The Falles of vnfortunate princes being a true chronicle historie of the vntimely death of such vnfortunate princes and men of note as haue happened since the first entrance of Brute into this iland vntill this our latter age : whereunto is added the famous life and death of Queene Elizabeth, with a declaration of all the warres, battels and sea-fights, wherein at large is described the battell of 88 with the particular seruice of all such ships and men of note in that action.
      
       
         
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             The Falles of vnfortunate princes being a true chronicle historie of the vntimely death of such vnfortunate princes and men of note as haue happened since the first entrance of Brute into this iland vntill this our latter age : whereunto is added the famous life and death of Queene Elizabeth, with a declaration of all the warres, battels and sea-fights, wherein at large is described the battell of 88 with the particular seruice of all such ships and men of note in that action.
             Higgins, John, fl. 1570-1602.
          
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           BEING
           A
           TRVE
           CHRONICLE
           HISTORIE
           OF
           THE
           VNTIMEly
           death
           of
           such
           vnfortunate
           Princes
           and
           men
           of
           Note
           ,
           as
           haue
           happened
           since
           
             the
             first
             entrance
             of
          
           BRVTE
           
             into
             this
             Iland
             ,
             vntill
             this
             our
             latter
             Age
             ,
          
        
         
           WHEREVNTO
           IS
           ADDED
           THE
           FAMOVS
           LIFE
           AND
           DEATH
           OF
           QVEENE
           ELIZABETH
           ,
           with
           a
           declaration
           of
           all
           the
           Warres
           ,
           Battles
           and
           Sea-fights
           ,
           wherein
           at
           large
           is
           described
           the
           Battell
           of
           88.
           with
           the
           particular
           seruice
           of
           all
           such
           Ships
           ,
           and
           men
           of
           note
           in
           that
           action
           .
        
         
           Contre
           fortune
           nulne
           peut
           .
        
         
           
             AT
             LONDON
          
           ,
           Imprinted
           by
           
             F.
             K.
          
           for
           
             William
             Aspley
          
           ,
           and
           are
           to
           besold
           at
           his
           shop
           in
           Pauls
           Churchyard
           at
           the
           Signe
           of
           the
           Parrot
           .
           1619.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           
             
               Loue
               and
               liue
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             TO
             THE
             NOBILITIE
             AND
             ALL
             OTHER
             IN
             OFFICE
             ,
             GOD
             GRANT
             ENcrease
             of
             wisdome
             ,
             with
             all
             things
             necessarie
             for
             preseruation
             of
             their
             estates
             .
             Amen
             .
          
        
         
           AMongst
           the
           wise
           (
           right
           Honorable
           )
           whose
           sentences
           (
           for
           the
           most
           part
           )
           tend
           either
           to
           teach
           the
           attaining
           of
           vertue
           or
           eschewing
           of
           vice
           ,
           Plotinus
           
           that
           wonderful
           and
           excellent
           Philosopher
           hath
           these
           words
           :
           The
           property
           of
           Temperance
           is
           to
           couet
           nothing
           which
           may
           be
           repented
           :
           not
           to
           exceed
           the
           bands
           of
           measure
           ,
           and
           to
           keepe
           Desire
           vnder
           the
           yoke
           of
           Reason
           .
           Which
           saying
           if
           it
           were
           so
           well
           knowne
           ,
           as
           it
           is
           needfull
           ;
           so
           well
           embraced
           ,
           as
           is
           wished
           ;
           or
           so
           surely
           fixed
           in
           mind
           ,
           as
           it
           is
           printed
           in
           his
           works
           :
           then
           certes
           many
           Christians
           might
           by
           the
           instruction
           of
           an
           Ethnicke
           Philosopher
           ,
           shun
           great
           and
           dangerous
           perils
           .
           For
           to
           couet
           without
           consideration
           ,
           to
           passe
           the
           measure
           of
           his
           degree
           ,
           
           and
           to
           let
           will
           run
           at
           randon
           ,
           is
           the
           only
           destruction
           of
           all
           estates
           .
           Else
           how
           were
           it
           possible
           ,
           so
           many
           learned
           ,
           politicke
           ,
           wise
           ,
           renowned
           ,
           valiant
           ,
           and
           victorious
           personages
           ,
           might
           euer
           haue
           come
           to
           such
           vtter
           decay
           ?
           For
           example
           ,
           we
           haue
           Alexander
           the
           Great
           ,
           
             Caesar
             ,
             Pompey
             ,
             Cyrus
             ,
             Hannibal
             ,
          
           &c.
           
           All
           which
           (
           by
           desire
           of
           glorie
           )
           felt
           the
           reward
           of
           their
           immoderate
           and
           insatiable
           
           lusts
           :
           for
           if
           Alexander
           had
           bin
           content
           with
           Macedonie
           ,
           or
           not
           been
           puft
           vp
           with
           pride
           after
           his
           triumphes
           ,
           he
           had
           neuer
           been
           so
           miserablie
           poisoned
           .
           If
           Caesar
           and
           Pompey
           had
           been
           satisfied
           with
           their
           victories
           ,
           and
           had
           not
           fell
           to
           ciuill
           dissension
           ,
           the
           one
           had
           not
           been
           slaine
           in
           the
           Senate
           with
           daggers
           ,
           nor
           the
           other
           abroad
           ,
           by
           their
           friends
           procurement
           .
           If
           Cyrus
           had
           bin
           pleased
           
           with
           all
           Persia
           ,
           &
           Media
           ,
           and
           not
           thirsted
           for
           blood
           ,
           he
           had
           neuer
           come
           to
           so
           infortunate
           a
           fal
           .
           So
           if
           Hannibal
           had
           not
           so
           much
           delighted
           in
           glory
           of
           warfare
           ,
           his
           coūtry
           had
           neither
           fel
           in
           ruine
           ,
           
           nor
           he
           bin
           miserably
           forced
           to
           poyson
           himselfe
           .
           But
           you
           will
           say
           ,
           desire
           of
           fame
           ,
           glorie
           ,
           renowne
           ,
           and
           immortalitie
           (
           to
           which
           all
           men
           well
           nigh
           by
           nature
           are
           inclined
           ,
           especially
           those
           which
           excell
           or
           haue
           any
           singular
           gift
           of
           fortune
           or
           the
           bodie
           )
           moued
           them
           to
           such
           dangerous
           ,
           great
           ,
           
           and
           hardy
           enterprises
           ,
           which
           must
           needs
           be
           confessed
           as
           an
           infallible
           veritie
           :
           and
           therefore
           I
           surely
           deeme
           those
           Princes
           aboue
           specified
           (
           considering
           their
           fortunes
           ,
           fame
           ,
           and
           exploits
           )
           had
           neuer
           come
           to
           such
           end
           ,
           but
           for
           want
           of
           temperance
           .
           And
           now
           sith
           there
           are
           three
           other
           Cardinal
           vertues
           which
           are
           requisit
           in
           him
           that
           should
           be
           in
           authoritie
           :
           that
           is
           to
           say
           ,
           Prudence
           ,
           Iustice
           ,
           and
           Fortitude
           ,
           which
           so
           wonderfully
           adorne
           and
           beautifie
           all
           estates
           (
           If
           Temperance
           be
           with
           them
           adioyned
           ,
           that
           they
           moue
           the
           very
           enemies
           with
           admiration
           to
           praise
           them
           )
           some
           peraduenture
           (
           as
           affection
           leads
           )
           will
           commend
           one
           ,
           some
           another
           :
           as
           Aristotle
           the
           Prince
           of
           Philosophers
           names
           Prudence
           ,
           the
           mother
           of
           vertues
           ,
           but
           Cicero
           
           defines
           her
           the
           knowledge
           of
           things
           which
           ought
           to
           be
           desired
           and
           followed
           ,
           and
           also
           of
           them
           which
           ought
           to
           be
           fled
           and
           eschewed
           ;
           yet
           you
           shall
           finde
           that
           for
           want
           of
           Temperance
           ,
           some
           which
           were
           counted
           very
           wise
           ,
           fell
           into
           wonderfull
           reproch
           and
           infamie
           .
           But
           Iustice
           that
           incomparable
           vertue
           ,
           (
           as
           the
           ancient
           Ciuilians
           define
           her
           )
           is
           a
           perpetual
           and
           constant
           wil
           which
           giueth
           to
           euery
           man
           his
           right
           ,
           yet
           if
           shee
           be
           not
           constant
           ,
           which
           is
           the
           gift
           of
           Fortitude
           ;
           nor
           equal
           in
           discerning
           right
           from
           wrong
           ,
           wherein
           is
           Prudence
           ;
           
           nor
           vse
           proportion
           in
           iudgement
           and
           sentence
           ,
           which
           pertaineth
           to
           Temperance
           :
           she
           can
           neuer
           be
           called
           equitie
           or
           iustice
           ,
           but
           fraud
           ,
           deceit
           ,
           iniustice
           and
           iniurie
           .
           And
           ,
           to
           speak
           of
           Fortitude
           ,
           which
           Cicero
           defineth
           ,
           a
           considerate
           vndertaking
           
           of
           perils
           ,
           and
           enduring
           of
           labours
           ;
           if
           he
           whom
           we
           suppose
           stout
           ,
           valiant
           ,
           and
           of
           good
           courage
           ,
           want
           Prudence
           ,
           Iustice
           ,
           or
           Temperance
           ,
           he
           is
           not
           counted
           wise
           ,
           righteous
           and
           constant
           ,
           but
           sottish
           ,
           rude
           and
           desperate
           .
           For
           Temperance
           (
           saith
           Cicero
           )
           is
           of
           reason
           in
           lust
           and
           other
           euill
           
           assaults
           of
           the
           mind
           ,
           a
           sure
           and
           moderate
           dominion
           and
           rule
           .
           This
           noble
           vertue
           is
           diuided
           into
           three
           parts
           ,
           that
           is
           ,
           Continencie
           ,
           Clemencie
           ,
           and
           Modesty
           ,
           which
           well
           obserued
           and
           kept
           (
           if
           grace
           be
           to
           them
           adioyned
           )
           it
           is
           impossible
           for
           him
           that
           is
           endued
           with
           the
           aboue
           named
           vertues
           euer
           to
           fall
           into
           the
           infortunate
           snares
           of
           calamitie
           ,
           or
           misfortune
           .
           But
           Ambition
           ,
           which
           is
           immoderate
           desire
           of
           honor
           ,
           rule
           ,
           dominion
           ,
           and
           superiority
           ,
           (
           the
           very
           destruction
           of
           nobilitie
           and
           common
           weales
           ,
           as
           among
           the
           Romans
           ;
           
             Sylla
             ,
             Marius
             ,
             Carbo
             ,
             Cinna
             ,
             Catiline
             ,
             Pompey
          
           and
           Caesar
           ,
           are
           witnesses
           )
           hath
           brought
           great
           decay
           to
           our
           countrey
           ,
           and
           countrey-men
           .
           But
           I
           haue
           heere
           (
           Right
           Honorable
           )
           in
           this
           booke
           only
           reproued
           folly
           
           in
           those
           which
           are
           heedlesse
           :
           Iniury
           in
           extortioners
           ,
           rashnesse
           in
           venterers
           ,
           treacherie
           in
           traytours
           ,
           riot
           in
           rebels
           ,
           and
           excesse
           in
           such
           as
           suppresse
           not
           vnruly
           affections
           .
           Now
           I
           trust
           you
           will
           so
           thinke
           of
           it
           (
           although
           the
           stile
           deserue
           not
           like
           commendation
           )
           as
           you
           thought
           of
           the
           other
           part
           .
           Which
           if
           you
           shall
           ,
           I
           doubt
           not
           but
           it
           may
           pleasure
           some
           ;
           if
           not
           ,
           yet
           giue
           occasion
           to
           others
           which
           can
           do
           better
           ,
           either
           to
           amend
           these
           ,
           or
           to
           publish
           their
           owne
           .
           And
           thus
           wishing
           your
           Prudence
           to
           discerne
           what
           is
           meet
           for
           your
           callings
           ,
           Iustice
           in
           the
           administration
           of
           your
           functions
           ,
           Fortitude
           in
           the
           defence
           of
           your
           Countrey
           ,
           and
           Temperance
           in
           moderation
           of
           all
           your
           affections
           ,
           with
           encrease
           of
           honors
           ,
           and
           euerlasting
           felicity
           :
           I
           bid
           you
           in
           Christ
           Iesus
           farewell
           .
        
         
           
             At
             Winceham
             
               the
               7.
               day
               of
               December
               .
               1586.
               
            
          
           
             Your
             most
             humble
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
             IOHN
             HIGINS
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           TO
           THE
           READER
           .
        
         
           TO
           acquaint
           you
           in
           briefe
           with
           what
           is
           done
           in
           this
           impression
           :
           know
           that
           the
           verse
           is
           in
           proportion
           by
           measure
           ,
           and
           in
           symphonie
           or
           rithmos
           ,
           in
           diuers
           places
           amended
           ;
           the
           storie
           in
           some
           places
           false
           and
           corrupted
           ,
           made
           historically
           true
           ;
           the
           tragedies
           wrongly
           inserted
           ,
           disposed
           in
           their
           proper
           places
           ,
           according
           to
           iust
           computation
           of
           time
           ;
           those
           neuer
           before
           collected
           in
           one
           volume
           ,
           published
           in
           this
           impression
           :
           for
           the
           forme
           and
           frame
           of
           the
           whole
           historie
           I
           did
           intend
           to
           haue
           reduced
           it
           into
           the
           same
           order
           ,
           which
           I
           haue
           obserued
           in
           my
           Additions
           ;
           but
           preuented
           by
           other
           occasions
           ,
           I
           haue
           thus
           digested
           it
           .
           The
           tragedies
           from
           the
           time
           of
           Brute
           to
           the
           Conquest
           I
           haue
           left
           ,
           with
           dependencie
           vpon
           that
           Induction
           written
           by
           M.
           Higins
           :
           Those
           from
           the
           Conquest
           to
           this
           our
           last
           age
           ,
           that
           is
           ,
           to
           the
           fall
           of
           the
           Lord
           Cromwell
           ,
           excellently
           well
           penned
           by
           M.
           Drayton
           ,
           hath
           reference
           to
           that
           golden
           Preface
           called
           M.
           Sackuils
           Induction
           .
           After
           these
           I
           haue
           placed
           my
           Additions
           ,
           the
           falles
           of
           such
           Princes
           as
           were
           before
           omitted
           ,
           and
           my
           Poem
           or
           Hymne
           of
           the
           late
           dead
           Queene
           of
           famous
           memorie
           .
           In
           all
           which
           I
           require
           no
           other
           gratification
           for
           my
           paines
           ,
           but
           a
           gentle
           censure
           of
           my
           imperfections
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           CONTENTS
           of
           the
           booke
           .
        
         
           
             HOw
             King
             Albanact
             the
             yongest
             sonne
             of
             Brutus
             ,
             and
             first
             King
             of
             Albanie
             (
             now
             called
             Scotland
             )
             was
             slaine
             by
             King
             
               Humber
               .
               Pag.
            
             1.
             
          
           
             2
             How
             Humber
             the
             King
             of
             Huns
             minding
             to
             conquer
             Britain
             ,
             was
             drowned
             in
             the
             arme
             of
             sea
             now
             called
             Humber
             .
             18.
             
          
           
             3
             How
             King
             Locrinus
             the
             eldest
             son
             of
             Brutus
             liued
             viciously
             ,
             and
             was
             slaine
             in
             battell
             by
             his
             wife
             Queene
             Guendoline
             .
             22.
             
          
           
             4
             How
             Queene
             Elstride
             the
             Concubine
             of
             King
             Locrinus
             ,
             was
             miserablie
             drowned
             by
             Queene
             Guendoline
             .
             27.
             
          
           
             5
             How
             the
             Ladie
             Sabrine
             daughter
             of
             King
             Locrinus
             and
             Elstride
             ,
             was
             drowned
             by
             Queene
             Guendoline
             .
             38.
             
          
           
             6
             How
             King
             Madan
             for
             his
             euill
             life
             was
             slaine
             by
             wolues
             .
             44.
             
          
           
             7
             How
             King
             Malin
             was
             slaine
             by
             his
             brother
             King
             Mempricius
             .
             47.
             
          
           
             8
             How
             King
             Mempricius
             giuen
             all
             to
             lust
             ,
             was
             deuoured
             by
             wolues
             .
             50.
             
          
           
             9
             How
             King
             Bladud
             taking
             on
             him
             to
             flie
             ,
             fell
             vpon
             the
             Temple
             of
             Apollo
             ,
             and
             brake
             his
             necke
             .
             53.
             
          
           
             10
             How
             Queene
             Cordila
             in
             despaire
             slew
             her selfe
             .
             59.
             
          
           
             11
             How
             King
             Morgan
             of
             Albany
             was
             slaine
             at
             Glamorgan
             in
             Wales
             .
             69.
             
          
           
             12
             How
             King
             Iago
             died
             of
             the
             Lethargie
             .
             72.
             
          
           
             13
             How
             King
             Forrex
             was
             slaine
             by
             his
             brother
             King
             Porrex
             .
             74.
             
          
           
             14
             How
             King
             Porrex
             which
             slew
             his
             brother
             ,
             was
             slaine
             by
             his
             owne
             mother
             and
             her
             maidens
             .
             78.
             
          
           
             
             15
             How
             King
             Pinnar
             was
             slaine
             in
             battell
             by
             
               Mulmucius
               Donwallo
            
             .
             80.
             
          
           
             16
             How
             King
             Stater
             was
             slaine
             in
             battell
             by
             
               Mulmucius
               Donwallo
            
             .
             82.
             
          
           
             17
             How
             King
             Rudacke
             of
             Wales
             was
             slaine
             in
             battell
             by
             
               Mulmucius
               Donwallo
            
             .
             83.
             
          
           
             18
             How
             the
             noble
             King
             Brennus
             after
             many
             triumphant
             victories
             ,
             at
             the
             siege
             of
             Delphos
             in
             Greece
             slew
             himselfe
             .
             86.
             
          
           
             19
             How
             King
             Kimarus
             was
             deuoured
             by
             wilde
             beasts
             .
             103.
             
          
           
             20
             How
             King
             Morindus
             was
             deuoured
             by
             a
             monster
             .
             106.
             
          
           
             21
             How
             King
             Emerianus
             for
             his
             tyrannie
             was
             deposed
             .
             110.
             
          
           
             22
             How
             King
             Cherinnus
             giuen
             to
             drunkennesse
             ,
             raigned
             but
             one
             yeare
             .
             111.
             
          
           
             23
             How
             King
             Varianus
             gaue
             himself
             to
             the
             lusts
             of
             the
             flesh
             .
             112.
             
          
           
             24
             How
             the
             worthie
             Britaine
             Duke
             Nennius
             encountred
             with
             
               Iulius
               Caesar
            
             ,
             and
             was
             vnfortunately
             slaine
             .
             114.
             
          
           
             25
             How
             the
             Lord
             Irenglas
             cosin
             to
             King
             Cassibellane
             ,
             was
             slaine
             by
             the
             Lord
             Elenine
             cosin
             to
             Androgeus
             Earle
             of
             London
             .
             123.
             
          
           
             26
             How
             
               Caius
               Iulius
               Caesar
            
             ,
             which
             first
             made
             this
             Realme
             tributorie
             to
             the
             Romans
             ,
             was
             slaine
             in
             the
             Senate
             house
             .
             129.
             
          
           
             27
             How
             
               Claudius
               Tiberius
               Nero
            
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             ,
             was
             poisoned
             by
             
               Caius
               Caligula
            
             .
             139.
             
          
           
             28
             How
             
               Caius
               Caesar
               Caligula
            
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             ,
             was
             slaine
             by
             Cherea
             and
             others
             .
             145.
             
          
           
             29
             How
             Guiderius
             King
             of
             Britaine
             ,
             the
             elder
             sonne
             of
             Cimbaline
             ,
             was
             slaine
             in
             battell
             by
             a
             Roman
             .
             146.
             
          
           
             30
             How
             
               Lelius
               Hamo
            
             the
             Romane
             Captaine
             was
             slaine
             after
             the
             slaughter
             of
             Guiderius
             .
             148.
             
          
           
             31
             How
             
               Claudius
               Tiberius
               Drusus
            
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             ,
             was
             poisoned
             by
             his
             wife
             Agrippina
             .
             149.
             
          
           
             32
             How
             the
             Emperour
             
               Domitius
               Nero
            
             liued
             wickedly
             and
             tyrannously
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             end
             miserablie
             slew
             himselfe
             .
             152.
             
          
           
             33
             How
             
               Sergius
               Galba
            
             the
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             (
             giuen
             to
             slaughter
             ,
             ambition
             ,
             &
             gluttony
             )
             was
             slaine
             by
             the
             souldiers
             .
             155.
             
          
           
             34
             How
             the
             vicious
             
               Siluius
               Otho
            
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             ,
             slew
             himselfe
             .
             157.
             
          
           
             35
             How
             
               Aulus
               Vitellius
            
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             ,
             came
             to
             an
             vnfortunate
             end
             .
             159.
             
          
           
             
             36
             How
             Londricus
             the
             Pict
             was
             slaine
             by
             King
             Marius
             of
             Britaine
             .
             161.
             
          
           
             37
             How
             Seuerus
             the
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             and
             Gouernour
             of
             Britaine
             was
             slaine
             at
             Yorke
             ,
             fighting
             against
             the
             Picts
             .
             163.
             
          
           
             38
             How
             Fulgentius
             a
             Scythian
             or
             Pict
             ,
             was
             slaine
             at
             the
             siege
             of
             Yorke
             .
             167.
             
          
           
             39
             How
             Geta
             the
             yonger
             sonne
             of
             the
             Emperour
             Seuerus
             once
             Gouernour
             of
             Britaine
             ,
             was
             slaine
             in
             his
             mothers
             armes
             ,
             by
             his
             brother
             Anthonie
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             .
             170.
             
          
           
             40
             How
             
               Aurelius
               Antonius
               Bassianus
               Caracalla
            
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             ,
             was
             slaine
             by
             one
             of
             his
             owne
             seruants
             .
             174.
             
          
           
             41
             How
             Carrassus
             a
             Husbandmans
             son
             ,
             and
             after
             King
             of
             Britaine
             ,
             was
             slaine
             in
             battell
             by
             Alectus
             a
             Romane
             .
             185.
             
          
           
             42
             How
             Queene
             Helena
             of
             Britaine
             maried
             Constantius
             the
             Emperour
             ,
             and
             much
             aduanced
             the
             Christian
             faith
             through
             the
             whole
             world
             .
             289.
             
          
           
             43
             How
             Vortiger
             destroyed
             the
             yong
             King
             Constantine
             ,
             and
             how
             he
             obtained
             the
             crowne
             :
             &
             how
             after
             many
             miseries
             he
             was
             miserablie
             burnt
             in
             his
             Castle
             by
             the
             brethren
             of
             Constantine
             .
             203.
             
          
           
             44
             How
             
               Vter
               Pendragon
            
             was
             inamoured
             on
             the
             wife
             of
             Gorolus
             Duke
             of
             Cornewal
             ,
             whom
             he
             slew
             ,
             and
             after
             was
             poysoned
             by
             the
             Saxons
             .
             213.
             
          
           
             45
             How
             Cadwallader
             the
             last
             King
             of
             the
             Britaines
             ,
             was
             expelled
             by
             the
             Saxons
             ,
             went
             to
             Rome
             ,
             and
             there
             liued
             in
             a
             religious
             house
             .
             219.
             
          
           
             46
             How
             Sigebert
             for
             his
             wicked
             life
             was
             thrust
             from
             his
             throne
             and
             miserablie
             slaine
             by
             an
             heardsman
             .
             225.
             
          
           
             47
             How
             Ladie
             Ebbe
             did
             flea
             her
             nose
             and
             vpper
             lip
             away
             to
             saue
             her
             virginitie
             .
             235.
             
          
           
             48
             How
             King
             Egelred
             for
             his
             wickednes
             was
             diuersly
             distressed
             by
             the
             Danes
             ,
             and
             lastly
             died
             for
             sorrow
             .
             239.
             
          
           
             49
             How
             King
             Harrold
             had
             continuall
             warre
             with
             the
             Danes
             ,
             with
             the
             Norway
             King
             ,
             with
             his
             brother
             Tostius
             ,
             and
             was
             at
             last
             slaine
             in
             battell
             by
             William
             the
             Conquerour
             .
             245.
             
          
        
         
           
             From
             the
             Conquest
             .
          
           
             50
             M.
             Sackuils
             Induction
             .
             255.
             
          
           
             51
             How
             the
             two
             Rogers
             surnamed
             Mortimers
             ,
             for
             their
             sundrie
             vices
             ended
             their
             liues
             vnfortunately
             .
             271.
             
          
           
             
             52
             The
             fall
             of
             
               Robert
               Tresillian
            
             Chiefe
             Iustice
             of
             England
             ,
             and
             other
             his
             fellowes
             ,
             for
             misconstruing
             the
             Lawes
             ,
             and
             expounding
             them
             to
             serue
             the
             Princes
             affections
             .
             276.
             
          
           
             53
             How
             Sir
             Thomas
             of
             Woodstocke
             Duke
             of
             Glocester
             vncle
             to
             King
             Richard
             the
             second
             ,
             was
             vnlawfully
             murthered
             .
             281.
             
          
           
             54
             How
             the
             Lord
             Mowbrey
             ,
             promoted
             by
             King
             Richard
             the
             second
             to
             the
             state
             of
             a
             Duke
             ,
             was
             by
             him
             banished
             the
             Realme
             ,
             and
             after
             died
             miserablie
             in
             exile
             .
             287.
             
          
           
             55
             How
             King
             Richard
             the
             second
             was
             for
             his
             euill
             gouernance
             deposed
             from
             his
             seat
             ,
             and
             murthered
             in
             prison
             .
             293.
             
          
           
             56
             How
             
               Owen
               Glendour
            
             seduced
             by
             false
             prophesies
             ,
             tooke
             vpon
             him
             to
             be
             Prince
             of
             Wales
             ,
             and
             was
             by
             Henrie
             Prince
             of
             England
             chased
             to
             the
             mountaines
             ,
             where
             he
             miserablie
             died
             for
             lacke
             of
             food
             .
             296.
             
          
           
             57
             How
             
               Henrie
               Percie
            
             Earle
             of
             Northumberland
             ,
             was
             for
             his
             couetous
             and
             trayterous
             attempt
             put
             to
             death
             at
             Yorke
             .
             303.
             
          
           
             58
             How
             
               Richard
               Plantagenet
            
             Earle
             of
             Cambridge
             ,
             intending
             the
             Kings
             destruction
             ,
             was
             put
             to
             death
             at
             Southhampton
             .
             307.
             
          
           
             59
             How
             
               Thomas
               Montague
            
             Earle
             of
             Salisburie
             ,
             in
             the
             middest
             of
             his
             glory
             was
             vnfortunately
             slaine
             at
             Oleance
             with
             a
             peece
             of
             Ordnance
             .
             309.
             
          
           
             60
             How
             Dame
             
               Eleanor
               Cobham
            
             Duchesse
             of
             Glocester
             ,
             for
             practising
             of
             Witchcraft
             and
             sorcerie
             Suffered
             open
             penance
             ,
             and
             afterward
             was
             banished
             the
             Realme
             into
             the
             I
             le
             of
             Man.
             317.
             
          
           
             61
             How
             
               Humfrey
               Plantagenet
            
             Duke
             of
             Glocester
             ,
             Protector
             of
             England
             ,
             during
             the
             minoritie
             of
             his
             nephew
             King
             Henrie
             the
             sixt
             ,
             commonly
             called
             the
             good
             Duke
             ,
             by
             practise
             of
             enemies
             was
             brought
             to
             confusion
             .
             327.
             
          
           
             62
             How
             Lord
             
               William
               de
               la
               Pole
            
             Duke
             of
             Suffolke
             ,
             was
             worthily
             banished
             for
             abusing
             his
             King
             ,
             and
             causing
             the
             destruction
             of
             the
             good
             Duke
             Humfrey
             .
             340.
             
          
           
             63
             How
             
               Iack
               Cade
            
             naming
             himselfe
             Mortimer
             ,
             trayterously
             rebelling
             against
             his
             King
             ,
             was
             for
             his
             treasons
             and
             cruell
             doings
             worthily
             punished
             .
             345.
             
          
           
             64
             The
             tragedie
             of
             Edmund
             Duke
             of
             Somerset
             ,
             slaine
             in
             the
             first
             battell
             at
             S.
             Albons
             ,
             in
             the
             32.
             yeare
             of
             Henrie
             the
             sixt
             .
             350.
             
          
           
             65
             How
             
               Richard
               Plantagenet
            
             Duke
             of
             York
             ,
             was
             slaine
             through
             his
             rash
             boldnesse
             ,
             and
             his
             sonne
             the
             Earle
             of
             Rutland
             for
             his
             
             lacke
             of
             valiancie
             .
             360.
             
          
           
             66
             How
             the
             Lord
             Clifford
             for
             his
             strange
             and
             abominable
             crueltie
             ,
             came
             to
             as
             strange
             and
             sudden
             a
             death
             .
             365.
             
          
           
             67
             The
             infamous
             end
             of
             Lord
             Tiptoft
             Earle
             of
             Worcester
             ,
             for
             cruelly
             executing
             his
             Princes
             butcherly
             commandements
             .
             367.
             
          
           
             68
             How
             Sir
             
               Richard
               Neuil
            
             Earle
             of
             Warwicke
             ,
             and
             his
             brother
             Iohn
             ,
             Lord
             Marquesse
             Montacute
             ,
             through
             their
             too
             much
             boldnesse
             were
             slaine
             at
             Barnet
             .
             371.
             
          
           
             69
             How
             King
             Henry
             the
             sixt
             a
             vertuous
             Prince
             ,
             was
             after
             many
             other
             miseries
             cruelly
             murthered
             in
             the
             Tower
             of
             London
             .
             375.
             
          
           
             70
             How
             
               George
               Plantagenet
            
             third
             son
             of
             the
             Duke
             of
             Yorke
             ,
             was
             by
             his
             brother
             King
             Edward
             wrongfully
             imprisoned
             ,
             and
             by
             his
             brother
             Richard
             miserablie
             murthered
             .
             380.
             
          
           
             71
             How
             King
             Edward
             the
             fourth
             through
             his
             surfetting
             &
             vntemperate
             life
             ,
             suddenly
             died
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             his
             prosperity
             .
             392.
             
          
           
             72
             How
             Sir
             
               Anthonie
               Wooduile
            
             Lord
             Riuers
             and
             Scales
             ,
             Gouernour
             of
             Prince
             Edward
             ,
             was
             with
             his
             nephew
             Lord
             
               Richard
               Grey
            
             and
             other
             causelesse
             imprisoned
             and
             cruelly
             murthered
             .
             394.
             
          
           
             73
             How
             the
             Lord
             Hastings
             was
             betraied
             by
             trusting
             too
             much
             to
             his
             euill
             counsellour
             Catesby
             ,
             and
             villanously
             murthered
             in
             the
             Tower
             of
             London
             by
             Richard
             Duke
             of
             Glocester
             .
             411.
             
          
           
             74
             The
             complaint
             of
             Henrie
             Duke
             of
             Buckingham
             .
             433.
             
          
           
             75
             How
             Colingborne
             was
             cruelly
             executed
             for
             making
             a
             Rime
             .
             455.
             
          
           
             76
             The
             wilfull
             fall
             of
             the
             Black-smith
             ,
             and
             the
             foolish
             end
             of
             the
             Lord
             Audley
             .
             463.
             
          
           
             77
             How
             the
             valiant
             Knight
             Sir
             
               Nicholas
               Burdet
            
             ,
             Chiefe
             Butler
             of
             Normandie
             ,
             was
             slaine
             at
             Pontoise
             .
             477.
             
          
           
             78
             How
             Shores
             wife
             ,
             King
             Edward
             the
             fourths
             Concubine
             ,
             was
             by
             King
             Richard
             despoiled
             of
             her
             goods
             ,
             and
             forced
             to
             do
             open
             penance
             .
             494.
             
          
           
             79
             How
             
               Thomas
               Woolsey
            
             did
             arise
             vnto
             great
             authoritie
             and
             gouernment
             ,
             his
             maner
             of
             life
             ,
             pompe
             and
             dignitie
             ,
             &
             how
             he
             fell
             downe
             into
             great
             disgrace
             ,
             and
             was
             arrested
             of
             high
             treason
             .
             506.
             
          
           
             80
             How
             the
             Lord
             Cromwell
             exalted
             from
             meane
             estate
             ,
             was
             after
             by
             the
             enuie
             of
             the
             Bishop
             of
             Winchester
             and
             other
             his
             complices
             brought
             to
             vntimely
             end
             .
             520.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Additions
             .
          
           
             81
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             King
             Arthur
             .
             561.
             
          
           
             82
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             King
             
               Edmund
               Ironside
            
             .
             585.
             
          
           
             83
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             Prince
             Alfred
             .
             603.
             
          
           
             84
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             Godwin
             Earle
             of
             Kent
             .
             617.
             
          
           
             85
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             Robert
             surnamed
             Curthose
             Duke
             of
             Normandie
             .
             631.
             
          
           
             86
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             King
             Richard
             the
             first
             surnamed
             
               Coeur
               de
               Lion.
            
             659.
             
          
           
             87
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             King
             Iohn
             .
             681.
             
          
           
             88
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             King
             Edward
             the
             second
             .
             703.
             
          
           
             89
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             the
             two
             yong
             Princes
             ,
             sonnes
             to
             Edward
             the
             fourth
             .
             736.
             
          
           
             90
             The
             life
             and
             death
             of
             King
             Richard
             the
             third
             .
             750.
             
          
           
             91
             The
             Poem
             annexed
             called
             Englands
             Eliza.
             783.
             
          
        
         
           The
           end
           of
           the
           Contents
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           
             THOMAS
             NEWTON
             TO
             THE
             Reader
             ,
             in
             the
             behalfe
             of
             this
          
           booke
           .
        
         
           
             AS
             when
             an
             arming
             sword
             of
             proofe
             is
             made
             ,
          
           
             Both
             steele
             and
             iron
             must
             be
             tempred
             well
             :
          
           
             (
             For
             iron
             giues
             the
             strength
             vnto
             the
             blade
             ,
          
           
             And
             steele
             ,
             in
             edge
             doth
             cause
             it
             to
             excell
             )
          
           
             As
             each
             good
             Blade-smith
             by
             his
             Art
             can
             tell
             :
          
           
             For
             ,
             without
             iron
             ,
             brittle
             will
             it
             breake
             ,
          
           
             And
             without
             steele
             ,
             it
             will
             be
             blunt
             and
             weake
             :
          
        
         
           
             So
             bookes
             ,
             that
             now
             their
             faces
             dare
             to
             show
             ,
          
           
             Must
             mettald
             be
             with
             nature
             and
             with
             skill
             :
          
           
             For
             nature
             causeth
             stuffe
             enough
             to
             flow
             ,
          
           
             And
             Art
             the
             same
             contriues
             by
             learned
             quill
          
           
             In
             order
             good
             ,
             and
             currant
             method
             still
             .
          
           
             So
             that
             ,
             if
             Nature
             frowne
             ,
             the
             case
             is
             hard
             :
          
           
             And
             if
             Art
             want
             ,
             the
             matter
             all
             is
             mar'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             worke
             ,
             which
             heere
             is
             offred
             to
             thy
             view
             ,
          
           
             With
             both
             these
             points
             is
             full
             and
             fitly
             fraught
             ;
          
           
             Set
             forth
             by
             sundrie
             of
             the
             learned
             Crew
             :
          
           
             Whose
             stately
             stiles
             haue
             Phoebus
             garland
             caught
             ,
          
           
             And
             Parnasse
             mount
             their
             worthy
             worke
             haue
             raught
             :
          
           
             Their
             words
             are
             thundred
             with
             such
             maiestie
             ,
          
           
             As
             fitteth
             right
             each
             matter
             in
             degree
             .
          
        
         
           
             Reade
             it
             therefore
             ,
             but
             reade
             attentiuely
             ,
          
           
             Consider
             well
             the
             drift
             whereto
             it
             tends
             :
          
           
             Confer
             the
             times
             ,
             perpend
             the
             history
             ,
          
           
             The
             parties
             states
             ,
             and
             eke
             their
             dolefull
             ends
             ,
          
           
             With
             odde
             euents
             ,
             that
             diuine
             iustice
             sends
             .
          
           
             For
             things
             forepast
             are
             presidents
             to
             vs
             ,
          
           
             Whereby
             we
             may
             things
             present
             now
             discusse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Certes
             this
             world
             a
             Stage
             may
             well
             be
             call'd
             ,
          
           
             Whereon
             is
             plai'd
             the
             part
             of
             eu'ry
             wight
             :
          
           
             Some
             ,
             now
             aloft
             ,
             anon
             with
             malice
             gal'd
             ,
          
           
             Are
             from
             high
             state
             brought
             into
             dismall
             plight
             .
          
           
             Like
             counters
             are
             they
             ,
             which
             stand
             now
             in
             sight
          
           
             For
             thousand
             or
             ten
             thousand
             ,
             and
             anone
          
           
             Remoued
             ,
             stand
             perhaps
             for
             lesse
             then
             one
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thomas
             Newtonus
             ,
             Cestreshyrius
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           AVTHORS
           Induction
           .
        
         
           
             WHen
             Sommer
             sweet
             ,
             with
             all
             her
             pleasures
             past
             ,
          
           
             And
             leaues
             began
             to
             leaue
             the
             shadie
             tree
             ,
          
           
             The
             winter
             cold
             encreased
             on
             full
             fast
             ,
          
           
             And
             time
             of
             yeare
             to
             sadnes
             moued
             me
             :
          
           
             For
             moistie
             blasts
             not
             halfe
             so
             mirthfull
             be
             ,
          
           
             As
             sweet
             Aurora
             brings
             in
             spring-time
             faire
             ,
          
           
             Our
             ioyes
             they
             dimme
             ,
             as
             winter
             damps
             the
             aire
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             nights
             began
             to
             grow
             to
             length
             apace
             ,
          
           
             Sir
             Phoebus
             to
             th'
             Antarctique
             gan
             to
             fare
             :
          
           
             From
             Libraes
             lance
             to
             th'
             Crab
             he
             tooke
             his
             race
          
           
             Beneath
             the
             line
             ,
             to
             lend
             of
             light
             a
             share
             .
          
           
             For
             then
             with
             vs
             the
             daies
             more
             darkish
             are
             ,
          
           
             More
             short
             ,
             cold
             ,
             moist
             ,
             and
             stormie
             cloudie
             clit
             ,
          
           
             For
             sadnes
             more
             then
             mirths
             or
             pleasures
             fit
             .
          
        
         
           
             Deuising
             then
             what
             bookes
             were
             best
             to
             reade
             ,
          
           
             Both
             for
             that
             time
             ,
             and
             sentence
             graue
             also
             ,
          
           
             For
             conference
             of
             friend
             to
             stand
             in
             stead
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             my
             faithfull
             friend
             was
             parted
             fro
             ,
          
           
             I
             gate
             me
             straight
             the
             Printers
             shops
             vnto
             ,
          
           
             To
             seeke
             some
             worke
             of
             price
             I
             surely
             ment
             ,
          
           
             That
             might
             alone
             my
             carefull
             mind
             content
             .
          
        
         
           
             Amongst
             the
             rest
             ,
             I
             found
             a
             booke
             so
             sad
             ,
          
           
             As
             time
             of
             yeare
             or
             sadnesse
             could
             require
             :
          
           
             The
             Mirour
             nam'd
             for
             Magistrates
             he
             had
             ,
          
           
             So
             finely
             pen'd
             ,
             as
             heare
             could
             well
             desire
             :
          
           
             Which
             when
             I
             read
             ,
             so
             set
             my
             heart
             on
             fire
             ,
          
           
             Eftsoones
             it
             me
             constrain'd
             to
             take
             the
             paine
             ,
          
           
             Not
             left
             with
             once
             ,
             to
             reade
             it
             once
             againe
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             And
             as
             againe
             I
             view'd
             this
             worke
             with
             heed
             ,
          
           
             And
             marked
             plaine
             each
             partie
             paint
             his
             fall
             :
          
           
             Me
             thought
             in
             mind
             ,
             I
             saw
             those
             men
             indeed
             ,
          
           
             Eke
             how
             they
             came
             in
             order
             Princely
             all
             ;
          
           
             Declaring
             well
             ,
             this
             life
             is
             but
             a
             thrall
             ,
          
           
             Sith
             those
             on
             whom
             for
             Fortunes
             gifts
             we
             stare
             ,
          
           
             Oft
             soonest
             sinke
             in
             greatest
             seas
             of
             care
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             some
             perdie
             ,
             were
             Kings
             of
             high
             estate
             ,
          
           
             And
             some
             were
             Dukes
             ,
             and
             came
             of
             regall
             race
             :
          
           
             Some
             Princes
             ,
             Lords
             ,
             and
             Iudges
             great
             that
             sate
          
           
             In
             counsell
             still
             ,
             decreeing
             euery
             case
             :
          
           
             Some
             other
             Knights
             that
             vices
             did
             embrace
             ,
          
           
             Some
             Gentlemen
             ,
             some
             poore
             exalted
             hie
             :
          
           
             Yet
             euery
             one
             had
             plai'd
             his
             tragedie
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             Mirrour
             well
             it
             might
             be
             call'd
             ,
             a
             glasse
          
           
             As
             cleare
             as
             any
             crystall
             vnder
             Sun
             :
          
           
             In
             each
             respect
             the
             Tragedies
             so
             passe
             ,
          
           
             Their
             names
             shall
             liue
             that
             such
             a
             worke
             begun
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             with
             such
             Decorum
             is
             it
             done
             ,
          
           
             That
             Momus
             spight
             with
             more
             then
             Argus
             eies
             ,
          
           
             Can
             neuer
             watch
             ,
             to
             keepe
             it
             from
             the
             wise
             .
          
        
         
           
             Examples
             there
             for
             all
             estates
             you
             find
             ,
          
           
             For
             Iudge
             (
             I
             say
             )
             what
             iustice
             he
             should
             vse
             :
          
           
             The
             noble
             man
             to
             beare
             a
             noble
             mind
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             himselfe
             ambitiously
             abuse
             ;
          
           
             The
             Gentleman
             vngentlenesse
             refuse
             :
          
           
             The
             rich
             and
             poore
             ,
             and
             eu'ry
             one
             may
             see
             ,
          
           
             Which
             way
             to
             loue
             ,
             and
             liue
             in
             due
             degree
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             wish
             them
             often
             well
             to
             reade
             it
             than
             ,
          
           
             And
             marke
             the
             causes
             why
             those
             Princes
             fell
             :
          
           
             But
             let
             me
             end
             my
             tale
             that
             I
             began
             .
          
           
             When
             I
             had
             read
             these
             Tragedies
             full
             well
             ,
          
           
             And
             past
             the
             winter
             euenings
             long
             to
             tell
             ,
          
           
             One
             night
             at
             last
             I
             thought
             to
             leaue
             this
             vse
             ,
          
           
             To
             take
             some
             ease
             before
             I
             chang'd
             my
             Muse
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Wherefore
             away
             from
             reading
             I
             me
             gate
             ,
          
           
             My
             heauie
             head
             waxt
             dull
             for
             want
             of
             rest
             :
          
           
             I
             laid
             me
             downe
             ,
             the
             night
             was
             waxed
             late
             ,
          
           
             For
             lacke
             of
             sleepe
             mine
             eyes
             were
             sore
             opprest
             :
          
           
             Yet
             fancie
             still
             of
             all
             their
             deaths
             encreast
             ,
          
           
             Me
             thought
             my
             mind
             from
             them
             I
             could
             not
             take
             ,
          
           
             So
             worthie
             wights
             ,
             as
             caused
             me
             to
             wake
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             last
             appeared
             clad
             in
             purple
             blacke
          
           
             Sweet
             Somnus
             ,
             rest
             which
             comforts
             each
             aliue
             ;
          
           
             By
             ease
             of
             mind
             ,
             that
             weares
             away
             all
             wracke
             ,
          
           
             That
             noysome
             night
             from
             wearie
             wits
             doth
             driue
             ,
          
           
             Of
             labours
             long
             the
             pleasures
             we
             atchieue
             .
          
           
             Whereat
             I
             ioy'd
             ,
             sith
             after
             labours
             past
             ,
          
           
             I
             might
             enioy
             sweet
             Somnus
             sleepe
             at
             last
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             he
             by
             whom
             I
             thought
             my selfe
             at
             rest
             ,
          
           
             Reuiued
             all
             my
             fancies
             fond
             before
             :
          
           
             I
             more
             desirous
             ,
             humblie
             did
             request
          
           
             Him
             shew
             th'
             vnhappie
             Albion
             Princes
             yore
             :
          
           
             For
             well
             I
             wist
             ,
             that
             he
             could
             tell
             me
             more
             ,
          
           
             Sith
             vnto
             diuers
             ,
             Somnus
             erst
             had
             told
          
           
             What
             things
             were
             done
             in
             elder
             times
             of
             old
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             straight
             he
             forth
             his
             seruant
             Morpheus
             call'd
             ,
          
           
             On
             Higins
             heere
             thou
             must
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
             attend
             ;
          
           
             The
             Britaine
             Peeres
             to
             bring
             (
             whom
             Fortune
             thral'd
             )
          
           
             From
             Lethean
             lake
             ,
             and
             th'
             ancient
             shapes
             them
             lend
             ;
          
           
             That
             they
             may
             shew
             why
             ,
             how
             ,
             they
             tooke
             their
             end
             .
          
           
             I
             wil
             (
             quoth
             Morpheus
             )
             shew
             him
             what
             they
             were
             ;
          
           
             And
             so
             me
             thought
             I
             saw
             them
             straight
             appeare
             .
          
        
         
           
             One
             after
             one
             ,
             they
             came
             in
             strange
             attire
             ,
          
           
             But
             some
             with
             wounds
             and
             blood
             were
             so
             disguis'd
             ,
          
           
             You
             scarcely
             could
             by
             reasons
             aid
             aspire
             ,
          
           
             To
             know
             what
             warre
             such
             sundrie
             deaths
             deuis'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             seuerally
             those
             Princes
             were
             surpris'd
             .
          
           
             Of
             former
             state
             ,
             these
             States
             gaue
             ample
             show
             ,
          
           
             Which
             did
             relate
             their
             liues
             and
             ouerthrow
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             some
             the
             faces
             bold
             and
             bodies
             were
          
           
             Distain'd
             with
             woad
             ,
             and
             Turkish
             beards
             they
             had
             :
          
           
             On
             th'
             ouer
             lips
             mutchatoes
             long
             of
             haire
             ,
          
           
             And
             wilde
             they
             seem'd
             ,
             as
             men
             despairing
             mad
             ;
          
           
             Their
             lookes
             might
             make
             a
             constant
             heart
             full
             sad
             :
          
           
             And
             yet
             I
             could
             not
             so
             forsake
             the
             view
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             presence
             ,
             ere
             their
             minds
             I
             likewise
             knew
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             Morpheus
             bad
             them
             each
             in
             order
             tell
          
           
             Their
             names
             and
             liues
             ,
             their
             haps
             and
             haplesse
             daies
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             what
             meanes
             from
             Fortunes
             wheele
             they
             fell
             ,
          
           
             Which
             did
             them
             erst
             vnto
             such
             honors
             raise
             .
          
           
             Wherewith
             the
             first
             not
             making
             moe
             delaies
             ,
          
           
             A
             noble
             Prince
             broad
             wounded
             brest
             that
             bare
          
           
             Drew
             neere
             ,
             to
             tell
             the
             cause
             of
             all
             his
             care
             .
          
        
         
           
             Which
             when
             me
             thought
             to
             speak
             he
             might
             be
             bold
             ,
          
           
             Deepe
             from
             his
             brest
             he
             threw
             an
             vnquoth
             sound
             :
          
           
             I
             was
             amaz'd
             his
             gestures
             to
             behold
             :
          
           
             And
             blood
             that
             freshly
             trickled
             from
             his
             wound
             ,
          
           
             With
             echo
             so
             did
             halfe
             his
             words
             confound
             ,
          
           
             That
             scarce
             a
             while
             the
             sense
             might
             plaine
             appeare
             :
          
           
             At
             last
             ,
             me
             thought
             ,
             he
             spake
             as
             you
             shall
             heare
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           Faults
           escaped
           .
        
         
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           555.
           lin
           .
           17.
           browes
           ,
           reade
           bowes
           .
           p.
           566.
           l.
           10.
           left
           ,
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           let
           .
           p.
           579.
           l.
           3.
           sh
           r.
           shore
           .
           p.
           583.
           l.
           13.
           speele
           ,
           r.
           steele
           .
           p.
           eadem
           l.
           15
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           flow
           ,
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           did
           flow
           .
           p.
           588.
           l.
           3.
           nor
           ,
           r.
           not
           .
           p.
           599.
           l.
           28.
           approth
           ,
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           l.
           11.
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           abate
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           r.
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           abate
           p.
           629.
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           ,
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           .
           p.
           636.
           l.
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           p.
           657.
           l.
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           soee
           ,
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           loare
           .
           p.
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           l
           32.
           with
           Austrian
           ,
           r.
           with
           th'
           Austrian
           .
           p.
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           l.
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           let
           ,
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           ts
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           p.
           683.
           l.
           37.
           to
           obtaine
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           .
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           ,
           r.
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           ,
           in
           some
           copies
           .
           p.
           793.
           marg
           .
           
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             Reg.
          
           51.
           r.
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           r.
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           .
           p.
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           throne
           ,
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           .
           866.
           l.
           25.
           house
           tops
           ,
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           tops
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             ALBANACT
             THE
             YOVNGEST
             SONNE
             OF
             BRVTVS
             ,
             AND
             FIRST
             KING
             OF
             Albany
             (
             now
             called
             Scotland
             )
             was
             
               slaine
               by
               king
               Humber
               ,
               the
               yeere
               before
               Christ
               ,
            
             1085.
             
          
           
             
               SIth
               flattering
               Fortune
               slily
               could
               beguile
            
             
               Mee
               first
               ,
               of
               Britaine
               Princes
               in
               this
               land
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               at
               first
               on
               mee
               did
               sweetely
               smile
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               mee
               here
               ,
               that
               first
               in
               presence
               stand
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               thou
               well
               my
               wounded
               corps
               hast
               scand
               ,
            
             
               Then
               shalt
               thou
               heare
               my
               hap
               to
               penne
               the
               same
            
             
               In
               stories
               called
               Albanactae
               by
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lay
               feare
               aside
               ,
               let
               nothing
               thee
               amaze
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               haue
               despaire
               ,
               ne
               scuse
               the
               want
               of
               time
               :
            
             
               Leaue
               off
               on
               mee
               with
               fearefull
               lookes
               to
               gaze
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               pen
               may
               serue
               for
               such
               a
               tale
               as
               mine
               .
            
             
               First
               I
               will
               tell
               thee
               of
               my
               fathers
               line
               ,
            
             
               Then
               why
               he
               flying
               from
               the
               Latin
               land
            
             
               Did
               saile
               the
               seas
               and
               found
               the
               Briton
               strand
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               last
               I
               minde
               to
               tell
               thee
               of
               my selfe
               ,
            
             
               My
               life
               and
               death
               ,
               a
               Tragedy
               so
               true
            
             
               As
               may
               approue
               your
               world
               is
               all
               but
               pelfe
               ,
            
             
               And
               pleasures
               sweete
               ,
               whom
               sorrowes
               aye
               ensue
               .
            
             
               Hereafter
               eke
               in
               order
               comes
               a
               crue
               ,
            
             
               Which
               can
               declare
               ,
               of
               worldly
               pleasures
               vaine
            
             
               The
               price
               we
               all
               haue
               bought
               ,
               with
               pinching
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               Troy
               was
               sackt
               ,
               and
               brent
               ,
               and
               could
               not
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Aeneas
               fled
               from
               thence
               ,
               Anchises
               sonne
               ,
            
             
               And
               came
               at
               length
               to
               King
               Latinus
               land
               :
            
             
               He
               Turnus
               slew
               ,
               Lauinia
               eke
               he
               wonne
               .
            
             
               After
               whose
               death
               ,
               Ascanius
               next
               his
               sonne
            
             
               Was
               crowned
               King
               ,
               and
               Siluius
               then
               his
               heire
               ,
            
             
               Espoused
               to
               a
               Latine
               Lady
               faire
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               her
               had
               Siluius
               shortly
               issue
               eke
               ,
            
             
               A
               goodly
               Prince
               ,
               and
               Brutus
               was
               his
               name
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               should
               I
               of
               his
               misfortune
               speake
               ,
            
             
               For
               hunting
               ,
               as
               he
               minded
               strike
               the
               game
               ,
            
             
               He
               strook
               his
               father
               ,
               that
               beyond
               it
               came
               .
            
             
               The
               quarrell
               glaunst
               ,
               and
               through
               his
               tender
               fide
               :
            
             
               It
               flew
               ,
               where
               through
               the
               noble
               Siluius
               dide
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               thus
               by
               chance
               though
               princely
               Brutus
               slew
            
             
               His
               father
               Siluius
               ,
               sore
               against
               his
               will
               ,
            
             
               Which
               came
               too
               soone
               ,
               as
               he
               his
               arrow
               drew
               ,
            
             
               Though
               he
               in
               chace
               the
               game
               ,
               did
               mind
               to
               kill
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               was
               he
               banisht
               from
               his
               countrey
               still
               ,
            
             
               Commanded
               thither
               to
               returne
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Except
               he
               would
               his
               life
               to
               lose
               therefore
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               ,
               to
               Greece
               Lord
               Brutus
               tooke
               his
               way
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Troians
               were
               ,
               by
               Grecians
               ,
               captiues
               kept
               :
            
             
               Helenus
               was
               by
               Pirrhus
               brought
               away
            
             
               From
               death
               of
               Troians
               ,
               whom
               their
               friends
               bewept
               .
            
             
               Yet
               he
               in
               Greece
               this
               while
               no
               busines
               slept
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               his
               facts
               ,
               and
               feates
               obtain'd
               such
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Seuen
               thousand
               captiue
               Troians
               to
               him
               came
               .
            
          
           
             
               Assaracus
               a
               noble
               Grecian
               eke
               ,
            
             
               Who
               by
               his
               mother
               came
               of
               Troian
               race
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               saw
               himselfe
               in
               Greece
               too
               weake
               ,
            
             
               Came
               vnto
               him
               to
               aide
               him
               in
               this
               case
               ,
            
             
               For
               of
               his
               brother
               he
               could
               finde
               no
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               a
               Greeke
               by
               both
               his
               parents
               sides
               .
            
             
               His
               Castles
               three
               the
               Troian
               Brutus
               guides
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               While
               he
               to
               be
               their
               Captaine
               was
               content
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               the
               Troians
               gathered
               to
               his
               band
               ,
            
             
               Ambassage
               to
               the
               Grecian
               King
               he
               sent
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               entreate
               they
               might
               depart
               his
               land
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               King
               Pandrasus
               did
               vnderstand
               ,
            
             
               An
               armie
               straight
               he
               did
               therefore
               addresse
               ,
            
             
               On
               purpose
               all
               the
               Troians
               to
               suppresse
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               as
               King
               Pandrasus
               at
               Spartane
               towne
            
             
               Thought
               them
               in
               deserts
               by
               ,
               to
               circumuent
               ,
            
             
               The
               Troians
               with
               three
               thousand
               beate
               them
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Such
               fauour
               loe
               ,
               them
               Ladie
               Fortune
               lent
               .
            
             
               By
               Mars
               his
               force
               ,
               their
               raies
               and
               rancks
               he
               rent
               ,
            
             
               And
               tooke
               the
               brother
               of
               the
               Grecian
               King
               ,
            
             
               With
               others
               moe
               ,
               as
               captiues
               home
               to
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               taken
               towne
               from
               which
               the
               King
               was
               fled
               ,
            
             
               Sir
               Brutus
               with
               sixe
               hundred
               men
               did
               man
               ,
            
             
               Ech
               prisoner
               was
               vnto
               his
               keeper
               led
            
             
               To
               keepe
               in
               towne
               ,
               the
               noble
               Troians
               wan
               :
            
             
               And
               into
               woods
               the
               Troiane
               gate
               him
               than
            
             
               Againe
               with
               his
               ,
               he
               kept
               him
               there
               by
               night
            
             
               To
               quaile
               the
               Grecians
               if
               they
               came
               to
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               which
               cal'd
               to
               minde
               his
               former
               foile
               ,
            
             
               His
               flight
               ,
               and
               brother
               deare
               by
               Troians
               take
               ,
            
             
               The
               towne
               he
               lost
               ,
               where
               Brutus
               gaue
               the
               spoile
               ,
            
             
               He
               thought
               not
               so
               the
               field
               and
               fight
               forsake
               ,
            
             
               But
               of
               his
               men
               a
               muster
               new
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               againe
               for
               to
               besiege
               the
               towne
            
             
               In
               hope
               reuenge
               ,
               or
               winne
               his
               lost
               renowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               night
               the
               ambush
               ,
               that
               his
               purpose
               knew
               ,
            
             
               Came
               foorth
               from
               woods
               ,
               whereas
               they
               waited
               by
               ,
            
             
               The
               Troians
               all
               th'
               vnarmed
               Grecians
               slew
               ,
            
             
               Went
               through
               their
               campe
               ,
               none
               could
               their
               force
               denie
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               tent
               where
               Pandrasus
               did
               lie
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               Lord
               Brutus
               tooke
               their
               King
               that
               night
               ,
            
             
               And
               sau'd
               his
               life
               as
               see'md
               a
               worthie
               wight
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               This
               great
               exploite
               so
               wisely
               well
               at
               chiu'd
               ,
            
             
               "
               The
               Troiane
               victour
               did
               a
               counsaile
               call
               ,
            
             
               "
               Wherein
               might
               be
               for
               their
               estate
               contriu'd
            
             
               "
               By
               counsaile
               graue
               ,
               the
               publike
               weale
               of
               all
               .
            
             
               "
               Now
               tell
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               what
               ransome
               aske
               we
               shall
               ?
            
             
               "
               Or
               what
               will
               you
               for
               our
               auaile
               deuise
               ?
            
             
               "
               To
               which
               Mempricius
               answer'd
               ,
               graue
               and
               wise
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               I
               cannot
               
                 (
                 Brutus
              
               )
               but
               commend
               thine
               act
            
             
               "
               In
               this
               ,
               thou
               noble
               Captaine
               worthy
               praise
               :
            
             
               "
               Which
               deemest
               well
               ,
               it
               were
               an
               heinous
               fact
               ,
            
             
               "
               T'
               abridge
               the
               Grecian
               king
               of
               vitall
               daies
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               that
               we
               ought
               by
               clemencie
               to
               raise
            
             
               "
               Our
               fame
               to
               skie
               ,
               not
               by
               a
               sauage
               guise
               ,
            
             
               "
               Sith
               Gods
               and
               men
               both
               ,
               cruelty
               despise
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               The
               cause
               we
               fought
               ,
               was
               for
               the
               freedome
               all
            
             
               "
               Of
               Troians
               taken
               ,
               we
               haue
               freedome
               won
               ,
            
             
               "
               We
               haue
               our
               purpose
               ,
               and
               their
               king
               withall
               ,
            
             
               "
               To
               whom
               of
               rigour
               nothing
               ought
               be
               done
               :
            
             
               "
               Though
               he
               the
               quarrell
               with
               vs
               first
               begon
               .
            
             
               "
               And
               though
               we
               owe
               the
               fall
               of
               Troyes
               requite
               ,
            
             
               "
               Yet
               let
               reuenge
               thereof
               from
               gods
               to
               light
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               His
               subiects
               now
               bewaile
               their
               proude
               pretence
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               weapons
               laide
               aside
               ,
               for
               mercy
               crie
               :
            
             
               "
               They
               all
               confesse
               their
               plagues
               to
               come
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               "
               Where
               first
               from
               faith
               of
               Gods
               they
               seem'd
               to
               flie
               .
            
             
               "
               Their
               Nobles
               dare
               not
               come
               the
               case
               to
               trie
               ,
            
             
               "
               But
               euen
               for
               peace
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               hearts
               ,
               they
               sue
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               meekely
               grant
               ,
               whence
               all
               their
               mischiefes
               grew
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               The
               Princesse
               faire
               ,
               his
               daughter
               ,
               who
               surmounts
            
             
               "
               For
               vertues
               rare
               ,
               for
               beautie
               braue
               ,
               and
               grace
            
             
               "
               Both
               Helen
               fine
               ,
               of
               whom
               they
               made
               accounts
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               all
               the
               rest
               that
               come
               of
               Grecian
               race
               ,
            
             
               "
               She
               for
               her
               father
               sues
               ,
               bewailes
               his
               case
               ,
            
             
               "
               Implores
               ,
               desires
               thy
               grace
               ,
               and
               gods
               aboue
               ,
            
             
               "
               Whose
               woes
               may
               them
               and
               thee
               to
               mercy
               moue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               Some
               Troians
               say
               he
               should
               deposed
               be
            
             
               "
               From
               kingdome
               quite
               ,
               or
               else
               be
               slaine
               he
               should
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               we
               heere
               bide
               ,
               eke
               this
               misliketh
               me
               ,
            
             
               "
               Nay
               rather
               while
               we
               stay
               keepe
               him
               in
               hold
               ,
            
             
               "
               Or
               let
               him
               pay
               a
               ransome
               large
               of
               gold
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               hostage
               giue
               ,
               and
               homage
               do
               of
               right
            
             
               "
               To
               thee
               ,
               that
               wonst
               the
               field
               by
               Martiall
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               For
               kingdomes
               sake
               a
               captiue
               king
               to
               kill
               ,
            
             
               "
               Our
               names
               for
               aye
               with
               foule
               defame
               would
               brand
               ;
            
             
               "
               For
               vs
               in
               Greece
               to
               dwell
               were
               euen
               as
               ill
               ,
            
             
               "
               The
               force
               of
               Greece
               we
               cannot
               still
               withstand
               .
            
             
               "
               Let
               vs
               therefore
               both
               cruelty
               aband
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               prudent
               seeke
               both
               gods
               and
               men
               to
               please
               :
            
             
               "
               So
               shall
               we
               find
               good
               lucke
               at
               land
               and
               seas
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Or
               sith
               the
               Grecians
               will
               thee
               for
               to
               take
            
             
               "
               The
               noble
               Ladie
               Iunogen
               to
               wife
               ,
            
             
               "
               If
               thou
               so
               please
               ,
               let
               him
               her
               dowrie
               make
            
             
               "
               Of
               gold
               ,
               ships
               ,
               siluer
               ,
               corne
               ,
               for
               our
               reliefe
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               other
               things
               ,
               which
               are
               in
               Graecia
               rife
               .
            
             
               "
               That
               we
               so
               fraught
               may
               seeke
               some
               desert
               shore
               ,
            
             
               "
               Where
               thou
               and
               thine
               may
               raigne
               for
               euermore
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               pleas'd
               both
               Brutus
               and
               the
               Troians
               all
               ,
            
             
               Who
               wil'd
               forthwith
               that
               Pandrasus
               the
               King
            
             
               Should
               reuerently
               be
               brought
               into
               the
               hall
               .
            
             
               And
               present
               when
               they
               told
               him
               of
               this
               thing
               ,
            
             
               So
               griefe
               and
               sorow
               great
               his
               heart
               did
               sting
               ,
            
             
               He
               could
               not
               shew
               by
               countenance
               or
               cheere
            
             
               That
               he
               it
               lik'd
               ,
               but
               spake
               as
               you
               shall
               heare
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Sith
               that
               the
               wrath
               of
               gods
               hath
               yeelded
               me
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               eke
               my
               brother
               ,
               captiues
               to
               your
               hands
               ,
            
             
               "
               I
               am
               content
               to
               do
               as
               pleaseth
               yee
               ,
            
             
               "
               You
               haue
               my
               realme
               ,
               my
               life
               ,
               my
               goods
               and
               lands
               ,
            
             
               "
               I
               must
               be
               needs
               content
               as
               Fortune
               stands
               .
            
             
               "
               I
               giue
               my
               daughter
               ,
               gold
               ,
               and
               siluer
               fine
               ,
            
             
               "
               With
               what
               for
               dowrie
               else
               you
               craue
               is
               mine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               make
               my
               tale
               the
               shorter
               if
               I
               may
               ,
            
             
               This
               truce
               concluded
               was
               immediately
               :
            
             
               And
               all
               things
               else
               performed
               by
               a
               day
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               restor'd
               that
               did
               in
               prison
               lie
               .
            
             
               The
               Troians
               proud
               of
               spoiles
               and
               victorie
               ,
            
             
               Did
               hoise
               vp
               sailes
               ,
               in
               two
               daies
               and
               a
               night
            
             
               Vpon
               the
               I
               le
               of
               Lestrigons
               they
               light
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               leauing
               of
               their
               ships
               at
               roade
               ,
               to
               land
            
             
               They
               wandring
               went
               the
               countrey
               for
               to
               view
               :
            
             
               Loe
               there
               a
               desert
               citie
               old
               they
               fand
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               a
               temple
               (
               if
               report
               be
               true
               )
            
             
               Where
               Dian
               dwelt
               of
               whom
               the
               Troian
               crew
            
             
               In
               sacrifice
               their
               captaine
               counsell
               gaue
            
             
               For
               good
               successe
               ,
               a
               seate
               and
               soile
               to
               craue
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               he
               no
               whit
               misliking
               their
               aduice
            
             
               Went
               forth
               ,
               and
               did
               before
               the
               altar
               hold
            
             
               In
               his
               right
               hand
               a
               cup
               to
               sacrifice
               ,
            
             
               Fild
               both
               with
               wine
               ,
               and
               white
               hinds
               blood
               scarce
               cold
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               before
               her
               stature
               straight
               he
               told
            
             
               Deuoutly
               all
               his
               whole
               petition
               there
               ,
            
             
               In
               sort
               (
               they
               say
               )
               as
               is
               repeated
               heere
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               goddesse
               great
               in
               groues
               that
               putst
               wilde
               boares
               in
               fearefull
               feare
               ,
            
             
               And
               maist
               go
               all
               the
               compasse
               pathes
               of
               euery
               ayrie
               sphere
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               of
               th'
               infernall
               houses
               too
               ,
               resolue
               the
               earthly
               rights
               ,
            
             
               And
               tell
               what
               countrey
               in
               to
               dwell
               thou
               giu'st
               vs
               Troian
               wights
               .
            
             
               Assigne
               a
               certaine
               seate
               where
               I
               shall
               worship
               thee
               for
               aye
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               repleat
               with
               virgins
               ,
               I
               erect
               thy
               temples
               maye
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               nine
               times
               he
               had
               spoken
               this
               ,
               and
               went
            
             
               Foure
               times
               the
               altar
               round
               ,
               and
               staid
               agen
               ,
            
             
               He
               powr'd
               the
               wine
               and
               blood
               in
               hand
               he
               hent
            
             
               Into
               the
               fire
               .
               O
               witlesse
               cares
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               Such
               folly
               meere
               ,
               and
               blindnes
               great
               was
               then
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               religion
               now
               bids
               toies
               farewell
               ,
            
             
               Embrace
               that
               's
               good
               ,
               the
               vice
               of
               times
               I
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               He
               laid
               him
               then
               downe
               by
               the
               altars
               side
               ,
            
             
               Vpon
               the
               white
               Hinds
               skin
               espred
               therefore
               :
            
             
               It
               was
               the
               third
               houre
               of
               the
               night
               ,
               a
               tide
            
             
               Of
               sweetest
               sleepe
               ,
               he
               gaue
               himselfe
               the
               more
            
             
               To
               rest
               surelie
               .
               Then
               seemed
               him
               before
            
             
               Diana
               chaste
               ,
               the
               goddesse
               to
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               And
               spake
               to
               him
               these
               words
               that
               you
               shall
               heare
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Brute
               ,
               
                 farre
                 vnder
                 Phoebus
                 fall
                 ,
                 beyond
                 of
                 France
                 that
                 raigne
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 An
                 Iland
                 in
                 the
                 Ocean
                 is
                 ,
                 with
                 sea
                 t
                 is
                 compast
                 maine
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 An
                 Iland
                 in
                 the
                 Ocean
                 is
                 ,
                 where
                 Giants
                 erst
                 did
                 dwell
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 now
                 a
                 desert
                 place
                 that
                 's
                 fit
                 ,
                 will
                 serue
                 thy
                 people
                 well
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 this
                 direct
                 thy
                 race
                 ,
                 for
                 there
                 shall
                 be
                 thy
                 seat
                 for
                 aye
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 to
                 thy
                 sonnes
                 there
                 shall
                 be
                 built
                 another
                 stately
                 Troye
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Here
                 of
                 thy
                 progenie
                 and
                 stocke
                 ,
                 shall
                 mightie
                 Kings
                 descend
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 vnto
                 them
                 as
                 subiect
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 bow
                 and
                 bend
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               he
               woke
               ,
               with
               ioyfull
               cheere
               ,
               and
               told
            
             
               The
               vision
               all
               ,
               and
               oracle
               it
               gaue
               :
            
             
               So
               it
               reioyst
               their
               hearts
               a
               thousand
               fold
               .
            
             
               To
               ships
               they
               got
               ,
               away
               the
               shores
               they
               draue
               ,
            
             
               And
               hoysing
               sailes
               ,
               for
               happie
               winds
               they
               craue
               .
            
             
               In
               thirtie
               daies
               their
               voyage
               so
               they
               dight
               ,
            
             
               That
               on
               the
               coast
               of
               Aphrica
               they
               light
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               to
               Philaenes
               altars
               they
               attain'd
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               so
               men
               call
               two
               hilles
               erected
               are
            
             
               In
               Tunise
               land
               )
               two
               brethren
               ground
               that
               gain'd
            
             
               For
               Carthage
               once
               ,
               and
               went
               t
               is
               said
               too
               farre
               ,
            
             
               On
               Cyren
               ground
               for
               bounds
               ,
               there
               buried
               were
               .
            
             
               Because
               they
               would
               not
               turne
               againe
               ,
               but
               striue
            
             
               With
               Cyren
               men
               ,
               they
               buried
               them
               aliue
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               thence
               they
               sailed
               through
               the
               middle
               lake
               ,
            
             
               Betweene
               Europa
               faire
               and
               Aphrica
               the
               drie
               :
            
             
               With
               winde
               at
               will
               ,
               the
               doubtfull
               race
               they
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               sail'd
               to
               Tuscane
               shores
               ,
               on
               Europe
               coast
               that
               lie
               .
            
             
               Where
               at
               the
               last
               amongst
               the
               men
               they
               did
               descrie
            
             
               Foure
               banisht
               bands
               of
               Troians
               in
               distresse
            
             
               To
               saile
               with
               them
               ,
               which
               did
               themselues
               addresse
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Companions
               of
               Antenor
               in
               his
               flight
               .
            
             
               But
               Corinaeus
               was
               their
               captaine
               than
               ,
            
             
               For
               counsell
               graue
               a
               wise
               and
               worthie
               wight
               :
            
             
               In
               warres
               the
               praise
               of
               valiantnesse
               he
               wan
               .
            
             
               Lord
               Brutus
               liked
               well
               this
               noble
               man
               ,
            
             
               With
               him
               full
               oft
               confer
               of
               fates
               he
               wold
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnto
               him
               the
               oracles
               he
               told
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Troians
               so
               in
               number
               now
               increast
               ,
            
             
               Set
               on
               to
               sea
               and
               hoysed
               sailes
               to
               wind
               .
            
             
               To
               Hercules
               his
               pillars
               from
               the
               East
            
             
               They
               cast
               by
               compasse
               readie
               way
               to
               find
               :
            
             
               Where
               through
               once
               past
               to
               Northward
               race
               they
               twind
               ,
            
             
               To
               Pirene
               cleeues
               ,
               tweene
               Spaine
               and
               France
               the
               bound
               ,
            
             
               Reioycing
               neere
               the
               promist
               I
               le
               so
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               Eke
               vnto
               Guyne
               in
               France
               they
               failed
               thence
               ,
            
             
               Where
               at
               the
               hauen
               of
               Loire
               they
               did
               arriue
               ,
            
             
               To
               view
               the
               countrey
               was
               their
               whole
               pretence
            
             
               And
               victuals
               get
               ,
               their
               souldiers
               to
               reuiue
               .
            
             
               Eke
               Corinaeus
               lest
               the
               Galles
               should
               striue
               ,
            
             
               Led
               forth
               two
               hundred
               of
               his
               warlike
               band
               ,
            
             
               To
               get
               prouision
               to
               the
               ships
               from
               land
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               the
               King
               Goffarius
               heard
               of
               this
               ,
            
             
               That
               Troians
               were
               arriued
               on
               his
               shore
               ,
            
             
               With
               Frenchmen
               and
               with
               Guynes
               their
               power
               and
               his
               ,
            
             
               He
               came
               to
               take
               the
               prey
               they
               gate
               before
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               met
               ,
               they
               fought
               it
               both
               full
               sore
               ,
            
             
               Till
               Corinaeus
               rusht
               into
               their
               band
               ,
            
             
               And
               caus'd
               them
               flie
               :
               they
               durst
               no
               longer
               stand
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               might
               you
               there
               seene
               hearts
               of
               Frenchmen
               broke
               :
            
             
               Two
               hundred
               Troians
               gaue
               them
               all
               the
               soile
            
             
               At
               home
               ,
               with
               oddes
               ,
               they
               durst
               not
               bide
               the
               stroke
               ,
            
             
               Few
               Troians
               beat
               them
               in
               their
               natiue
               soile
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               Corinaeus
               followed
               in
               this
               broile
               ,
            
             
               So
               fast
               vpon
               his
               foes
               before
               his
               men
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               return'd
               and
               thought
               to
               spoile
               him
               then
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               There
               he
               alone
               against
               them
               all
               ,
               and
               they
            
             
               Against
               him
               one
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               force
               did
               fight
               .
            
             
               At
               last
               by
               chance
               his
               sword
               was
               flowne
               away
               ,
            
             
               By
               fortune
               on
               a
               battaile
               axe
               he
               light
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               did
               driue
               about
               him
               with
               such
               might
               ,
            
             
               That
               some
               their
               hands
               ,
               and
               some
               their
               armes
               did
               leese
               ,
            
             
               Some
               legges
               ,
               of
               some
               the
               head
               from
               shoulders
               flees
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               thus
               amongst
               them
               all
               he
               fought
               with
               force
            
             
               And
               fortune
               great
               ,
               in
               danger
               of
               his
               life
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               Brutus
               had
               on
               him
               there
               with
               remorce
               ,
            
             
               Came
               with
               a
               troupe
               of
               men
               to
               end
               the
               strife
               .
            
             
               When
               Frenchmen
               saw
               the
               Troians
               force
               so
               rife
            
             
               They
               fled
               away
               ,
               vnto
               their
               losse
               and
               paine
               ,
            
             
               In
               fight
               and
               flight
               nigh
               all
               their
               host
               was
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               in
               that
               broile
               ,
               saue
               Corinaeus
               ,
               none
            
             
               Did
               fight
               so
               fiercely
               ,
               as
               did
               Turnus
               then
               ,
            
             
               Sir
               Brutus
               cosin
               with
               his
               sword
               alone
            
             
               Did
               slay
               that
               time
               well
               nigh
               sixe
               hundred
               men
               .
            
             
               They
               found
               him
               dead
               as
               they
               return'd
               agen
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Frenchmen
               ,
               wounded
               void
               of
               sence
               ,
            
             
               And
               bare
               his
               noble
               corps
               with
               honour
               thence
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               they
               bode
               awhile
               reuenge
               to
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               interre
               the
               dead
               ,
               and
               Turnus
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               They
               tooke
               a
               towne
               not
               farre
               from
               place
               of
               field
               ,
            
             
               And
               built
               it
               strong
               ,
               to
               vex
               the
               Galles
               againe
               .
            
             
               The
               name
               they
               gaue
               it
               still
               doth
               yet
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               there
               they
               buried
               Turnus
               yet
               men
               call
            
             
               It
               Tours
               ,
               and
               name
               the
               folke
               Turones
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               towne
               they
               left
               at
               last
               with
               Troians
               mand
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               their
               ships
               were
               stor'd
               with
               what
               they
               need
            
             
               Aboord
               ,
               they
               hoise
               vp
               sailes
               and
               left
               the
               land
               ,
            
             
               By
               aiding
               winds
               they
               cut
               the
               seas
               with
               speed
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               the
               shining
               Albion
               cleeues
               did
               seed
            
             
               Their
               gazing
               eyes
               ,
               by
               meanes
               whereof
               they
               fand
            
             
               Out
               Totnes
               hauen
               ,
               and
               tooke
               this
               promist
               land
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               countrey
               seemed
               pleasant
               at
               the
               view
               ,
            
             
               And
               was
               by
               few
               inhabited
               ,
               as
               yet
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               certaine
               Giants
               whom
               they
               did
               pursue
               ,
            
             
               Which
               straight
               to
               Caues
               in
               Mountaines
               did
               them
               get
               :
            
             
               So
               fine
               were
               Woods
               ,
               and
               Floods
               ,
               and
               Fountaines
               set
               ,
            
             
               So
               cleere
               the
               aire
               ,
               so
               temperate
               the
               clime
               ,
            
             
               They
               neuer
               saw
               the
               like
               before
               that
               time
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               then
               this
               I
               le
               that
               Albion
               had
               to
               name
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               Brutus
               causde
               it
               Britaine
               cal'd
               to
               bee
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               the
               people
               Britans
               of
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               As
               yet
               in
               ancient
               Records
               is
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               To
               Corinaeus
               gaue
               he
               franke
               and
               free
            
             
               The
               land
               of
               Cornwall
               ,
               for
               his
               seruice
               done
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               because
               from
               Giants
               he
               it
               wonne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               sith
               our
               Troiane
               flock
               came
               first
               from
               Troy
               ,
            
             
               The
               Chieftaine
               thought
               that
               dutie
               did
               him
               binde
               ,
            
             
               As
               Fortune
               thus
               had
               sau'd
               him
               from
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               The
               ancient
               towne
               againe
               to
               call
               to
               minde
               .
            
             
               He
               built
               new
               Troy
               ,
               them
               Troian
               lawes
               assignde
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               his
               race
               to
               his
               eternall
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Might
               keepe
               of
               Troy
               the
               euerlasting
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               setled
               there
               ,
               in
               perfect
               peace
               and
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Deuoid
               of
               warre
               ,
               of
               labour
               ,
               strife
               ,
               or
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Iunogen
               the
               Queene
               ,
               his
               ioyes
               increast
               ,
            
             
               A
               Prince
               she
               bare
               ,
               and
               after
               other
               twaine
               .
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               King
               of
               noble
               Impes
               so
               faine
               ,
            
             
               Three
               sonnes
               which
               had
               so
               shortly
               here
               begat
               ,
            
             
               
                 Locrinus
                 ,
                 Camber
              
               ,
               last
               me
               Albanact
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               hauing
               wealth
               ,
               and
               eke
               the
               world
               at
               will
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               wanting
               ought
               that
               might
               his
               minde
               content
               :
            
             
               T'
               increase
               his
               powre
               with
               wights
               of
               warlike
               skill
            
             
               Was
               all
               his
               minde
               ,
               his
               purpose
               and
               intent
               .
            
             
               Whereby
               if
               foes
               ,
               inuasion
               after
               ment
               ,
            
             
               The
               Britans
               might
               not
               feare
               of
               forraine
               lands
               ,
            
             
               But
               keepe
               by
               fight
               ,
               possessions
               in
               their
               hands
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Eke
               when
               his
               people
               once
               perceiu'd
               his
               minde
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               what
               the
               Prince
               doth
               often
               most
               embrace
               ,
            
             
               To
               that
               the
               subiects
               all
               ,
               are
               straight
               inclinde
               ,
            
             
               And
               reuerence
               still
               in
               ech
               respect
               his
               grace
               )
            
             
               They
               gat
               in
               warre
               such
               knowledge
               in
               short
               space
               ,
            
             
               That
               after
               they
               their
               force
               to
               trie
               begun
               ,
            
             
               They
               car'd
               for
               nought
               by
               wit
               or
               wight
               not
               won
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               mightie
               people
               borne
               of
               Giants
               brood
               ,
            
             
               That
               did
               possesse
               this
               Ocean-bounded
               land
               ,
            
             
               They
               did
               sub
               due
               ,
               who
               oft
               in
               battell
               stood
            
             
               Gainst
               them
               in
               field
               ,
               vntill
               by
               force
               of
               hand
            
             
               They
               were
               made
               subiect
               vnto
               Brutes
               command
               .
            
             
               Such
               boldnes
               then
               did
               in
               the
               Briton
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               in
               deedes
               of
               valour
               did
               excell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereby
               the
               King
               had
               cause
               to
               take
               delight
               ,
            
             
               And
               might
               be
               bold
               the
               lesse
               to
               feare
               his
               foes
               :
            
             
               Surely
               ech
               Prince
               may
               recke
               his
               en'mies
               spight
               ,
            
             
               Thereafter
               as
               his
               force
               in
               fight
               he
               knoes
               .
            
             
               "
               A
               princely
               heart
               the
               liberall
               gifts
               disclose
               .
            
             
               He
               gaue
               to
               ech
               such
               guerdons
               for
               their
               facts
               ,
            
             
               As
               might
               them
               only
               moue
               to
               noble
               acts
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               labours
               great
               his
               subiects
               then
               refusde
               ,
            
             
               No
               trauels
               that
               might
               like
               his
               regall
               minde
               :
            
             
               But
               ech
               of
               them
               such
               exercise
               well
               vsde
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               was
               praise
               ,
               or
               glorie
               great
               to
               finde
               .
            
             
               And
               to
               their
               liege
               bare
               faithfull
               hearts
               so
               kinde
               ,
            
             
               That
               what
               he
               wild
               they
               all
               obeyd
               his
               hest
               ,
            
             
               Nought
               else
               was
               currant
               ,
               but
               the
               Kings
               request
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               Prince
               aliue
               might
               more
               reioyce
               then
               he
               ?
            
             
               Had
               faithfull
               men
               ,
               so
               valiant
               ,
               bold
               ,
               and
               stout
               :
            
             
               What
               pleasures
               more
               on
               earth
               could
               lightly
               be
            
             
               Then
               win
               an
               Ile
               ,
               and
               liue
               deuoid
               of
               doubt
               ?
            
             
               An
               Ile
               said
               I
               ?
               nay
               nam'd
               the
               world
               throughout
            
             
               Another
               world
               ,
               sith
               sea
               doth
               it
               diuide
            
             
               From
               all
               ,
               that
               wants
               not
               all
               the
               world
               beside
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               subiects
               eke
               ,
               more
               happie
               were
               then
               these
               ?
            
             
               Had
               such
               a
               King
               of
               such
               a
               noble
               heart
               ,
            
             
               And
               such
               a
               land
               enioyd
               and
               liu'd
               at
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               ech
               man
               almost
               might
               chuse
               his
               part
               .
            
             
               No
               feare
               of
               foes
               ,
               vnknowne
               was
               treasons
               art
               ,
            
             
               No
               faining
               friends
               ,
               no
               fauning
               Gnatoes
               skill
               ,
            
             
               No
               Thrasoes
               brags
               ,
               but
               bearing
               ech
               good
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               ech
               summer
               once
               receiues
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               no
               State
               can
               stable
               stand
               for
               aye
               ,
            
             
               As
               course
               of
               time
               doth
               cause
               things
               bow
               and
               bend
               ,
            
             
               As
               euery
               pleasure
               hath
               her
               ending
               day
               ,
            
             
               As
               will
               can
               neuer
               passe
               the
               power
               of
               may
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               my
               father
               happie
               daies
               that
               spent
               ,
            
             
               Perceiu'd
               he
               must
               by
               sicknesse
               last
               relent
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               doth
               the
               shipman
               well
               foresee
               the
               storme
               ,
            
             
               And
               knowes
               what
               danger
               lies
               in
               Syrtes
               of
               sand
               :
            
             
               Eke
               as
               the
               husbandman
               prouides
               beforne
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               perceiues
               the
               winter
               cold
               at
               hand
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               the
               wise
               ,
               that
               course
               of
               things
               haue
               scand
               ,
            
             
               Can
               well
               the
               end
               of
               sicknes
               great
               presage
               ,
            
             
               When
               it
               is
               ioyn'd
               with
               yeeres
               of
               stooping
               age
               ,
            
          
           
             
               His
               sonnes
               and
               Counsell
               all
               assembled
               were
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               he
               sent
               for
               vs
               and
               them
               with
               speed
               .
            
             
               We
               came
               in
               hast
               ,
               this
               newes
               did
               cause
               vs
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               so
               he
               sent
               ,
               we
               thought
               him
               sick
               indeed
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               we
               all
               approcht
               to
               him
               with
               speed
               ,
            
             
               Too
               soone
               alas
               ,
               his
               Grace
               right
               sick
               we
               found
               ,
            
             
               And
               him
               saluted
               as
               our
               duties
               bound
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               casting
               of
               his
               wofull
               eyes
               aside
               ,
            
             
               Not
               able
               well
               to
               moue
               his
               painfull
               head
               ,
            
             
               As
               silent
               we
               with
               teares
               his
               minnde
               abide
               ,
            
             
               He
               wild
               himselfe
               be
               reared
               in
               his
               bed
               .
            
             
               Which
               done
               ,
               with
               sight
               of
               vs
               his
               eyes
               he
               fed
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               pausing
               so
               a
               while
               for
               breath
               he
               staid
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               to
               them
               and
               vs
               ,
               thus
               wise
               he
               said
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               No
               maruaile
               sure
               ,
               though
               you
               here
               with
               be
               sad
            
             
               (
               You
               noble
               Britaines
               )
               for
               your
               Brutus
               sake
               .
            
             
               Sith
               whilom
               me
               your
               captaine
               stout
               you
               had
               ,
            
             
               That
               now
               my
               leaue
               and
               last
               farwell
               must
               take
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               nature
               willes
               me
               once
               an
               ende
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               leaue
               you
               here
               behinde
               ,
               which
               after
               mee
            
             
               Shall
               die
               ,
               as
               me
               depart
               before
               you
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               You
               wot
               wherefore
               I
               with
               the
               Grecians
               fought
               ,
            
             
               "
               With
               dint
               of
               sworde
               I
               made
               their
               force
               to
               flie
               :
            
             
               
                 "
                 Antenors
              
               friends
               on
               Tuscane
               shores
               I
               sought
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               did
               them
               not
               my
               promist
               land
               denie
               .
            
             
               "
               By
               Martiall
               powre
               I
               made
               the
               Frenchmen
               flie
               ,
            
             
               "
               Where
               you
               to
               saue
               ,
               I
               lost
               my
               faithfull
               frend
            
             
               "
               For
               you
               ;
               at
               Tours
               my
               Turnus
               tooke
               his
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               I
               need
               not
               now
               recite
               what
               loue
               I
               bare
               ,
            
             
               "
               My
               friendship
               you
               ,
               I
               trust
               ,
               haue
               found
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               "
               That
               none
               amongst
               you
               all
               which
               present
               are
               ,
            
             
               "
               With
               teares
               doth
               not
               record
               the
               tale
               I
               tell
               .
            
             
               "
               Eke
               whom
               I
               found
               for
               vertues
               to
               excell
               ,
            
             
               "
               To
               them
               I
               gaue
               the
               price
               thereof
               ,
               as
               due
            
             
               "
               As
               they
               deseru'd
               ,
               whose
               facts
               I
               found
               so
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Now
               must
               I
               proue
               ,
               if
               paines
               were
               well
               bestow'd
               ,
            
             
               "
               Or
               if
               I
               spent
               my
               gratefull
               gifts
               in
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               "
               Or
               if
               these
               great
               good
               turnes
               to
               you
               I
               ow'd
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               might
               not
               aske
               your
               loyall
               loues
               againe
               .
            
             
               "
               Which
               if
               I
               wist
               ,
               what
               tongue
               could
               tell
               my
               paine
               ?
            
             
               "
               I
               meane
               ,
               if
               you
               vngratefull
               mindes
               doe
               beare
               ,
            
             
               "
               What
               meaneth
               death
               to
               let
               me
               linger
               here
               ?
            
          
           
             
               "
               For
               if
               you
               shall
               abuse
               your
               Prince
               ,
               in
               this
            
             
               "
               The
               gods
               on
               you
               for
               such
               an
               hainous
               fact
               ,
            
             
               "
               To
               take
               reuenge
               ,
               be
               sure
               will
               neuer
               misse
               .
            
             
               "
               And
               then
               too
               late
               you
               shall
               repent
               the
               act
               ,
            
             
               "
               When
               all
               my
               Realine
               ,
               and
               all
               your
               wealths
               are
               sackt
               :
            
             
               "
               But
               if
               you
               shall
               as
               you
               begun
               ,
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               "
               Of
               kingdomes
               fall
               ,
               or
               foes
               ,
               there
               is
               no
               dreed
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               And
               to
               auoid
               contention
               that
               may
               fall
               ,
            
             
               "
               Because
               I
               wish
               this
               Realme
               the
               Britans
               still
               :
            
             
               "
               Therefore
               I
               will
               declare
               before
               you
               all
            
             
               "
               Sith
               you
               are
               come
               ,
               my
               whole
               intent
               and
               will.
            
             
               "
               Which
               if
               you
               keepe
               ,
               and
               wrest
               it
               not
               to
               ill
               ,
            
             
               "
               There
               is
               no
               doubt
               but
               euermore
               with
               fame
            
             
               "
               You
               shall
               enioy
               the
               Britans
               Realme
               and
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               You
               see
               my
               sonnes
               ,
               that
               after
               me
               must
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               "
               Whom
               you
               or
               this
               haue
               lik'd
               and
               counsail'd
               well
               .
            
             
               "
               You
               know
               what
               erst
               you
               wisht
               they
               should
               refraine
               ,
            
             
               "
               Which
               way
               they
               might
               all
               vices
               vile
               expell
               ,
            
             
               "
               Which
               way
               they
               might
               in
               vertues
               great
               excell
               .
            
             
               "
               Thus
               if
               you
               shall
               ,
               when
               I
               am
               gone
               insue
               ,
            
             
               "
               You
               shall
               discharge
               the
               trust
               repos'd
               in
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Be
               you
               their
               fathers
               ,
               with
               your
               counsell
               wise
               .
            
             
               "
               And
               you
               my
               children
               take
               them
               euen
               as
               me
               ,
            
             
               "
               Be
               you
               their
               guides
               in
               what
               you
               can
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               let
               their
               good
               instructions
               teach
               you
               three
               :
            
             
               "
               Be
               faithfull
               all
               :
               as
               brethren
               ought
               agree
               :
            
             
               "
               For*
               concord
               keepes
               a
               Realme
               in
               stable
               stay
               :
            
             
               "
               But
               discord
               brings
               all
               kingdomes
               to
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Record
               you
               this
               :
               to
               th'
               eldest
               sonne
               I
               giue
            
             
               "
               This
               middle
               part
               of
               Realme
               to
               hold
               his
               owne
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               to
               his
               heires
               that
               after
               him
               shall
               liue
               .
            
             
               "
               Also
               to
               Camber
               ,
               that
               his
               part
               be
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               "
               I
               giue
               that
               land
               that
               lies
               welnigh
               oregrowne
            
             
               "
               With
               woods
               ,
               Northwest
               ,
               and
               mountaines
               mightie
               hie
               ,
            
             
               "
               By
               South
               whereof
               ,
               the
               Cornish
               sea
               doth
               lie
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               And
               vnto
               thee
               my
               yongest
               sonne
               ,
               that
               art
            
             
               "
               Mine
               Albanact
               ,
               I
               giue
               to
               thee
               likewise
            
             
               "
               As
               much
               to
               be
               for
               thee
               and
               thine
               apart
               ,
            
             
               "
               As
               North
               beyond
               the
               arme
               of
               sea
               there
               lies
               ,
            
             
               "
               Of
               which
               loe
               heere
               a
               Mappe
               before
               your
               eies
               .
            
             
               "
               Loe
               heere
               my
               sonnes
               my
               kingdome
               all
               you
               haue
               ,
            
             
               "
               For
               which
               (
               remember
               )
               nought
               but
               this
               I
               craue
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               First
               ,
               that
               you
               take
               these
               fathers
               graue
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               "
               Imbrace
               their
               counsell
               euen
               as
               it
               were
               mine
               :
            
             
               "
               Next
               ,
               that
               betweene
               your selues
               you
               will
               agree
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               neuer
               one
               at
               others
               wealth
               repine
               .
            
             
               "
               See
               that
               yee
               bide
               still
               bound
               with
               friendly
               line
               .
            
             
               "
               And
               last
               ,
               my
               subiects
               with
               such
               loue
               retaine
               ,
            
             
               "
               As
               long
               they
               may
               your
               subiects
               eke
               remaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Now
               faint
               ,
               I
               feele
               my
               breath
               begins
               to
               faile
               ,
            
             
               "
               My
               time
               is
               come
               ,
               giue
               each
               to
               me
               your
               hand
               ,
            
             
               "
               Farewell
               ,
               farewell
               ,
               to
               mourne
               will
               not
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               "
               I
               see
               with
               Knife
               where
               Atropos
               doth
               stand
               .
            
             
               "
               Farewell
               my
               friends
               ,
               my
               children
               and
               my
               land
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               farewell
               all
               my
               subiects
               ,
               farewell
               breath
               ,
            
             
               "
               Farewell
               ten
               thousand
               times
               ,
               and
               welcome
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               euen
               with
               that
               he
               turn'd
               himselfe
               aside
               ,
            
             
               Vpyeelding
               gasping
               gaue
               away
               the
               ghost
               :
            
             
               Then
               all
               with
               mourning
               voice
               his
               seruants
               cri'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               subiects
               eke
               ,
               from
               least
               to
               most
               .
            
             
               Lamenting
               fil'd
               with
               wailing
               plaints
               each
               coast
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               the
               Britans
               all
               as
               nature
               bent
               ,
            
             
               Did
               for
               their
               King
               full
               dolefully
               lament
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               auailes
               ,
               to
               striue
               against
               the
               tide
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               to
               driue
               against
               the
               streame
               and
               winde
               ?
            
             
               What
               booteth
               it
               against
               the
               Cliues
               to
               ride
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               to
               worke
               against
               the
               course
               of
               kind
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               Nature
               hath
               the
               end
               of
               things
               assign'd
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               nay
               ,
               we
               must
               perforce
               depart
               ,
            
             
               Gainst
               dint
               of
               death
               ,
               there
               is
               no
               ease
               by
               art
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               raign'd
               that
               worthie
               King
               ,
               that
               found
               this
               land
               ,
            
             
               My
               father
               Brutus
               ,
               of
               the
               Troian
               blood
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               he
               died
               when
               he
               full
               well
               had
               man'd
            
             
               This
               noble
               Realme
               with
               Britans
               fierce
               and
               good
               .
            
             
               And
               so
               a
               while
               in
               stable
               state
               it
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Till
               we
               diuided
               had
               this
               Realme
               in
               three
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               too
               soone
               receiu'd
               my
               part
               to
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               straight
               through
               all
               the
               world
               gan
               Fame
               to
               flie
               ,
            
             
               A
               monster
               swifter
               none
               is
               vnder
               Sun
            
             
               Encreasing
               :
               as
               in
               waters
               we
               descry
            
             
               The
               circles
               small
               ,
               of
               nothing
               that
               begun
               ,
            
             
               Which
               at
               the
               length
               vnto
               such
               breadth
               doe
               come
               ,
            
             
               That
               of
               a
               drop
               which
               from
               the
               skies
               doth
               fall
               ,
            
             
               The
               circles
               spread
               ,
               and
               hide
               the
               waters
               all
               :
            
          
           
             
               So
               fame
               in
               flight
               increaseth
               more
               and
               more
               :
            
             
               For
               at
               the
               first
               she
               is
               not
               scarcely
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               and
               by
               she
               fleetes
               from
               shore
               to
               shore
               ,
            
             
               To
               clouds
               from
               th'
               earth
               her
               stature
               straight
               is
               growne
               ,
            
             
               There
               whatsoeuer
               by
               her
               trumpe
               is
               blowne
               ,
            
             
               The
               sound
               that
               both
               by
               sea
               and
               land
               out
               flies
               ,
            
             
               Rebounds
               againe
               ,
               and
               verberates
               the
               skies
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               say
               ,
               the
               earth
               that
               first
               the
               Giants
               bred
               ,
            
             
               For
               anger
               that
               the
               gods
               did
               them
               dispatch
               ,
            
             
               Brought
               forth
               this
               sister
               ,
               of
               those
               monsters
               dead
               ,
            
             
               Full
               light
               of
               foote
               ,
               swift
               wings
               the
               winds
               to
               catch
               ;
            
             
               Such
               monster
               erst
               did
               nature
               neuer
               hatch
               .
            
             
               As
               many
               Plumes
               she
               hath
               from
               top
               to
               toe
               ,
            
             
               So
               many
               eyes
               them
               vnderwatch
               ,
               or
               moe
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               tongues
               doe
               speake
               ,
               so
               many
               eares
               doe
               harke
               ,
            
             
               By
               night
               tweene
               heauen
               she
               sties
               and
               earthly
               shade
               ,
            
             
               And
               shrieking
               ,
               takes
               no
               quiet
               sleepe
               by
               darke
            
             
               On
               houses
               roofes
               ;
               on
               towres
               as
               keeper
               made
            
             
               She
               sits
               by
               day
               ,
               and
               Cities
               threats
               t'
               inuade
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               she
               tels
               what
               things
               she
               sees
               by
               view
               ,
            
             
               She
               rather
               shewes
               that's
               fained
               false
               ,
               then
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               She
               blazde
               abroad
               perdy
               a
               people
               small
               ,
            
             
               Late
               landed
               here
               ,
               and
               found
               this
               pleasant
               I
               le
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               that
               now
               it
               was
               diuided
               all
               ,
            
             
               Made
               tripartite
               ,
               and
               might
               within
               a
               while
            
             
               Be
               won
               by
               force
               ,
               by
               treason
               ,
               fraud
               ,
               or
               guile
               ,
            
             
               Wherefore
               she
               moues
               her
               friends
               to
               make
               assay
            
             
               To
               win
               the
               prize
               ,
               and
               beare
               our
               pompe
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               thousand
               things
               besides
               ,
               she
               bruits
               and
               tels
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               the
               most
               of
               euery
               thing
               shee
               heares
               ,
            
             
               Long
               time
               of
               vs
               she
               talkes
               ,
               and
               nothing
               els
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               what
               she
               seeth
               ,
               abroad
               in
               haste
               she
               beares
               ,
            
             
               With
               tatling
               toies
               and
               tickleth
               so
               their
               eares
               ,
            
             
               That
               needs
               they
               must
               to
               flattering
               fame
               assent
               ,
            
             
               Though
               afterwards
               they
               do
               therefore
               lament
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               East
               from
               hence
               a
               countrey
               large
               doth
               lye
               ,
            
             
               Hungaria
               eke
               of
               Hunnes
               it
               hath
               to
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               hath
               Danubius
               floud
               on
               South
               it
               bye
               ,
            
             
               Diuiding
               quite
               from
               Austria
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               From
               thence
               a
               King
               was
               named
               Humber
               came
               :
            
             
               On
               coasts
               of
               Albany
               arriued
               he
               ,
            
             
               In
               hope
               to
               be
               the
               King
               of
               Britanie
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               by
               report
               of
               subiects
               I
               did
               heare
            
             
               How
               foe-men
               were
               arriued
               on
               my
               shore
               ,
            
             
               I
               gathered
               all
               my
               souldiers
               void
               of
               feare
               ,
            
             
               And
               backe
               the
               Hunnes
               by
               force
               and
               might
               I
               bore
               .
            
             
               But
               in
               this
               battell
               was
               I
               hurt
               so
               sore
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               the
               field
               of
               deadly
               wounds
               I
               dide
               ,
            
             
               My
               souldiers
               lost
               their
               noble
               Prince
               and
               guide
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               was
               my
               fate
               to
               venture
               on
               so
               bold
               ,
            
             
               My
               rashnesse
               was
               the
               cause
               of
               all
               my
               woe
               :
            
             
               Such
               is
               of
               all
               our
               glorie
               vaine
               the
               hold
               ,
            
             
               So
               soone
               we
               pompe
               and
               pleasures
               all
               forgo
               ,
            
             
               So
               quickly
               are
               we
               reft
               our
               kingdomes
               fro
               :
            
             
               And
               such
               is
               all
               the
               cast
               of
               Fortunes
               play
               ,
            
             
               When
               least
               we
               thinke
               ,
               to
               cut
               vs
               quite
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               deem'd
               myselfe
               an
               heauenly
               happie
               wight
               ,
            
             
               When
               once
               I
               had
               my
               part
               to
               raigne
               within
               :
            
             
               But
               see
               the
               chance
               what
               hap
               did
               after
               light
               ,
            
             
               Or
               I
               could
               scarce
               t'
               inioy
               my
               glee
               begin
               .
            
             
               This
               Hunne
               did
               seeke
               from
               me
               my
               Realme
               to
               win
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               his
               will
               :
               O
               flattering
               fortune
               ,
               fie
               ,
            
             
               What
               meanest
               thou
               to
               make
               thy selfe
               so
               slie
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               You
               worthie
               warriers
               by
               my
               fall
               beware
               ,
            
             
               Let
               wisdome
               worke
               ,
               lay
               rashnesse
               all
               apart
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               with
               enemies
               you
               encountred
               are
               ,
            
             
               You
               must
               endeuour
               all
               your
               skilfull
               art
            
             
               By
               wittie
               wiles
               ,
               with
               force
               to
               make
               your
               mart
               .
            
             
               Wit
               nought
               auailes
               late
               bought
               with
               care
               and
               cost
               ,
            
             
               Too
               late
               it
               comes
               when
               life
               and
               all
               is
               lost
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             HVMBER
             THE
             KING
             OF
             Hunnes
             minding
             to
             conquer
             Britaine
             ,
             was
             
               drowned
               in
               the
               arme
               of
               sea
               now
               called
            
             Humber
             ,
             
               about
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             1085.
             
          
           
             
               THough
               yet
               no
               forren
               Princes
               in
               this
               place
            
             
               Haue
               come
               to
               tell
               their
               haplesse
               great
               mishap
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               giue
               me
               leaue
               a
               while
               to
               pleade
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               shew
               how
               I
               slipt
               out
               of
               fortunes
               lap
               .
            
             
               Perchance
               some
               other
               will
               eschew
               the
               trap
            
             
               Wherein
               I
               fell
               ,
               and
               both
               themselues
               beware
               ,
            
             
               And
               also
               seeke
               the
               lesse
               their
               countries
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               that
               Humber
               King
               of
               Hunnes
               ,
               that
               came
            
             
               To
               win
               this
               Iland
               ,
               from
               the
               Britaine
               's
               fell
               :
            
             
               Was
               drown'd
               in
               Humber
               ,
               where
               I
               left
               my
               name
               .
            
             
               A
               iust
               reward
               for
               him
               that
               liu'd
               so
               well
            
             
               At
               home
               ,
               and
               yet
               thought
               others
               to
               expell
            
             
               Both
               from
               their
               Realme
               or
               right
               :
               well
               seru'd
               was
               I
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               ambition
               thought
               to
               elime
               so
               hie
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               must
               blame
               report
               ,
               the
               chiefest
               cause
            
             
               Of
               my
               decay
               :
               beware
               of
               rash
               report
               :
            
             
               'T
               is
               wisdome
               first
               to
               take
               a
               while
               a
               pause
               ,
            
             
               Before
               to
               dint
               of
               dangers
               you
               resort
               :
            
             
               Lest
               when
               you
               come
               in
               haste
               to
               scale
               the
               fort
               ,
            
             
               By
               rash
               assault
               some
               engine
               ,
               shaft
               or
               fire
            
             
               Dispatch
               you
               quite
               ,
               or
               make
               you
               soone
               retire
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               vnto
               me
               the
               rumours
               daily
               flew
               ,
            
             
               That
               heere
               a
               noble
               Iland
               might
               be
               won
               :
            
             
               The
               King
               was
               dead
               :
               no
               warres
               the
               people
               knew
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               themselues
               to
               striue
               at
               home
               begon
               ,
            
             
               It
               were
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               a
               noble
               act
               well
               don
            
             
               To
               win
               it
               then
               :
               and
               therewithall
               did
               make
            
             
               Prouision
               good
               ,
               this
               famous
               I
               le
               to
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               warlike
               regall
               campe
               prouided
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               ships
               ,
               and
               victuall
               ,
               for
               my
               Hunnes
               and
               me
               ,
            
             
               By
               sea
               to
               Britaine
               conquest
               for
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               If
               Gods
               thereto
               or
               heauenly
               starres
               agree
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               we
               came
               to
               shores
               of
               Albany
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               to
               fight
               ,
               with
               Britans
               ,
               pitch'd
               our
               field
               ,
            
             
               In
               hope
               to
               make
               them
               flinch
               ,
               flie
               ,
               fall
               ,
               or
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               met
               vs
               ,
               long
               we
               fiercely
               fought
               it
               out
               ,
            
             
               And
               doubtfull
               was
               the
               victours
               part
               of
               twaine
               :
            
             
               Till
               with
               my
               Hunnes
               ,
               I
               rusht
               among
               the
               rout
               ,
            
             
               And
               fought
               till
               that
               King
               Albanact
               was
               slaine
               .
            
             
               Then
               they
               to
               yeeld
               or
               pardon
               craue
               were
               faine
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               with
               triumphes
               great
               receiu'd
               the
               pray
               ,
            
             
               And
               marched
               forward
               ,
               flesht
               with
               such
               a
               fray
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               past
               an
               arme
               of
               sea
               ,
               that
               would
               to
               God
            
             
               I
               neuer
               had
               bin
               halfe
               so
               bold
               at
               first
               ,
            
             
               I
               made
               ,
               to
               beate
               my selfe
               withall
               ,
               a
               rod
               ,
            
             
               When
               so
               without
               their
               Realme
               I
               venture
               durst
               .
            
             
               But
               marke
               my
               tale
               ,
               thou
               heard'st
               not
               yet
               the
               worst
               :
            
             
               As
               sure
               I
               thought
               the
               rest
               to
               circumuent
               ,
            
             
               By
               spies
               before
               ,
               they
               knew
               my
               whole
               intent
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               or
               I
               wist
               ,
               when
               I
               was
               come
               to
               land
               ,
            
             
               Not
               farre
               from
               shore
               two
               Princes
               were
               prepar'd
            
             
               Their
               scouts
               conueyed
               away
               my
               ships
               they
               fand
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               shipmens
               flesh
               they
               nothing
               spar'd
               .
            
             
               To
               rescue
               which
               ,
               as
               backe
               againe
               I
               far'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               armies
               twaine
               were
               at
               my
               heeles
               behinde
               ,
            
             
               So
               closde
               me
               in
               ,
               I
               wist
               no
               way
               to
               winde
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               On
               th'
               East
               Loerinus
               with
               an
               armie
               great
               ,
            
             
               By
               West
               was
               Cambre
               with
               another
               band
               :
            
             
               By
               North
               an
               arme
               of
               sea
               the
               shores
               did
               beat
               ,
            
             
               Which
               compast
               me
               and
               mine
               within
               their
               land
               ,
            
             
               No
               way
               to
               scape
               was
               there
               but
               Water
               fand
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               must
               taste
               ,
               or
               else
               the
               sword
               of
               those
            
             
               Which
               were
               to
               me
               and
               mine
               full
               deadly
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               I
               saw
               the
               best
               of
               all
               mine
               hoste
            
             
               Beat
               downe
               with
               bats
               ,
               shot
               ,
               slaine
               ,
               or
               forst
               to
               swim
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               was
               faine
               likewise
               to
               flie
               the
               coast
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               rest
               the
               waters
               entred
               in
               .
            
             
               A
               simple
               shift
               for
               Princes
               to
               begin
               .
            
             
               Yet
               farre
               I
               deem'd
               it
               better
               so
               to
               die
            
             
               Then
               at
               my
               foe-mens
               feetan
               abiectlie
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               I
               thus
               had
               swam
               with
               hope
               to
               scape
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               might
               wend
               the
               water
               waues
               to
               passe
               :
            
             
               The
               Britans
               that
               before
               my
               ships
               had
               gate
            
             
               Gan
               watch
               me
               ,
               where
               amidst
               the
               surge
               I
               was
               .
            
             
               Then
               with
               my
               boats
               they
               rowde
               to
               me
               (
               alas
               )
            
             
               And
               all
               they
               cri'd
               keep
               Humber
               ,
               keepe
               their
               King
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               our
               Prince
               ,
               we
               may
               the
               traytor
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               with
               my
               boats
               beset
               ,
               poore
               Humber
               I
            
             
               Wist
               no
               refuge
               ,
               my
               wearie
               armes
               did
               ake
               ,
            
             
               My
               breath
               was
               short
               ,
               I
               had
               no
               power
               to
               crie
               ,
            
             
               Or
               place
               to
               stand
               ,
               while
               I
               my
               plaint
               might
               make
               .
            
             
               The
               water
               colde
               made
               all
               my
               ioynts
               to
               shake
               ,
            
             
               My
               heart
               did
               beat
               with
               sorow
               ,
               griefe
               ,
               and
               paine
               ,
            
             
               And
               downe
               my
               cheeks
               ,
               salt
               tears
               they
               gusht
               amain
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               must
               thou
               yeeld
               ,
               and
               shall
               thy
               boats
               betray
            
             
               Thy selfe
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               no
               mercie
               Britans
               haue
               :
            
             
               O
               would
               to
               God
               I
               might
               escape
               away
               ,
            
             
               I
               wot
               not
               yet
               if
               pardon
               I
               may
               craue
               ,
            
             
               Although
               my
               deeds
               deserue
               no
               life
               to
               haue
               .
            
             
               I
               will
               ,
               I
               nill
               ,
               death
               ,
               bondage
               ,
               beast
               am
               I
            
             
               In
               waters
               thus
               ,
               in
               forren
               soile
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               that
               I
               clapt
               my
               quauering
               hands
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               And
               held
               them
               vp
               to
               heauen
               ,
               and
               thus
               I
               said
               :
            
             
               O
               Gods
               that
               know
               the
               paines
               that
               I
               haue
               bode
               ,
            
             
               And
               iust
               reuengement
               of
               my
               rashnes
               paid
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               the
               death
               of
               Albanact
               betraid
            
             
               By
               me
               and
               mine
               ,
               I
               yeeld
               my
               life
               therefore
            
             
               Content
               to
               die
               ,
               and
               neuer
               greeue
               yee
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               straight
               not
               opening
               of
               my
               hands
               ,
               I
               bowde
            
             
               My selfe
               ,
               and
               set
               my
               head
               my
               armes
               betweene
               :
            
             
               And
               downe
               I
               sprang
               with
               all
               the
               force
               I
               could
               ,
            
             
               So
               duckt
               ,
               that
               neither
               head
               nor
               foot
               were
               seene
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               saw
               my
               foes
               againe
               I
               weene
               ,
            
             
               There
               was
               I
               drown'd
               :
               the
               Britans
               ,
               to
               my
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               call
               that
               arme
               of
               sea
               by
               Humbers
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               Take
               heed
               by
               me
               ,
               let
               my
               presumption
               serue
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               my
               folly
               ,
               fall
               ,
               and
               rashnesse
               ,
               be
            
             
               A
               glasse
               wherein
               to
               see
               if
               thou
               do
               swerue
               :
            
             
               Thou
               mai'st
               thy selfe
               perceiue
               somewhat
               by
               me
               .
            
             
               Let
               neither
               trust
               ,
               nor
               treason
               ,
               traine
               forth
               ye
               ,
            
             
               But
               be
               content
               with
               thine
               estate
               ,
               so
               shall
            
             
               No
               wrath
               of
               God
               ,
               procure
               thy
               haplesse
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               thou
               be
               forren
               ,
               bide
               within
               thy
               soile
            
             
               That
               God
               hath
               giuen
               to
               thee
               and
               thine
               to
               hold
               :
            
             
               If
               thou
               oppression
               meane
               ,
               beware
               the
               foile
               ,
            
             
               Beare
               not
               thy selfe
               of
               thee
               or
               thine
               too
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Or
               of
               the
               feats
               thy
               elders
               did
               of
               old
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               is
               iust
               ,
               iniustice
               will
               not
               thriue
               :
            
             
               He
               plagues
               the
               proud
               ,
               preserues
               the
               good
               aliue
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             LOCRINVS
             the
             eldest
             son
             of
             Brutus
             liued
             vitiously
             ,
             
               and
               was
               slaine
               in
               battell
               by
               his
               wife
               ,
               Queene
               Guendoline
               ,
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
               ,
            
             1064.
             
          
           
             
               IF
               euer
               any
               noble
               Prince
               might
               rue
            
             
               My
               haplesse
               deeds
               of
               yore
               ,
               the
               same
               may
               I
               ,
            
             
               That
               would
               to
               God
               it
               were
               not
               farre
               too
               true
               ,
            
             
               Or
               that
               I
               iustly
               could
               my
               faults
               denie
               .
            
             
               *
               The
               truth
               of
               things
               the
               end
               ,
               or
               time
               ,
               doth
               trie
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               by
               me
               is
               seene
               :
               my
               haplesse
               fall
            
             
               Declares
               whence
               came
               my
               great
               misfortunes
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               Locrinus
               ,
               second
               Britaine
               King
               ,
            
             
               The
               eldest
               sonne
               of
               him
               that
               found
               this
               land
               :
            
             
               Whose
               death
               ,
               to
               me
               my
               mischiefes
               all
               did
               bring
               ,
            
             
               And
               caus'd
               why
               first
               I
               tooke
               my
               death
               in
               hand
               .
            
             
               He
               chiefely
               wil'd
               me
               when
               he
               gaue
               this
               land
            
             
               I
               should
               be
               rul'd
               ,
               by
               all
               his
               Counsels
               will
               ,
            
             
               And
               vse
               their
               iudgements
               in
               my
               dealings
               still
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               do
               I
               accuse
               my
               fathers
               hest
               ,
            
             
               What
               meane
               I
               heere
               th'
               unfaultie
               for
               to
               blame
               ?
            
             
               All
               he
               commanded
               euen
               was
               for
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               Though
               in
               effect
               ,
               of
               best
               the
               worst
               became
               .
            
             
               So
               things
               oft
               times
               well
               ment
               ,
               vnfitly
               frame
               ,
            
             
               So
               often
               times
               the
               counsell
               of
               our
               frend
            
             
               Apparent
               good
               ,
               falles
               faultie
               in
               the
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               he
               wisht
               ,
               I
               vsde
               his
               Counsels
               aide
               ,
            
             
               In
               each
               thing
               that
               I
               deem'd
               was
               good
               for
               me
               :
            
             
               I
               neuer
               ought
               that
               they
               desir'd
               ,
               denaide
               ,
            
             
               But
               did
               to
               all
               their
               minds
               and
               hests
               agree
               .
            
             
               And
               Corinaeus
               saw
               my
               heart
               so
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               By
               diuers
               meanes
               he
               sought
               the
               match
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               my
               wife
               I
               might
               his
               daughter
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               So
               I
               that
               wist
               not
               then
               what
               mariage
               ment
               ,
            
             
               Did
               straight
               agree
               his
               Guendoline
               to
               haue
               :
            
             
               Yet
               afterward
               suspecting
               his
               intent
               ,
            
             
               My
               friends
               to
               me
               this
               point
               of
               counsell
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               That
               *
               whoso
               doth
               of
               Prince
               alliance
               craue
               ,
            
             
               He
               meanes
               thereby
               to
               worke
               some
               point
               of
               ill
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               to
               frame
               the
               Prince
               vnto
               his
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
               It
               may
               well
               be
               he
               ment
               no
               ill
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               But
               *
               wise
               men
               alwaies
               vse
               to
               dread
               the
               worst
               .
            
             
               And
               sith
               it
               was
               the
               fountaine
               of
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               the
               spring
               of
               all
               my
               sorowes
               burst
               ,
            
             
               I
               may
               well
               thinke
               was
               some
               of
               vs
               accurst
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               *
               the
               end
               doth
               alwaies
               proue
               the
               fact
               :
            
             
               By
               end
               we
               iudge
               the
               meaning
               of
               the
               act
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               made
               no
               haste
               to
               wed
               my
               spoused
               wife
               ,
            
             
               I
               wist
               I
               could
               (
               as
               yet
               )
               without
               her
               bide
               :
            
             
               I
               had
               not
               tasted
               ioyes
               of
               trained
               life
               ,
            
             
               I
               deem'd
               them
               fooles
               by
               Cupids
               dart
               that
               dide
               .
            
             
               I
               Venus
               vile
               and
               all
               her
               feats
               defide
               ,
            
             
               I
               liu'd
               at
               rest
               ,
               and
               rul'd
               my
               land
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               That
               men
               delighted
               of
               my
               facts
               to
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               brethren
               eke
               long
               weilded
               well
               their
               parts
               ,
            
             
               We
               fear'd
               no
               foes
               ,
               we
               thought
               our
               state
               would
               stand
               :
            
             
               We
               gaue
               our selues
               to
               learned
               skilfull
               arts
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               we
               either
               fruite
               ,
               or
               pleasure
               fand
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               enioyd
               too
               fine
               a
               fertile
               land
               ,
            
             
               That
               few
               in
               earth
               might
               with
               our
               states
               compare
               ,
            
             
               We
               liu'd
               so
               void
               of
               noisome
               carke
               and
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               see
               the
               chance
               :
               when
               least
               we
               thought
               of
               ill
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               esteem'd
               our
               state
               to
               be
               most
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Then
               came
               a
               flaw
               to
               bridle
               all
               our
               will
               ,
            
             
               For
               strangers
               farre
               gan
               vs
               to
               warre
               procure
               .
            
             
               And
               euen
               when
               first
               ,
               they
               put
               their
               pranke
               in
               vre
               ,
            
             
               On
               Albaine
               shores
               my
               brother
               there
               they
               slew
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               death
               we
               after
               made
               the
               Hunnes
               to
               rue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               he
               was
               dead
               they
               hop'd
               to
               winne
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               ouer
               Aby
               streame
               with
               hast
               did
               hie
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               ,
               and
               eke
               my
               brother
               Camber
               ,
               drest
            
             
               Our
               armies
               straight
               ,
               and
               came
               their
               force
               to
               trie
               .
            
             
               We
               brake
               their
               raies
               ,
               and
               forc'd
               the
               King
               to
               flie
            
             
               Into
               the
               arme
               of
               sea
               they
               ouer
               came
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Humber
               drownde
               the
               waters
               tooke
               their
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               either
               slew
               ,
               or
               tooke
               them
               captiues
               all
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               which
               (
               O
               mischiefe
               great
               to
               tell
               !
               )
            
             
               The
               Gods
               to
               worke
               mine
               ouerthrow
               and
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Sent
               Ladies
               three
               ,
               whose
               beauties
               did
               excell
               .
            
             
               Of
               which
               ,
               because
               I
               liked
               one
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               I
               tooke
               her
               straight
               ,
               nor
               she
               did
               ought
               denie
               ,
            
             
               But
               ech
               thing
               granted
               so
               she
               might
               not
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               Humber
               we
               this
               hatefull
               hungrie
               King
               ,
            
             
               In
               Humber
               drencht
               ,
               and
               him
               depriu'd
               of
               pride
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               his
               louely
               Ladies
               he
               did
               bring
            
             
               He
               lost
               the
               pray
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               men
               beside
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               the
               spoiles
               of
               all
               his
               host
               diuide
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               that
               thought
               I
               had
               the
               greatest
               share
               ,
            
             
               Had
               caught
               the
               cause
               of
               all
               my
               wofull
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               cal'd
               this
               Ladie
               ,
               Elstride
               ,
               whom
               I
               tooke
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               beautie
               braue
               did
               so
               my
               wits
               confound
               ,
            
             
               That
               for
               her
               sake
               my
               promise
               I
               forsooke
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               I
               was
               to
               Guendoline
               first
               bound
               .
            
             
               Me
               thought
               no
               Ladie
               else
               so
               high
               renound
            
             
               That
               might
               haue
               causde
               me
               change
               my
               conflate
               minde
               ,
            
             
               So
               was
               I
               caught
               by
               snares
               of
               Cupid
               blinde
               .
            
          
           
             
               Was
               neuer
               none
               before
               so
               li'kd
               mine
               eye
               ,
            
             
               I
               lou'd
               her
               more
               then
               I
               could
               loue
               my
               life
               :
            
             
               Her
               absence
               still
               me
               thought
               did
               cause
               me
               dye
               ,
            
             
               I
               surely
               ment
               to
               take
               her
               for
               my
               wife
               .
            
             
               But
               see
               how
               beautie
               breedeth
               deadly
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Loe
               here
               began
               my
               whole
               confusion
               ,
               here
            
             
               Sprang
               out
               the
               shaft
               from
               whence
               this
               wound
               I
               beare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               Corinaeus
               had
               no
               sooner
               heard
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               did
               meane
               his
               daughter
               to
               forsake
               ,
            
             
               But
               straight
               as
               one
               that
               did
               nought
               else
               regard
               ,
            
             
               In
               hast
               his
               voyage
               towards
               me
               did
               take
               .
            
             
               Where
               he
               declar'd
               what
               promise
               I
               did
               make
               ,
            
             
               From
               which
               he
               said
               if
               once
               I
               sought
               to
               slide
               ,
            
             
               It
               would
               by
               dint
               of
               sword
               ,
               and
               blood
               ,
               be
               tride
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               if
               I
               would
               her
               take
               ,
               as
               erst
               I
               said
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               this
               stranger
               chuse
               against
               his
               minde
               ,
            
             
               His
               helpe
               he
               promist
               at
               each
               time
               ,
               and
               aide
            
             
               To
               be
               so
               readie
               ,
               as
               I
               wisht
               to
               finde
               .
            
             
               He
               further
               said
               my
               countrey
               did
               me
               binde
               ,
            
             
               To
               take
               such
               one
               as
               all
               my
               subiects
               knew
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               strangers
               to
               their
               foes
               are
               seldome
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               waide
               his
               words
               ,
               and
               thought
               he
               wisht
               me
               well
               ,
            
             
               But
               yet
               because
               his
               stock
               should
               gaine
               thereby
               ,
            
             
               I
               reckt
               them
               lesse
               :
               and
               yet
               the
               truth
               to
               tell
               ,
            
             
               I
               durst
               not
               dare
               my
               promise
               made
               denie
               .
            
             
               For
               well
               I
               wist
               if
               once
               it
               came
               to
               trie
               ,
            
             
               It
               would
               both
               weaken
               all
               this
               noble
               land
               ,
            
             
               And
               doubtfull
               be
               who
               should
               haue
               th'
               vpper
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               needes
               perforce
               I
               must
               his
               daughter
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               must
               leaue
               off
               to
               loue
               where
               I
               delight
               :
            
             
               I
               was
               constraind
               ,
               contented
               to
               forsake
            
             
               The
               forme
               that
               most
               did
               captiuate
               my
               sight
               .
            
             
               What
               luck
               had
               I
               on
               such
               a
               lot
               to
               light
               ?
            
             
               What
               ment
               you
               Gods
               that
               me
               such
               fortune
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               To
               cast
               my
               minde
               on
               her
               I
               might
               not
               haue
               ?
            
          
           
             
               To
               short
               my
               tale
               :
               his
               Guendoline
               I
               tooke
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               content
               against
               my
               will
               :
               what
               then
               ?
            
             
               Nor
               quite
               for
               this
               mine
               Elstride
               I
               forsooke
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               I
               wrought
               by
               skill
               of
               cunning
               men
            
             
               A
               Vault
               along
               vnder
               the
               ground
               ,
               a
               den
            
             
               Her
               companie
               wherein
               I
               vsed
               still
               ,
            
             
               There
               we
               accomplisht
               our
               vnhappie
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               There
               I
               begat
               my
               Sabrine
               sillie
               childe
               ,
            
             
               That
               virgin
               small
               ,
               mine
               Elstride
               bare
               to
               me
               :
            
             
               Thus
               I
               my
               wife
               full
               often
               times
               beguilde
               ,
            
             
               Which
               afterward
               did
               beare
               a
               sonne
               to
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Nam'd
               Madan
               :
               yet
               we
               neuer
               could
               agree
               .
            
             
               And
               he
               that
               was
               the
               cause
               she
               was
               my
               Bride
               ,
            
             
               The
               while
               ,
               her
               father
               Corinaeus
               dide
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               when
               I
               heard
               ,
               I
               had
               my
               hearts
               desire
               ,
            
             
               I
               crau'd
               no
               more
               ,
               there
               was
               my
               end
               of
               griefe
               :
            
             
               At
               least
               I
               thought
               to
               quench
               Cupidoes
               fire
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               to
               worke
               my
               lusting
               loues
               reliefe
               ,
            
             
               I
               ment
               no
               more
               to
               stcale
               it
               like
               a
               thiefe
               :
            
             
               But
               married
               Elstride
               ,
               whom
               I
               lou'd
               as
               life
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               her
               sake
               I
               put
               away
               my
               wife
               .
            
          
           
             
               Likewise
               my
               Elstride
               I
               as
               Queene
               ordain'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               tooke
               her
               as
               my
               lawfull
               wife
               by
               right
               :
            
             
               But
               Guendoline
               that
               saw
               her selfe
               disdain'd
               ,
            
             
               Straight
               fled
               ,
               and
               mou'd
               the
               Cornish
               men
               to
               fight
               .
            
             
               To
               them
               when
               she
               declar'd
               her
               piteous
               plight
               ,
            
             
               In
               hast
               they
               raisd
               an
               armie
               ,
               for
               to
               be
            
             
               Reuengers
               of
               my
               new
               made
               Queene
               and
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               I
               likewise
               an
               armie
               did
               prepare
               ,
            
             
               I
               thought
               to
               quaile
               their
               courage
               all
               by
               force
               :
            
             
               But
               to
               my
               cost
               I
               found
               too
               late
               beware
               .
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               strength
               in
               armour
               :
               men
               ,
               ne
               horse
            
             
               Can
               vaile
               ,
               if
               Ioue
               on
               wronged
               take
               remorce
               .
            
             
               Sith
               he
               on
               whom
               the
               deadly
               dart
               doth
               light
               ,
            
             
               Can
               neuer
               scape
               ,
               by
               ransome
               ,
               friend
               ,
               or
               flight
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               our
               armies
               met
               nigh
               Habrine
               streame
               ,
            
             
               The
               trumpets
               blew
               and
               I
               denide
               the
               peace
               :
            
             
               I
               minded
               to
               expell
               them
               all
               the
               Realme
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               to
               make
               them
               euer
               after
               cease
               .
            
             
               And
               they
               ,
               except
               I
               Elstride
               would
               release
            
             
               (
               They
               said
               )
               and
               take
               my
               Guendoline
               againe
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               reuenge
               the
               wrong
               or
               else
               be
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               On
               this
               we
               met
               ,
               and
               valiantly
               we
               fought
            
             
               On
               either
               side
               ,
               and
               neither
               part
               did
               yeeld
               :
            
             
               So
               equally
               they
               fell
               it
               was
               great
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               Which
               part
               should
               haue
               the
               better
               of
               the
               field
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               too
               bold
               rusht
               in
               with
               sword
               and
               shield
               ,
            
             
               To
               breake
               their
               raies
               ,
               so
               hastie
               men
               get
               smart
               ,
            
             
               An
               arrow
               came
               ,
               and
               stroke
               me
               to
               the
               heart
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               was
               I
               brought
               to
               bale
               ,
               vnhappie
               ,
               there
               ,
            
             
               My
               bodie
               pierst
               that
               wicked
               life
               had
               led
               :
            
             
               When
               I
               had
               raigned
               all
               out
               twentie
               yeare
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               my
               corps
               with
               many
               pleasures
               fed
               ,
            
             
               The
               earth
               receiu'd
               my
               corps
               as
               cold
               as
               led
               .
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               pompe
               ,
               my
               princely
               troupe
               and
               traine
               ,
            
             
               On
               earth
               no
               more
               shall
               see
               their
               Prince
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               all
               estates
               let
               this
               for
               wedlocke
               serue
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               of
               change
               ,
               it
               will
               not
               hold
               out
               long
               .
            
             
               For
               *
               who
               so
               mindeth
               from
               his
               mate
               to
               swerue
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               sure
               at
               length
               receiue
               reuenge
               for
               wrong
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               folly
               fight
               with
               God
               ,
               h
               'is
               farre
               too
               strong
               .
            
             
               For
               though
               yee
               colour
               all
               with
               coat
               of
               right
               ,
            
             
               No
               false
               deceit
               deceiues
               or
               dimmes
               his
               sight
               ,
            
             
               He
               guides
               the
               good
               ,
               and
               wrekes
               the
               wrongs
               of
               might
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             QVEENE
             ELSTRIDE
             ,
             THE
             Concubine
             and
             second
             wife
             of
             King
             Locrinus
             ,
             was
             miserablie
             drowned
             by
             Queene
             Guendoline
             ,
             the
             yeere
             before
             Christ
             ,
             1064.
             
          
           
             
               ANd
               must
               I
               needs
               my selfe
               recite
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Poore
               Princesse
               I
               ?
               must
               I
               declare
               my
               fate
               ?
            
             
               Must
               I
               the
               first
               of
               Queenes
               amongst
               vs
               all
               ,
            
             
               Shew
               how
               I
               thrice
               fell
               from
               my
               princely
               state
               ?
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               loftie
               seate
               on
               which
               I
               sate
               ?
            
             
               If
               needs
               I
               must
               ,
               then
               well
               content
               ,
               I
               will
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               here
               my
               place
               in
               vaine
               I
               seeme
               to
               fill
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               am
               that
               Elstride
               whom
               Locrinus
               lou'd
               ,
            
             
               A
               Prince
               his
               daughter
               ,
               came
               from
               Germanes
               land
               .
            
             
               My
               fame
               of
               beautie
               many
               Princes
               mou'd
            
             
               To
               sue
               for
               grace
               ,
               and
               fauour
               at
               my
               hand
               .
            
             
               Which
               bruite
               once
               blowne
               abroad
               in
               euery
               land
               ,
            
             
               One
               Humber
               King
               of
               Hunnes
               with
               all
               his
               traine
               ,
            
             
               To
               come
               to
               me
               a
               suiter
               ,
               was
               full
               faine
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               need
               I
               tell
               the
               gifts
               to
               me
               he
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               Or
               shew
               his
               suite
               ,
               or
               promise
               he
               me
               plight
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               well
               you
               know
               a
               Prince
               need
               nothing
               craue
               ,
            
             
               May
               nigh
               command
               each
               thing
               as
               t
               were
               his
               right
               ?
            
             
               For
               *
               as
               the
               fowle
               before
               the
               Eagles
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               so
               we
               fall
               ,
               submit
               ,
               and
               yeeld
               vs
               still
            
             
               At
               Prince
               his
               call
               ,
               obeysant
               to
               his
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               that
               time
               the
               Hunnes
               full
               mightie
               were
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               encrease
               by
               martiall
               feats
               of
               warre
               :
            
             
               Therefore
               our
               Germane
               Kings
               agast
               ,
               did
               beare
            
             
               Them
               greater
               fauour
               ,
               then
               was
               need
               by
               farre
               .
            
             
               My
               father
               durst
               not
               Humbers
               hest
               debarre
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               I
               my selfe
               ,
               I
               rather
               was
               content
            
             
               In
               hope
               of
               crowne
               ,
               with
               Humber
               to
               consent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Two
               Princely
               dames
               with
               me
               came
               then
               away
               ,
            
             
               He
               brag'd
               to
               win
               these
               countrie
               parts
               all
               three
               .
            
             
               We
               Ladies
               rather
               were
               this
               Prince
               his
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               promist
               that
               we
               Queenes
               should
               be
               .
            
             
               We
               came
               to
               cost
               ,
               these
               countrey
               coasts
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               he
               on
               whom
               our
               hope
               did
               wholly
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Was
               drown'd
               ,
               nam'd
               Humber
               waters
               ,
               lost
               the
               land
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               you
               heard
               before
               when
               he
               suppos'd
            
             
               He
               had
               won
               all
               ,
               because
               he
               won
               a
               part
               ,
            
             
               Straightway
               he
               was
               againe
               thereof
               depos'd
               ,
            
             
               Constrain'd
               to
               flie
               and
               swim
               for
               life
               poore
               heart
               :
            
             
               Loe
               heere
               the
               cause
               of
               all
               my
               dolefull
               smart
               :
            
             
               This
               noble
               King
               with
               whom
               I
               came
               to
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Was
               dreucht
               ,
               and
               drown'd
               vnto
               my
               grieuous
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               were
               his
               souldiers
               taken
               ,
               slaine
               ,
               or
               spoild
               ,
            
             
               And
               well
               were
               they
               ,
               that
               could
               make
               suite
               for
               life
               .
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               such
               an
               armie
               sooner
               foild
               :
            
             
               O
               wofull
               warre
               ,
               that
               flowd'st
               in
               flouds
               of
               strife
               ,
            
             
               And
               card'st
               not
               whom
               thou
               cut'st
               with
               cruell
               knife
               .
            
             
               So
               ,
               had
               not
               Venus
               fraught
               my
               face
               with
               hue
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               no
               longer
               liu'd
               my
               forme
               to
               rue
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               I
               came
               a
               captiue
               with
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               My
               countenance
               did
               shine
               as
               braue
               as
               Sunne
               ,
            
             
               Ech
               one
               that
               saw
               my
               natiue
               hue
               ,
               were
               prest
            
             
               To
               yeeld
               themselues
               ,
               by
               beames
               of
               beautie
               wonne
               .
            
             
               My
               fame
               straight
               blowne
               ,
               to
               gaze
               on
               me
               they
               runne
               ,
            
             
               And
               said
               I
               past
               ech
               worldly
               wight
               ,
               as
               farre
            
             
               As
               Phoebus
               bright
               excels
               the
               morning
               starre
               .
            
          
           
             
               Like
               as
               you
               see
               in
               night
               ,
               if
               light
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               Straightway
               to
               that
               ech
               man
               directs
               his
               eye
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               among
               my
               captiue
               mates
               that
               were
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               did
               speake
               ,
               or
               make
               my
               plaints
               with
               crie
               ,
            
             
               Then
               all
               on
               me
               they
               stared
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               Bemoning
               of
               my
               fates
               ,
               and
               fortune
               ,
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               had
               bin
               partakers
               of
               my
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               forme
               did
               praise
               my
               plea
               ,
               my
               sighes
               they
               sued
               ,
            
             
               My
               teares
               enti'st
               their
               hearts
               ,
               some
               ruth
               to
               take
               .
            
             
               My
               sobs
               in
               sight
               a
               seemely
               hue
               renew'd
               ,
            
             
               My
               wringing
               hands
               ,
               wan
               suiters
               shift
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               My
               sober
               soothes
               did
               cause
               them
               for
               my
               sake
            
             
               Me
               to
               commend
               ,
               vnto
               their
               noble
               King
               ,
            
             
               Who
               wild
               they
               should
               me
               into
               presence
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               T'
               whom
               when
               I
               came
               ,
               in
               cords
               as
               captiue
               bound
               ,
            
             
               "
               O
               King
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               whose
               power
               we
               feele
               too
               strong
               ,
            
             
               "
               O
               worthie
               wight
               ,
               whose
               fame
               to
               skies
               doth
               sound
               ,
            
             
               "
               Doe
               pitie
               me
               ,
               that
               neuer
               wisht
               thee
               wrong
               .
            
             
               "
               Release
               me
               ,
               one
               ,
               thy
               captiues
               all
               among
               ,
            
             
               "
               Which
               frō
               my
               friends
               ,
               by
               fraud
               am
               brought
               away
               ,
            
             
               "
               A
               Prince
               his
               daughter
               ,
               drown'd
               in
               deepe
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               Now
               as
               thou
               art
               a
               Prince
               thy selfe
               ,
               of
               might
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               maist
               do
               more
               then
               I
               do
               dare
               desire
               :
            
             
               "
               Let
               me
               (
               O
               King
               )
               find
               fauour
               in
               thy
               sight
               ,
            
             
               "
               Asswage
               somewhat
               thy
               deadly
               wrath
               and
               ire
               .
            
             
               "
               No
               part
               of
               knighthood
               t
               is
               for
               to
               require
            
             
               "
               A
               Ladies
               death
               thee
               neuer
               did
               offend
               ,
            
             
               "
               Sith
               that
               thy
               foe
               ,
               hath
               brought
               her
               to
               this
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               But
               let
               me
               rather
               safely
               be
               conuay'd
               ,
            
             
               "
               O
               gratious
               King
               ,
               once
               home
               before
               I
               die
               :
            
             
               "
               Or
               let
               me
               liue
               thy
               simple
               wayting
               maid
               ,
            
             
               "
               If
               it
               may
               please
               thy
               royall
               Maiestie
               .
            
             
               "
               Or
               let
               me
               ransome
               pay
               for
               libertie
               .
            
             
               "
               But
               if
               you
               mind
               reuenge
               of
               vnwraught
               ill
               ,
            
             
               "
               Why
               spare
               you
               Britaines
               my
               deare
               blood
               to
               spill
               ?
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               the
               King
               :
               Good
               Ladie
               faire
               ,
               what
               i
               st
            
             
               Thou
               canst
               desire
               or
               aske
               but
               must
               obtaine
               ?
            
             
               Eke
               would
               to
               God
               with
               all
               my
               heart
               I
               wist
            
             
               Best
               way
               to
               ease
               thee
               of
               thy
               wofull
               paine
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               thou
               wilt
               ,
               do
               heere
               with
               me
               remaine
               .
            
             
               If
               not
               content
               ,
               conductors
               shalt
               thou
               haue
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               thee
               home
               ,
               and
               what
               thou
               else
               wilt
               crau●
               ▪
            
          
           
             
               "
               O
               King
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               the
               gods
               preserue
               thy
               grace
               ,
            
             
               "
               The
               heauens
               requite
               thy
               mercie
               shew'd
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               all
               the
               starres
               ,
               direct
               thy
               regall
               race
               ,
            
             
               "
               With
               happie
               course
               ,
               long
               length
               of
               yeares
               to
               see
               .
            
             
               "
               The
               earth
               with
               fertill
               fruits
               enrich
               so
               thee
               ,
            
             
               "
               That
               thou
               maist
               still
               like
               Iustice
               heere
               dispose
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               euermore
               treade
               downe
               thy
               deadly
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               noble
               King
               commanded
               to
               vnbind
            
             
               Mine
               armes
               ,
               and
               giue
               me
               libertie
               at
               will.
            
             
               With
               whom
               such
               fauour
               I
               did
               after
               find
               ,
            
             
               That
               as
               his
               Queene
               I
               was
               at
               elbow
               still
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               enioy'd
               all
               pleasures
               at
               my
               fill
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               they
               quite
               had
               quenched
               out
               my
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               forgat
               my
               former
               Fortunes
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Thus
               loe
               by
               fauour
               I
               obtain'd
               my
               suite
               ,
            
             
               So
               had
               my
               beautie
               set
               his
               heart
               on
               fire
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               could
               make
               Locrinus
               euen
               as
               mute
               ,
            
             
               Or
               pleasant
               as
               my
               causes
               did
               require
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               I
               knew
               he
               could
               no
               way
               retire
               ,
            
             
               I
               prai'd
               he
               would
               his
               fauour
               so
               extend
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               might
               not
               be
               blamed
               in
               the
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               if
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               you
               take
               me
               as
               your
               owne
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               my
               loue
               to
               you
               hath
               constant
               beene
               :
            
             
               Then
               let
               your
               loue
               likewise
               againe
               be
               showne
               ,
            
             
               And
               wed
               me
               as
               you
               may
               your
               spoused
               Queene
               .
            
             
               If
               since
               in
               me
               misliking
               you
               haue
               seene
               ,
            
             
               Then
               best
               depart
               betime
               ,
               before
               defame
            
             
               Begin
               to
               take
               from
               Elstride
               her
               good
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               wauering
               heart
               (
               said
               he
               )
               Locrinus
               beares
               ,
            
             
               No
               fained
               flatterie
               shall
               thy
               faith
               deface
               :
            
             
               Thy
               beautie
               ,
               birth
               ,
               fame
               ,
               vertue
               ,
               age
               and
               yeares
               ,
            
             
               Constraineth
               me
               mine
               Elstride
               to
               imbrace
               .
            
             
               I
               must
               of
               force
               ,
               giue
               thy
               requests
               a
               place
               ,
            
             
               For
               as
               they
               do
               with
               reason
               good
               consent
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               so
               I
               grant
               thee
               all
               thy
               whole
               intent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               was
               the
               time
               appointed
               and
               the
               day
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               I
               should
               be
               wedded
               to
               this
               King.
            
             
               But
               in
               this
               case
               ,
               his
               Counsell
               causde
               a
               stay
               ,
            
             
               And
               sought
               out
               meanes
               at
               discord
               vs
               to
               bring
               .
            
             
               Eke
               Corinaeus
               claim'd
               a
               former
               thing
               ,
            
             
               A
               precontract
               was
               made
               and
               full
               accord
            
             
               Between
               his
               daughter
               ,
               and
               my
               soueraigne
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               And
               yet
               the
               King
               did
               giue
               me
               comfort
               still
               ,
            
             
               He
               said
               he
               could
               not
               so
               forsake
               my
               loue
               :
            
             
               He
               euermore
               would
               beare
               me
               all
               good
               will
               ,
            
             
               As
               both
               my
               beautie
               and
               deserts
               did
               moue
               .
            
             
               Yet
               faithlesse
               in
               his
               promise
               he
               did
               proue
               :
            
             
               His
               Counsell
               at
               the
               last
               did
               him
               constraine
            
             
               To
               marrie
               her
               ,
               vnto
               my
               grieuous
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               At
               which
               I
               could
               not
               but
               with
               hate
               repine
               ,
            
             
               It
               vexed
               me
               ,
               his
               mate
               that
               should
               haue
               beene
               :
            
             
               To
               liue
               in
               hate
               a
               Prince
               his
               concubine
               ,
            
             
               That
               euer
               had
               such
               hope
               to
               be
               his
               Queene
               .
            
             
               The
               steps
               of
               state
               are
               full
               of
               woe
               and
               teene
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               we
               thinke
               we
               haue
               obtain'd
               the
               throne
               ,
            
             
               Then
               straight
               our
               pompe
               and
               pride
               is
               quite
               orethrowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               twice
               I
               fell
               from
               hope
               of
               Princely
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               First
               ,
               when
               vnhappie
               Humber
               lost
               his
               life
               :
            
             
               And
               next
               I
               laid
               my
               peacocks
               pride
               adowne
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               could
               not
               be
               King
               Locrinus
               wife
               .
            
             
               But
               oft
               they
               say
               the
               third
               doth
               end
               the
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               haue
               prou'd
               ,
               therefore
               the
               sequell
               view
               ,
            
             
               *
               The
               third
               paies
               home
               ,
               this
               prouerbe
               is
               too
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               could
               not
               refraine
               his
               former
               minde
               ,
            
             
               But
               vsde
               me
               still
               ,
               and
               I
               my
               doubtfull
               yeares
            
             
               Did
               linger
               on
               ,
               I
               knew
               no
               shift
               to
               finde
               ,
            
             
               But
               past
               the
               time
               full
               oft
               with
               mourning
               teares
               .
            
             
               *
               A
               concubine
               is
               neuer
               void
               of
               feares
               ,
            
             
               For
               if
               the
               wife
               her
               at
               aduantage
               take
               ,
            
             
               In
               rage
               reuenge
               with
               death
               she
               seekes
               to
               make
               .
            
          
           
             
               Likewise
               I
               wist
               if
               once
               I
               sought
               to
               flie
               ,
            
             
               Or
               to
               intreat
               the
               King
               depart
               I
               might
               :
            
             
               Then
               would
               he
               straight
               be
               discontent
               with
               me
               .
            
             
               Yea
               if
               I
               were
               pursued
               vpon
               the
               flight
               ,
            
             
               Or
               came
               deflour'd
               into
               my
               fathers
               sight
               ,
            
             
               I
               should
               be
               taken
               ,
               kept
               perforce
               ,
               or
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               Or
               in
               my
               countrey
               liue
               in
               great
               disdaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               such
               a
               plight
               what
               might
               a
               Ladie
               doe
               ,
            
             
               Was
               euer
               Princesse
               poore
               ,
               in
               such
               a
               case
               ?
            
             
               O
               wretched
               wight
               bewrapt
               in
               webs
               of
               woe
               ,
            
             
               That
               still
               in
               dread
               wast
               tost
               from
               place
               to
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               foundest
               meane
               to
               end
               thy
               race
               ,
            
             
               But
               still
               in
               doubt
               of
               death
               in
               carking
               care
            
             
               Didst
               liue
               a
               life
               deuoid
               of
               all
               welfare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               King
               perceiuing
               well
               my
               chaunged
               cheare
               ,
            
             
               To
               ease
               my
               heart
               with
               all
               deuis'd
               deceates
               ,
            
             
               By
               secret
               wayes
               I
               came
               deuoyde
               of
               feare
               ,
            
             
               In
               vaults
               ,
               by
               cunning
               Masons
               craftie
               feates
               .
            
             
               Whereas
               we
               safely
               from
               the
               Queene
               her
               threats
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               the
               King
               and
               I
               ,
               so
               vsde
               our
               art
               ,
            
             
               As
               after
               turn'd
               vs
               both
               to
               paine
               and
               smart
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               him
               I
               had
               my
               Sabrine
               small
               ,
               my
               childe
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               that
               his
               wife
               her
               father
               lost
               .
            
             
               I
               meane
               he
               died
               and
               she
               was
               strayght
               exilde
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               made
               Queene
               vnto
               my
               care
               and
               cost
               .
            
             
               For
               she
               went
               downe
               to
               Cornwall
               strayght
               in
               post
               ,
            
             
               Anc
               caused
               all
               her
               fathers
               men
               to
               rise
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               force
               and
               strength
               they
               might
               deuise
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               King
               and
               hers
               ,
               with
               me
               ,
               gainst
               her
               prepar'd
            
             
               An
               army
               strong
               :
               but
               when
               they
               came
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Dame
               Guendoline
               did
               wax
               at
               length
               too
               hard
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               our
               King
               vs
               both
               deposed
               quight
               .
            
             
               For
               from
               her
               campe
               an
               arrow
               sharp
               did
               light
            
             
               Vpon
               his
               brest
               ,
               and
               made
               him
               leaue
               his
               breath
               :
            
             
               Lo
               thus
               the
               King
               came
               by
               vntimely
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               I
               too
               late
               ,
               began
               in
               vaine
               to
               flye
               ,
            
             
               And
               taken
               was
               presented
               to
               the
               Queene
               :
            
             
               Who
               me
               beheld
               with
               cruell
               Tigers
               eie
               .
            
             
               "
               O
               queane
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               that
               cause
               of
               warres
               hast
               beene
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               deadly
               hate
               ,
               the
               like
               was
               neuer
               seene
               ,
            
             
               "
               Come
               on
               ,
               for
               these
               my
               hands
               shall
               ridde
               thy
               life
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               take
               reuengement
               of
               our
               mortall
               strife
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               I
               longed
               long
               to
               bring
               thee
               to
               this
               day
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               thou
               likewise
               hast
               sought
               to
               suck
               my
               bloud
               :
            
             
               "
               Now
               art
               thou
               taken
               in
               my
               spoiles
               ,
               a
               pray
            
             
               "
               For
               thee
               my
               life
               full
               long
               in
               daunger
               stood
               .
            
             
               "
               I
               will
               both
               teach
               thy selfe
               and
               others
               good
               ,
            
             
               "
               To
               breake
               the
               bands
               of
               faithfull
               wedlocke
               plight
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               giue
               thee
               that
               which
               thou
               deseruest
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               O
               harlot
               whore
               ,
               why
               should
               I
               stay
               my
               hands
               ?
            
             
               "
               O
               paynted
               picture
               ,
               shall
               thy
               lookes
               thee
               saue
               ?
            
             
               "
               Nay
               ,
               bind
               her
               fast
               both
               hand
               and
               foote
               in
               bands
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               let
               her
               some
               straunge
               kinde
               of
               torments
               haue
               .
            
             
               "
               What
               strumpet
               ,
               think'st
               for
               that
               thou
               seemest
               braue
               ,
            
             
               "
               Or
               for
               thy
               teares
               ,
               or
               sighes
               ,
               to
               scape
               my
               sight
               ?
            
             
               "
               My selfe
               will
               rather
               vanquish
               thee
               by
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               rather
               should'st
               my
               vitall
               breath
               depriue
            
             
               Then
               euer
               scape
               ,
               if
               none
               were
               here
               but
               wee
               .
            
             
               But
               now
               I
               will
               not
               file
               my
               hands
               to
               striue
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               to
               touch
               so
               vile
               a
               drab
               as
               she
               .
            
             
               Come
               on
               at
               once
               ,
               and
               bring
               her
               after
               me
               ,
            
             
               With
               hand
               and
               feete
               (
               as
               I
               commaunded
               )
               bound
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               mee
               see
               her
               here
               ,
               as
               Humber
               ,
               drown'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               thousand
               things
               beside
               she
               spake
               in
               rage
               ,
            
             
               While
               that
               a
               caitiffe
               did
               with
               cords
               me
               binde
               .
            
             
               No
               teares
               ,
               nor
               sobs
               ,
               nor
               sighes
               ,
               might
               ought
               asswage
            
             
               The
               ielous
               Queene
               ,
               or
               mollifie
               her
               minde
               .
            
             
               Occasions
               still
               her
               franticke
               head
               did
               finde
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               she
               spake
               her
               eies
               did
               seeme
               as
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Shee
               lookt
               as
               pale
               as
               chalke
               ,
               with
               wrathfull
               ire
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ne
               stood
               she
               still
               ,
               but
               fearcely
               me
               defide
               ,
            
             
               Raung'd
               vp
               and
               downe
               ,
               and
               oft
               her
               palmes
               shee
               strooke
               .
            
             
               Locrinus
               now
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               had
               not
               thus
               dide
               ,
            
             
               If
               such
               an
               harlot
               whore
               he
               had
               not
               tooke
               .
            
             
               And
               therewithall
               shee
               gaue
               a
               Tigers
               looke
               ,
            
             
               That
               made
               me
               quake
               ,
               what
               lettes
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               my
               knife
            
             
               To
               ridde
               this
               whore
               ,
               my
               husbands
               second
               wife
               .
            
             
               H
               'is
               dead
               ,
               I
               liue
               ,
               and
               shall
               I
               saue
               her
               life
               ?
            
          
           
             
               O
               Queene
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               if
               pitie
               none
               remayne
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               be
               slaine
               or
               drown'd
               as
               Humber
               was
               :
            
             
               Then
               take
               thy
               pleasure
               by
               my
               pinching
               payne
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               me
               hence
               as
               thou
               appointest
               passe
               .
            
             
               But
               take
               some
               pitie
               on
               my
               childe
               ,
               alas
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               know'st
               the
               infant
               made
               no
               fault
               but
               hee
            
             
               That
               's
               dead
               ,
               and
               I
               ,
               therefore
               reuenge
               on
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               No
               bastards
               here
               shall
               liue
               to
               dispossesse
            
             
               My
               sonne
               ,
               (
               she
               sayd
               )
               but
               sith
               thou
               soughtest
               same
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               prouide
               for
               her
               a
               kingdome
               lesse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               shall
               hereafter
               euer
               haue
               her
               name
               .
            
             
               Thou
               know'st
               whereof
               the
               name
               of
               Humber
               came
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               so
               Sabrina
               shall
               this
               streame
               bee
               cal'd
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               Sabrine
               me
               ,
               as
               
                 Humber
                 Locrine
              
               thral'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               my
               childe
               was
               Sabrine
               brought
               in
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Who
               when
               she
               saw
               mee
               there
               in
               bandes
               to
               lie
               ,
            
             
               Alas
               (
               she
               cri'd
               )
               what
               meanes
               this
               piteous
               plight
               ?
            
             
               And
               downe
               shee
               fell
               before
               the
               Queene
               ,
               with
               cry
               :
            
             
               O
               Queene
               (
               quoth
               shee
               )
               let
               me
               more
               rather
               die
            
             
               Than
               she
               that
               's
               guiltlesse
               should
               :
               for
               why
               ,
               thy
               king
            
             
               Did
               as
               his
               captiue
               her
               to
               leaudnes
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               when
               I
               saw
               the
               kindnes
               of
               the
               childe
               ,
            
             
               It
               burst
               my
               heart
               much
               more
               then
               doome
               of
               death
               :
            
             
               Poore
               little
               lambe
               ,
               with
               countenance
               how
               milde
            
             
               See
               pleaded
               still
               :
               and
               I
               for
               want
               of
               breath
               ,
            
             
               (
               With
               woefull
               teares
               that
               lay
               her
               feete
               beneath
               )
            
             
               Could
               not
               put
               foorth
               a
               word
               our
               liues
               to
               saue
               ,
            
             
               Or
               if
               therefore
               I
               might
               a
               kingdome
               haue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Her
               piteous
               plaints
               did
               somwhat
               death
               withdraw
               ,
            
             
               For
               as
               shee
               long
               beheld
               the
               Queene
               with
               teares
               ,
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               shee
               )
               let
               me
               haue
               rigour
               void
               of
               law
               ,
            
             
               In
               whome
               the
               signe
               of
               all
               thy
               wrath
               appeares
               .
            
             
               And
               let
               me
               die
               ,
               my
               fathers
               face
               that
               beares
               .
            
             
               Sith
               he
               is
               dead
               ,
               and
               we
               are
               voide
               of
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Why
               should
               I
               thee
               for
               life
               or
               mercy
               pray
               ?
            
          
           
             
               My
               mother
               may
               to
               Germany
               returne
               ,
            
             
               Where
               shee
               was
               borne
               ,
               and
               if
               it
               please
               thy
               grace
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               may
               well
               lie
               in
               my
               fathers
               tombe
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               wilt
               grant
               his
               childe
               so
               good
               a
               place
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               thou
               think
               my
               bloud
               is
               farre
               too
               bace
               ,
            
             
               (
               Although
               I
               came
               ,
               by
               both
               ,
               of
               princely
               line
               )
            
             
               Then
               let
               me
               haue
               what
               shroud
               thou
               wilt
               assigne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               that
               the
               Queene
               replied
               with
               milder
               cheere
               ,
            
             
               And
               sayd
               the
               childe
               was
               wonderous
               feate
               ,
               and
               wittie
               ▪
            
             
               But
               yet
               shee
               would
               not
               her
               reuenge
               forbeare
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               (
               quoth
               shee
               )
               the
               prouerbe
               sayes
               ,
               *
               that
               pittie
            
             
               Hath
               lewdly
               lost
               full
               many
               a
               noble
               Cittie
               .
            
             
               Here
               Elstride
               now
               I
               le
               wreke
               my
               greefes
               on
               thee
            
             
               To
               die
               ,
               take
               leaue
               ,
               but
               talke
               no
               more
               to
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               my
               leaue
               I
               tooke
               ,
               and
               thus
               I
               sayd
               ,
            
             
               Farewell
               my
               countrey
               Germany
               ,
               farewell
               :
            
             
               Adew
               the
               place
               from
               whence
               I
               was
               conueyd
               .
            
             
               Farewell
               my
               father
               ,
               and
               friends
               there
               dwell
               .
            
             
               My
               Humber
               drown'd
               ,
               as
               I
               shall
               be
               ,
               farewell
               .
            
             
               Adew
               Locrinus
               dead
               for
               thee
               I
               die
               :
            
             
               Would
               God
               my
               corps
               might
               by
               thy
               coffine
               lie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Adew
               my
               pleasures
               past
               ,
               farewell
               ,
               adew
               .
            
             
               Adew
               the
               cares
               and
               sorrowes
               I
               haue
               had
               .
            
             
               Farewell
               my
               friends
               that
               earst
               for
               me
               did
               sue
               ,
            
             
               Adew
               that
               were
               to
               saue
               my
               life
               full
               glad
               .
            
             
               Farewell
               my
               fauning
               friends
               I
               lately
               had
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               my
               beauty
               ,
               cause
               of
               death
               ,
               farewell
               ,
            
             
               As
               oft
               as
               heart
               can
               thinke
               ,
               or
               tongue
               can
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Adew
               you
               heauens
               ,
               my
               mortall
               eyes
               shall
               see
            
             
               No
               more
               your
               lights
               and
               planets
               all
               farewell
               ,
            
             
               And
               chiefly
               Venus
               faire
               that
               paintedst
               me
               ,
            
             
               When
               Mercury
               his
               tale
               to
               me
               did
               tell
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               afterwards
               when
               Mars
               with
               vs
               did
               dwell
               .
            
             
               And
               now
               at
               last
               thou
               cruell
               Mars
               adew
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               dart
               my
               life
               and
               loue
               Locrinus
               slew
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               must
               I
               needes
               depart
               from
               thee
               my
               childe
               ?
            
             
               If
               needs
               I
               must
               ,
               ten
               thousand
               times
               farewell
               :
            
             
               Poore
               little
               lambe
               ,
               thy
               friends
               are
               quite
               exilde
               ?
            
             
               And
               much
               I
               feare
               thou
               shalt
               not
               long
               doe
               well
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               they
               so
               with
               boyling
               rancour
               swell
            
             
               As
               thee
               to
               slea
               which
               neuer
               wroughtest
               ill
               ,
            
             
               How
               can
               they
               stay
               my
               stayned
               corps
               to
               kill
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               that
               ,
               my
               Sabrines
               slender
               armes
               imbrast
            
             
               Me
               round
               ,
               and
               would
               not
               let
               me
               so
               depart
               .
            
             
               Let
               me
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               for
               her
               the
               waters
               tast
               ,
            
             
               Or
               let
               vs
               both
               together
               end
               our
               smart
               .
            
             
               Yea
               rather
               rip
               you
               forth
               my
               tender
               heart
               :
            
             
               What
               should
               I
               liue
               ?
               But
               they
               the
               child
               withdrew
               ,
            
             
               And
               me
               into
               the
               raging
               streame
               they
               threw
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               in
               the
               waters
               as
               I
               striu'd
               to
               swimme
               ,
            
             
               And
               kept
               my
               head
               aboue
               the
               waues
               for
               breath
               :
            
             
               Me
               thought
               I
               saw
               my
               child
               would
               venter
               in
               ,
            
             
               Which
               cri'd
               amaine
               ,
               O
               let
               me
               take
               like
               death
               .
            
             
               The
               waters
               straight
               had
               drawne
               me
               vnderneath
               ,
            
             
               Where
               diuing
               ,
               vp
               at
               length
               againe
               rose
               I
               ,
            
             
               And
               saw
               my
               child
               ,
               and
               cri'd
               farewell
               ,
               I
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               as
               my
               strength
               was
               wasted
               ,
               downe
               I
               went
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               so
               I
               plunged
               twice
               or
               thrice
               yet
               more
               :
            
             
               My
               breath
               departed
               ,
               needs
               I
               must
               relent
               .
            
             
               The
               waters
               pierst
               my
               mouth
               and
               eares
               so
               sore
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               bottome
               with
               such
               force
               me
               bore
               ,
            
             
               That
               life
               ,
               and
               breath
               ,
               and
               mind
               ,
               and
               sense
               was
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               as
               dead
               and
               cold
               as
               marble
               stone
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               thus
               you
               heare
               the
               race
               of
               all
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               I
               past
               the
               pikes
               of
               painfull
               woe
               :
            
             
               How
               twice
               I
               thought
               to
               be
               a
               Princes
               wife
               ,
            
             
               And
               twice
               was
               quite
               depriu'd
               my
               honor
               fro
               ,
            
             
               The
               third
               time
               Queene
               ,
               and
               felt
               foule
               ouerthro
               .
            
             
               Let
               Princely
               Ladies
               view
               mine
               historie
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               haps
               ,
               and
               woes
               ,
               and
               hatefull
               destinie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Bid
               them
               beware
               ,
               lest
               beautie
               them
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               of
               pride
               ,
               for
               haue
               a
               fall
               it
               must
               :
            
             
               And
               bid
               them
               Fortunes
               flatterie
               refuse
               ,
            
             
               Her
               turned
               wheele
               is
               void
               of
               steadie
               trust
               .
            
             
               Who
               reckes
               no
               meane
               ,
               but
               leaueth
               all
               to
               lust
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               find
               my
               words
               as
               true
               as
               I
               them
               tell
               :
            
             
               Bid
               them
               beware
               in
               time
               ,
               I
               wish
               them
               well
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THE
             LADIE
             SAbrine
             ,
             daughter
             of
             King
             Locrinus
             and
             Elstride
             ,
             was
             drowned
             by
             Queene
             Guendoline
             ,
             
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             1064.
             
          
           
             
               BEhold
               me
               Sabrine
               orphane
               erst
               bereft
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               friends
               ,
               by
               cruell
               case
               of
               warre
               :
            
             
               When
               as
               not
               one
               to
               treate
               for
               me
               was
               left
               ,
            
             
               But
               ielousie
               did
               all
               their
               powers
               debarre
               .
            
             
               When
               as
               my
               father
               eke
               was
               slaine
               in
               warre
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               my
               mother
               euen
               before
               my
               sight
            
             
               Was
               drown'd
               to
               death
               ,
               O
               wretch
               in
               wofull
               plight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Trust
               who
               so
               will
               the
               staffe
               of
               high
               estate
               ,
            
             
               And
               bring
               me
               word
               what
               stay
               thereby
               you
               haue
               :
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               if
               Fortune
               once
               displeasure
               take
               ,
            
             
               She
               giues
               the
               foile
               ,
               though
               lookes
               be
               neu'r
               so
               braue
               .
            
             
               *
               T
               is
               wisdome
               when
               you
               winne
               ,
               to
               winne
               to
               saue
               :
            
             
               For
               oft
               who
               trusts
               to
               get
               a
               Prince
               his
               traine
               ,
            
             
               Would
               at
               the
               length
               of
               beggers
               life
               be
               faine
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               might
               the
               Hunne
               erst
               Humber
               well
               haue
               said
               ,
            
             
               And
               this
               my
               mother
               Elstride
               prou'd
               too
               true
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               his
               life
               by
               striuing
               streames
               was
               staid
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               the
               tyrants
               her
               in
               waters
               threw
               .
            
             
               What
               I
               may
               say
               ,
               my selfe
               reports
               to
               you
               ,
            
             
               Which
               had
               more
               terror
               shew'd
               then
               twice
               such
               twaine
               :
            
             
               Giue
               eare
               ,
               and
               iudge
               if
               I
               abode
               no
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               when
               my
               fathers
               corps
               was
               stricken
               downe
            
             
               With
               deadly
               shaft
               ,
               I
               came
               to
               mourne
               and
               see
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               he
               lay
               with
               bleeding
               brest
               in
               sowne
               ,
            
             
               He
               cast
               aside
               his
               watring
               eyes
               on
               me
               .
            
             
               Flie
               ,
               flie
               ,
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               thy
               stepdame
               seekes
               for
               thee
               ,
            
             
               My
               wofull
               child
               :
               what
               flight
               maist
               thou
               to
               take
            
             
               My
               Sabrine
               poore
               ,
               I
               must
               thee
               needs
               forsake
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               See
               heere
               mine
               end
               ,
               behold
               thy
               fathers
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Flie
               hence
               ,
               thy
               stepdame
               seekes
               thy
               staylesse
               life
               :
            
             
               Thy
               mother
               eke
               ere
               this
               is
               wrapt
               in
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               You
               cannot
               scape
               of
               iealous
               griefe
               her
               knife
               .
            
             
               Farewell
               my
               child
               ,
               mine
               Elstride
               and
               my
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Adue
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               I
               may
               no
               longer
               bide
               :
            
             
               And
               euen
               with
               that
               he
               gasped
               breath
               ,
               and
               dide
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               bird
               can
               flie
               ,
               and
               soare
               ,
               if
               stormes
               do
               rage
               ?
            
             
               What
               ship
               can
               saile
               if
               once
               the
               winds
               resist
               ?
            
             
               What
               wight
               is
               that
               can
               force
               of
               warres
               asswage
               ?
            
             
               Or
               else
               what
               warre
               can
               bridle
               fortunes
               list
               ?
            
             
               What
               man
               is
               he
               ,
               that
               dare
               an
               hoast
               resist
               ?
            
             
               What
               woman
               only
               dare
               withstand
               a
               field
               ?
            
             
               If
               not
               ?
               what
               child
               but
               must
               to
               enemies
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               fathers
               souldiers
               fled
               away
               for
               feare
               ,
            
             
               As
               soone
               as
               once
               their
               Captaines
               death
               they
               scand
               :
            
             
               The
               Queene
               proclaim'd
               a
               pardon
               euery
               where
            
             
               To
               those
               would
               yeeld
               and
               craue
               it
               at
               her
               hand
               :
            
             
               Excepting
               such
               as
               did
               her
               aye
               withstand
               .
            
             
               For
               so
               the
               course
               alwaies
               of
               pardons
               goes
            
             
               As
               saues
               the
               souldier
               ,
               and
               entraps
               the
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               wist
               I
               flight
               could
               nothing
               me
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               I
               fear'd
               her
               pardon
               would
               not
               saue
               my
               life
               :
            
             
               The
               storme
               was
               such
               I
               durst
               not
               beare
               a
               faile
               ,
            
             
               I
               durst
               not
               go
               t'
               intreate
               my
               fathers
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Although
               I
               neuer
               was
               the
               cause
               of
               strife
               :
            
             
               For
               iealosie
               ,
               deuoid
               of
               reasons
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               With
               frenzies
               fume
               enragde
               her
               restlesse
               braine
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               see
               the
               chance
               :
               thus
               compast
               round
               with
               feare
            
             
               In
               broiles
               of
               blood
               ,
               as
               in
               the
               field
               I
               stand
               ,
            
             
               I
               wisht
               to
               God
               my
               corps
               were
               any
               where
            
             
               As
               out
               of
               life
               ,
               or
               off
               this
               hatefull
               land
               .
            
             
               No
               sooner
               wisht
               ,
               but
               there
               was
               euen
               at
               hand
            
             
               A
               souldier
               vile
               ,
               in
               haste
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               come
               on
               ,
            
             
               Queene
               Elstride
               will
               before
               thou
               ●●me
               begon
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               rascall
               rude
               ,
               the
               rogue
               ,
               the
               clubfist
               grept
            
             
               My
               slender
               arme
               ,
               and
               plucktme
               on
               in
               hast
               :
            
             
               And
               with
               my
               robes
               the
               bloodie
               ground
               he
               swept
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               drue
               backe
               he
               hal'd
               me
               on
               full
               fast
               .
            
             
               Vnder
               his
               arme
               my
               carefull
               corps
               he
               cast
               .
            
             
               Sith
               that
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               thou
               put'st
               me
               to
               this
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               thereby
               at
               length
               but
               little
               gaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               at
               the
               length
               we
               came
               where
               we
               descri'd
            
             
               A
               number
               huge
               of
               folkes
               about
               the
               Queene
               :
            
             
               As
               when
               you
               see
               some
               wonder
               great
               betide
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               the
               place
               where
               some
               strange
               sight
               hath
               beene
               :
            
             
               So
               might
               you
               there
               the
               people
               standing
               seene
               ,
            
             
               And
               gazed
               all
               when
               as
               they
               see
               me
               brought
               ,
            
             
               Then
               sure
               I
               deem'd
               I
               was
               not
               come
               for
               nought
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               in
               the
               prease
               ,
               some
               praisde
               my
               comely
               face
               ,
            
             
               In
               beautie
               Elstride
               which
               resembled
               right
               :
            
             
               Some
               said
               I
               looked
               like
               my
               fathers
               grace
               ,
            
             
               But
               others
               said
               it
               was
               a
               piteous
               sight
            
             
               I
               should
               so
               die
               :
               the
               Queene
               me
               pardon
               might
               .
            
             
               They
               said
               the
               beast
               me
               bore
               did
               me
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               not
               so
               rudely
               ought
               a
               Princesse
               vse
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               did
               this
               redresse
               my
               wofull
               care
               ,
            
             
               You
               wot
               the
               Commons
               vse
               such
               prouerbs
               still
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               the
               captiues
               poore
               no
               better
               are
               ,
            
             
               It
               rather
               helpes
               their
               pained
               hearts
               to
               kill
               .
            
             
               *
               To
               pitie
               one
               in
               griefe
               doth
               worke
               him
               ill
               .
            
             
               Bemone
               his
               woe
               ,
               and
               cannot
               ease
               his
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               It
               kils
               his
               heart
               ,
               but
               comforts
               none
               at
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               past
               we
               through
               the
               prease
               :
               at
               length
               we
               came
            
             
               Into
               the
               presence
               of
               the
               iealous
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               Who
               nought
               at
               all
               the
               rascall
               rude
               did
               blame
            
             
               That
               bare
               me
               so
               ,
               but
               askt
               if
               I
               had
               seene
            
             
               My
               father
               slaine
               ,
               that
               cause
               thereof
               had
               beene
               .
            
             
               O
               Queene
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               God
               knowes
               my
               whole
               intent
            
             
               Of
               slaughter
               guiltlesse
               :
               I
               am
               innocent
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               that
               I
               saw
               the
               people
               looke
               aside
               ,
            
             
               To
               view
               a
               mourning
               voice
               :
               I
               heard
               thereby
            
             
               It
               was
               my
               wofull
               mother
               by
               that
               cri'd
               ,
            
             
               Lo
               Sabrine
               ,
               bound
               at
               brinke
               of
               death
               I
               lie
               .
            
             
               What
               pen
               ,
               or
               tongue
               ,
               or
               teares
               with
               weeping
               eie
            
             
               Could
               tell
               my
               woes
               ,
               that
               saw
               my
               mother
               bound
            
             
               On
               waters
               shoare
               ,
               wherein
               she
               should
               be
               drown'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               I
               fell
               before
               the
               Queene
               ,
               and
               pray'd
            
             
               For
               mercie
               ,
               but
               with
               fierie
               eyes
               she
               bent
            
             
               Her
               browes
               on
               me
               ,
               out
               bastard
               vile
               (
               she
               said
               )
            
             
               Thou
               wot'st
               not
               yet
               wherefore
               for
               thee
               I
               sent
               .
            
             
               O
               Queene
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               haue
               pitie
               ,
               be
               content
               ,
            
             
               And
               if
               thou
               mind
               of
               mercie
               ought
               to
               show
               ,
            
             
               Drowne
               me
               ,
               and
               let
               my
               mother
               harmelesse
               go
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               ,
               she
               was
               a
               Prince
               his
               daughter
               ,
               borne
            
             
               In
               Germany
               ,
               and
               thence
               was
               brought
               away
            
             
               Perforce
               ,
               by
               Humber
               ,
               who
               by
               warres
               forlorne
            
             
               Thy
               King
               as
               captiue
               tooke
               her
               for
               his
               pray
               :
            
             
               Thou
               maist
               full
               well
               her
               case
               with
               reason
               way
               .
            
             
               What
               could
               she
               do
               ,
               what
               more
               then
               she
               or
               I
            
             
               Thy
               captiues
               now
               ,
               thine
               owne
               to
               liue
               or
               die
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Take
               pitie
               then
               on
               Princely
               race
               ,
               O
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               Haue
               pitie
               ,
               if
               remorce
               may
               ought
               require
               ,
            
             
               Take
               pitie
               on
               a
               captiue
               thrice
               hath
               beene
               ,
            
             
               Let
               pitie
               pierce
               the
               rage
               of
               all
               thine
               ire
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               thy
               breast
               burne
               with
               reuenging
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Then
               let
               my
               death
               quench
               out
               that
               fuming
               flame
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               of
               thy
               husbands
               blood
               and
               hers
               I
               came
               .
            
          
           
             
               Much
               more
               I
               said
               while
               teares
               out
               streaming
               went
               ,
            
             
               But
               nought
               of
               ease
               at
               all
               thereby
               I
               gain'd
               .
            
             
               My
               mother
               eke
               ,
               did
               ,
               as
               she
               lay
               ,
               lament
               ,
            
             
               Wherewith
               my
               heart
               a
               thousand
               fold
               she
               pain'd
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               the
               Queene
               my
               plaints
               to
               fauour
               fain'd
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               last
               she
               bad
               she
               should
               prepare
            
             
               Her selfe
               to
               die
               ,
               and
               end
               her
               course
               of
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               all
               her
               friends
               my
               mother
               Elstride
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               pleasures
               past
               ,
               and
               bade
               them
               all
               adue
            
             
               Eke
               as
               she
               thus
               her
               last
               farewell
               had
               fram'd
               ,
            
             
               With
               losse
               of
               him
               from
               whom
               her
               sorowes
               grue
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               to
               me
               (
               which
               made
               my
               heart
               to
               rue
               )
            
             
               She
               said
               farewell
               my
               child
               ,
               I
               feare
               thy
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Ten
               thousand
               times
               adue
               ,
               my
               Sabrine
               small
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               the
               cruell
               caytiffes
               came
               to
               take
            
             
               Her
               vp
               ,
               to
               cast
               and
               drowne
               her
               in
               the
               floud
               ,
            
             
               I
               fast
               mine
               armes
               about
               her
               clipt
               did
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               cri'd
               ,
               O
               Queene
               let
               mercie
               meeke
               thy
               mood
               ,
            
             
               Do
               rather
               reaue
               my
               heart
               of
               vitall
               blood
               ,
            
             
               Then
               thus
               I
               liue
               :
               with
               that
               they
               slackt
               my
               hold
               ,
            
             
               And
               drencht
               my
               mother
               in
               the
               waters
               cold
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               loue
               to
               aide
               her
               ,
               venter
               in
               would
               I
               ,
            
             
               That
               saw
               my
               mother
               striue
               aloft
               for
               wind
               .
            
             
               To
               land
               shee
               lookt
               and
               said
               farewell
               ,
               I
               die
               ,
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               go
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               like
               fate
               to
               find
               .
            
             
               Said
               Guendoline
               ,
               come
               on
               likewise
               and
               bind
            
             
               This
               Sabrine
               heere
               likewise
               ,
               for
               so
               shall
               she
            
             
               At
               once
               receiue
               ,
               her
               whole
               request
               of
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Eke
               as
               I
               wish
               to
               haue
               in
               mind
               her
               fame
               ,
            
             
               As
               Humbers
               is
               ,
               which
               should
               her
               father
               been
               :
            
             
               So
               shall
               this
               floud
               of
               Sabrine
               haue
               the
               name
               ,
            
             
               That
               men
               thereby
               may
               say
               ,
               a
               righteous
               Queene
            
             
               Heere
               drown'd
               her
               husbands
               child
               of
               concubine
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               leaue
               Sabrine
               heere
               thy
               name
               and
               life
               ,
            
             
               Let
               Sabrine
               waters
               end
               our
               mortall
               strife
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dispatch
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               with
               that
               they
               bound
               me
               fast
               ,
            
             
               My
               slender
               armes
               and
               feet
               ,
               with
               little
               need
               :
            
             
               And
               sau's
               all
               mercie
               ,
               me
               in
               waters
               cast
               ,
            
             
               Which
               drew
               me
               downe
               ,
               and
               cast
               me
               vp
               with
               speed
               ,
            
             
               And
               downe
               me
               drencht
               the
               Sabrine
               fish
               to
               feed
               :
            
             
               Where
               I
               abode
               till
               now
               from
               whence
               I
               came
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               the
               waters
               hold
               as
               yet
               my
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Lo
               thus
               this
               ielous
               Queene
               ,
               in
               raging
               sort
               ,
            
             
               With
               bloodie
               hate
               bereft
               her
               husbands
               health
               :
            
             
               And
               eke
               my
               mother
               Elstrides
               life
               (
               God
               wot
               )
            
             
               Which
               neuer
               ment
               to
               hurt
               this
               Common-wealth
               .
            
             
               And
               me
               ,
               Locrinus
               child
               ,
               be
               got
               by
               stealth
               .
            
             
               Against
               all
               reason
               was
               it
               for
               to
               kill
            
             
               The
               child
               ,
               for
               that
               her
               parents
               erst
               did
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               heere
               you
               see
               ,
               what
               time
               our
               pompe
               doth
               bide
               ,
            
             
               Hereby
               you
               see
               ,
               th'
               vnsteadie
               trust
               in
               warre
               ,
            
             
               Hereby
               you
               see
               ,
               the
               stay
               of
               States
               etride
               ,
            
             
               Hereby
               you
               see
               ,
               our
               hope
               to
               make
               doth
               marre
               ,
            
             
               Hereby
               you
               see
               ,
               we
               fall
               from
               bench
               to
               barre
               .
            
             
               From
               bench
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               yea
               from
               the
               Princely
               seate
               ,
            
             
               You
               see
               how
               soone
               vs
               Fortune
               downe
               doth
               beate
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               heere
               you
               see
               ,
               how
               lawlesse
               loue
               doth
               thriue
               ,
            
             
               Hereby
               you
               see
               ,
               how
               ielous
               folkes
               doe
               fare
               :
            
             
               Heere
               may
               you
               see
               ,
               with
               wisdome
               they
               that
               wiue
               ,
            
             
               Need
               neuer
               recke
               Cupidoes
               cursed
               snare
               .
            
             
               Heere
               may
               you
               see
               ,
               diuorcement
               breedeth
               care
               ,
            
             
               Heere
               seldome
               thriue
               ,
               the
               children
               may
               you
               see
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               vnlawfull
               wedlocke
               gotten
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Declare
               thou
               then
               our
               fall
               and
               great
               mishap
               ,
            
             
               Declare
               the
               hap
               ,
               and
               glory
               we
               were
               in
               :
            
             
               Declare
               how
               soone
               we
               taken
               were
               in
               trap
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               supposde
               we
               had
               most
               safest
               bin
               .
            
             
               Declare
               what
               losse
               they
               haue
               that
               hope
               to
               win
               .
            
             
               *
               When
               Fortune
               most
               doth
               sweetly
               seeme
               to
               smile
               ,
            
             
               Then
               will
               she
               frowne
               :
               she
               laughes
               but
               euen
               a
               while
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             MADAN
             FOR
             HIS
             EVILL
             LIFE
             was
             slaine
             by
             Wolues
             ,
             the
             yeare
             
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             1009.
             
          
           
             
               AMong'st
               the
               rest
               that
               sate
               in
               hautie
               seat
               ,
            
             
               And
               felt
               the
               fall
               ,
               I
               pray
               thee
               pen
               for
               me
            
             
               A
               Tragedie
               may
               some
               such
               wisdome
               geat
            
             
               As
               they
               may
               learne
               ,
               and
               some
               what
               wiser
               be
               .
            
             
               For
               in
               my
               glasse
               when
               as
               themselues
               they
               see
               ,
            
             
               They
               may
               beware
               :
               my
               fall
               from
               Fortunes
               lap
            
             
               Shall
               teach
               them
               how
               t'
               eschew
               the
               like
               mishap
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               that
               Madan
               ,
               once
               of
               Britaine
               King
               ,
            
             
               The
               third
               that
               euer
               raigned
               in
               this
               land
               :
            
             
               Marke
               well
               therefore
               my
               death
               :
               as
               strange
               a
               thing
               ,
            
             
               As
               some
               would
               deeme
               could
               scarce
               with
               reason
               stand
               .
            
             
               Yet
               when
               thou
               hast
               my
               life
               well
               throughly
               scand
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               perceiue
               ,
               not
               halfe
               so
               strange
               as
               true
               ,
            
             
               *
               Ill
               life
               ,
               worse
               death
               ,
               doth
               after
               still
               ensue
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               my
               mother
               Guendoline
               had
               raign'd
            
             
               In
               my
               nonage
               ,
               full
               15.
               yeares
               ,
               she
               dide
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               but
               yong
               ,
               not
               well
               in
               vertues
               train'd
               ,
            
             
               Was
               left
               this
               noble
               Iland
               for
               to
               guide
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               when
               once
               my
               mind
               was
               puft
               with
               pride
               ,
            
             
               I
               past
               for
               nought
               ,
               I
               vsde
               my
               lust
               for
               law
               .
            
             
               Of
               right
               ,
               or
               iustiee
               ,
               reckt
               I
               not
               a
               straw
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               meane
               I
               kept
               ,
               but
               ruled
               all
               by
               rage
               ,
            
             
               No
               bounds
               of
               measure
               could
               me
               compasse
               in
               .
            
             
               No
               counsell
               could
               my
               meekelesse
               mind
               asswage
               :
            
             
               When
               once
               to
               fume
               I
               fiercely
               did
               begin
               .
            
             
               And
               I
               exceld
               in
               nothing
               else
               but
               sin
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               my
               subiects
               all
               did
               wish
               my
               end
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               such
               to
               whom
               for
               vice
               I
               was
               a
               friend
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               pleasures
               plung'd
               I
               tooke
               my
               whole
               repast
               ,
            
             
               My
               youth
               mee
               led
               deuoide
               of
               compasse
               quite
               :
            
             
               And
               vices
               were
               so
               rooted
               in
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               recure
               the
               ill
               ,
               it
               past
               my
               might
               .
            
             
               For
               *
               who
               so
               doth
               with
               will
               and
               pleasure
               fight
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               all
               his
               force
               doe
               striue
               them
               to
               withstand
               )
            
             
               Without
               good
               grace
               they
               haue
               the
               vpper
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               *
               What
               licour
               first
               the
               earthen
               pot
               doth
               take
               ,
            
             
               It
               keepeth
               still
               the
               sauour
               of
               that
               same
               .
            
             
               Full
               hard
               it
               is
               a
               Cramocke
               straight
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               Or
               crooked
               Logges
               with
               wainscot
               fine
               to
               frame
               .
            
             
               T
               is
               hard
               to
               make
               the
               cruell
               Tiger
               tame
               .
            
             
               And
               so
               it
               fares
               with
               those
               haue
               vices
               caught
               :
            
             
               *
               Naught
               once
               (
               they
               say
               )
               and
               euer
               after
               naught
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               speake
               not
               this
               as
               though
               it
               past
               all
               cure
            
             
               From
               vices
               vile
               to
               vertue
               to
               retire
               :
            
             
               But
               this
               I
               say
               ,
               if
               vice
               bee
               once
               in
               vre
               ,
            
             
               The
               more
               you
               shall
               to
               quite
               your selfe
               require
               .
            
             
               The
               more
               you
               plunge
               your selfe
               in
               fulsome
               mire
               .
            
             
               As
               hee
               that
               striues
               in
               soakte
               quicke
               sirts
               of
               sand
               ,
            
             
               Still
               sinkes
               ,
               scarce
               euer
               comes
               againe
               to
               land
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               gifts
               of
               grace
               may
               nature
               ouercome
               ,
            
             
               And
               God
               may
               graunt
               the
               time
               when
               we
               repent
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               did
               still
               in
               laps
               of
               lewdnes
               runne
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               my selfe
               to
               cruelty
               I
               bent
               .
            
             
               But
               who
               so
               doth
               with
               bloudy
               acts
               content
            
             
               His
               minde
               ,
               shall
               sure
               at
               last
               finde
               like
               againe
               ,
            
             
               And
               feele
               for
               pleasures
               thousands
               pangs
               of
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               in
               the
               midst
               of
               those
               vntrusty
               toyles
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               I
               nothing
               fearde
               ,
               but
               all
               was
               sure
               :
            
             
               With
               all
               my
               traine
               ,
               I
               hunting
               rode
               for
               spoiles
            
             
               Of
               those
               ,
               who
               after
               did
               my
               death
               procure
               .
            
             
               These
               lewd
               delights
               did
               boldly
               me
               allure
               ,
            
             
               To
               follow
               stil
               and
               to
               pursue
               the
               chase
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               I
               came
               into
               a
               desert
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Beset
               with
               hils
               ,
               and
               monstrous
               rockes
               of
               stone
               ,
            
             
               My
               company
               behinde
               mee
               lost
               ,
               or
               stayde
               :
            
             
               The
               place
               was
               eke
               with
               hautie
               trees
               oregrowne
               ,
            
             
               So
               vast
               and
               wilde
               it
               made
               mee
               halfe
               afraid
               .
            
             
               And
               straight
               I
               was
               with
               rauening
               wolues
               betraid
               ,
            
             
               Came
               out
               of
               caues
               ,
               and
               dens
               ,
               and
               rockes
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               There
               was
               Irent
               in
               peeces
               ,
               kilde
               ,
               and
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Woe
               worth
               that
               youth
               (
               in
               vayne
               )
               so
               vily
               spent
            
             
               Should
               euer
               cause
               a
               King
               to
               feele
               such
               smart
               :
            
             
               Woe
               worth
               that
               euer
               I
               should
               here
               lament
               ,
            
             
               Or
               shew
               the
               hurt
               of
               my
               poore
               Princely
               heart
               .
            
             
               I
               thinke
               the
               clowne
               that
               driues
               the
               mixen
               cart
            
             
               Hath
               better
               hap
               then
               Princes
               ,
               such
               as
               I
               :
            
             
               No
               storme
               of
               Fortune
               casts
               him
               downe
               so
               hie
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               man
               by
               grace
               and
               wit
               may
               shun
               the
               snare
               .
            
             
               T
               is
               sayd
               *
               a
               wise-man
               all
               mishap
               withstands
               :
            
             
               For
               though
               by
               starres
               we
               borne
               to
               mischieues
               are
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               grace
               and
               prudence
               bayles
               our
               carefull
               bands
               .
            
             
               *
               Each
               man
               (
               they
               say
               )
               his
               fate
               hath
               in
               his
               hands
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               he
               marres
               ,
               or
               makes
               to
               leese
               ,
               or
               saue
            
             
               Of
               good
               or
               euill
               ,
               is
               euen
               selfe
               doe
               ,
               selfe
               haue
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               thing
               is
               seene
               by
               me
               ,
               that
               led
               my
               daies
            
             
               In
               vitious
               sort
               ,
               for
               greedy
               wolues
               a
               pray
               .
            
             
               I
               wish
               ,
               and
               will
               ,
               that
               Princes
               guide
               their
               wayes
               :
            
             
               Lo
               ,
               here
               by
               this
               eschew
               like
               chance
               they
               may
               ,
            
             
               And
               vices
               such
               as
               worke
               their
               whole
               decay
               .
            
             
               Which
               if
               they
               doe
               ,
               full
               well
               is
               spent
               the
               time
            
             
               To
               warne
               ,
               to
               write
               ,
               and
               eke
               to
               shun
               the
               crime
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             MALIN
             WAS
             SLAINE
             BY
             HIS
             BROther
             King
             Mempricius
             ,
             the
             yeare
             
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             1009.
             
          
           
             
               IF
               Fortune
               were
               so
               firme
               as
               shee
               is
               fraile
               ,
            
             
               Or
               glosing
               glorie
               were
               still
               permanent
               :
            
             
               If
               no
               mishap
               mens
               doings
               did
               assayle
               ,
            
             
               Or
               that
               their
               acts
               and
               facts
               were
               innocent
               :
            
             
               If
               they
               in
               hope
               no
               hurt
               nor
               hatred
               ment
               ,
            
             
               Or
               dealings
               aye
               were
               done
               with
               duty
               due
               ,
            
             
               They
               neuer
               neede
               their
               great
               misfortunes
               rue
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               pompe
               were
               paine
               ,
               and
               pride
               were
               not
               in
               price
               ,
            
             
               Or
               hautie
               seate
               had
               not
               the
               highest
               place
               :
            
             
               If
               they
               could
               learne
               by
               others
               to
               be
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Or
               els
               eschew
               the
               daungers
               of
               their
               race
               :
            
             
               If
               once
               they
               could
               the
               golden
               meane
               imbrace
               ,
            
             
               Or
               banish
               quite
               ambition
               from
               their
               breast
               ,
            
             
               They
               neuer
               neede
               to
               recke
               or
               reape
               vnrest
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               they
               doe
               thinke
               such
               sweetenes
               in
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               Vpon
               this
               earth
               is
               all
               the
               greatest
               hap
               :
            
             
               They
               nothing
               feare
               the
               hurt
               of
               falling
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Or
               little
               roome
               in
               Lady
               Fortunes
               lap
               .
            
             
               They
               giue
               no
               heede
               before
               they
               get
               the
               clap
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               too
               late
               they
               wish
               they
               had
               bin
               wise
               ,
            
             
               When
               from
               the
               fall
               they
               would
               ,
               and
               cannot
               ,
               rise
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               if
               two
               twinnes
               ,
               or
               children
               at
               the
               teate
            
             
               Of
               nurce
               ,
               or
               mother
               ,
               both
               at
               once
               might
               bee
               ,
            
             
               And
               both
               did
               striue
               the
               better
               dugge
               to
               geat
               ,
            
             
               Till
               one
               were
               downe
               ,
               and
               slipt
               beside
               her
               knee
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               it
               fares
               ,
               by
               others
               as
               by
               mee
               ,
            
             
               In
               fortunes
               lap
               they
               haue
               so
               little
               hold
               ,
            
             
               She
               cannot
               stay
               both
               striuing
               if
               shee
               would
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               am
               that
               Malm
               one
               of
               Madans
               sonnes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thought
               to
               raigne
               and
               rule
               this
               noble
               I
               le
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               so
               done
               :
               but
               see
               what
               chaunce
               there
               comes
            
             
               Where
               bretheren
               loue
               and
               frendship
               quite
               exile
               .
            
             
               *
               Who
               thinkes
               in
               trust
               no
               treason
               neither
               guile
               ,
            
             
               Is
               soonest
               cleane
               bereau'd
               of
               life
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               In
               stead
               of
               rule
               hee
               reapes
               the
               crop
               of
               thrall
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               yongest
               brother
               then
               Mempricius
               hight
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               hautie
               minde
               ,
               and
               mine
               ,
               were
               still
               at
               square
               :
            
             
               We
               euermore
               as
               foes
               hight
               other
               spite
               ,
            
             
               And
               deadly
               ire
               in
               hatefull
               hearts
               wee
               bare
               .
            
             
               He
               sought
               all
               waies
               he
               might
               to
               worke
               mee
               care
               ,
            
             
               And
               each
               regarded
               others
               enuie
               ,
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               after
               turned
               both
               to
               painfull
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               my
               father
               lou'd
               him
               well
               ,
               therefore
            
             
               I
               fear'd
               my
               brother
               should
               obtaine
               my
               right
               :
            
             
               Likewise
               on
               fauour
               boldned
               hee
               him
               bore
               ,
            
             
               And
               neither
               had
               in
               vertues
               wayes
               delight
               .
            
             
               What
               neede
               I
               here
               our
               inward
               griefes
               recite
               ?
            
             
               Wee
               ,
               not
               as
               brethren
               ,
               liu'd
               in
               hatred
               still
               ,
            
             
               And
               sought
               occasion
               other
               each
               to
               kill
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               hauing
               hope
               for
               to
               preserue
               the
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               hee
               for
               that
               he
               feard
               my
               title
               bred
            
             
               Such
               friendship
               ,
               as
               might
               alwaies
               keepe
               him
               downe
            
             
               And
               both
               depriue
               him
               of
               his
               crowne
               and
               head
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               it
               chaunst
               our
               father
               once
               was
               dead
               ,
            
             
               Then
               straight
               appeared
               all
               his
               enuy
               plaine
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               could
               not
               from
               his
               attempt
               refraine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               wisht
               we
               should
               diuide
               the
               realme
               in
               two
               ,
            
             
               And
               said
               my
               father
               eke
               was
               of
               that
               minde
               :
            
             
               But
               neither
               of
               vs
               both
               ,
               that
               so
               would
               doe
               ,
            
             
               Wee
               were
               not
               each
               to
               other
               halfe
               so
               kinde
               .
            
             
               And
               vile
               ambition
               made
               vs
               both
               so
               blinde
               ,
            
             
               We
               thought
               our
               raigne
               could
               not
               bee
               sure
               and
               good
            
             
               Except
               the
               ground
               thereof
               were
               laid
               with
               bloud
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               At
               last
               a
               time
               of
               parle
               chosen
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               truce
               concluded
               for
               our
               titles
               right
               :
            
             
               Wherein
               I
               hoped
               might
               be
               brought
               to
               passe
            
             
               That
               I
               enioy
               in
               peace
               my
               kingdome
               might
               .
            
             
               But
               secretly
               by
               policie
               and
               sleight
            
             
               He
               slew
               me
               with
               his
               sword
               ,
               before
               I
               wist
               :
            
             
               Where
               crowne
               ,
               peace
               ,
               kingdome
               life
               and
               all
               I
               mist
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               was
               I
               by
               my
               wicked
               brother
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               my
               death
               his
               cruell
               eyes
               did
               fill
               .
            
             
               This
               oftentimes
               they
               vse
               to
               get
               and
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               cannot
               shunne
               misfortune
               as
               they
               will.
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               man
               pretended
               such
               an
               ill
               ,
            
             
               But
               God
               to
               him
               like
               measure
               shortly
               sent
            
             
               As
               he
               to
               others
               erst
               before
               had
               ment
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vsurping
               wrong
               incurres
               the
               curse
               of
               heauen
               ,
            
             
               And
               blood
               cries
               out
               for
               vengeance
               at
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Who
               still
               in
               care
               of
               humane
               good
               is
               giuen
            
             
               The
               good
               to
               aide
               ,
               and
               gracelesse
               to
               withstand
               .
            
             
               If
               either
               vice
               or
               vertue
               we
               aband
               ,
            
             
               We
               either
               are
               rewarded
               as
               we
               serue
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               are
               plagued
               ,
               as
               our
               deeds
               deserue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               this
               my
               warning
               then
               suffice
               each
               sort
               ,
            
             
               Bid
               them
               beware
               :
               example
               heere
               you
               see
               :
            
             
               It
               passeth
               play
               ,
               t'
               is
               tragicall
               disport
            
             
               To
               clime
               the
               steps
               of
               stately
               high
               degree
               .
            
             
               For
               though
               they
               thinke
               good
               fortune
               seru'd
               not
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               did
               she
               vse
               me
               as
               she
               vsde
               the
               rest
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               full
               oft
               she
               serueth
               euen
               the
               best
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             Mempricius
             giuen
             to
             all
             lust
             ,
             
               was
               deuoured
               by
               VVolues
               ,
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
               ,
            
             989.
             
          
           
             
               T
               Is
               often
               said
               ,
               a
               man
               should
               do
               likewise
            
             
               To
               other
               ,
               as
               he
               would
               to
               him
               they
               did
               .
            
             
               *
               Do
               as
               thou
               would'st
               be
               done
               to
               ,
               saith
               the
               wise
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               as
               conscience
               and
               as
               iustice
               bid
               .
            
             
               Ther
               's
               no
               man
               ought
               for
               Empire
               ,
               as
               I
               did
            
             
               His
               impious
               hands
               with
               cruell
               blood
               distaine
               :
            
             
               For
               *
               blood
               doth
               alwaies
               crie
               for
               blood
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Eke
               lustfull
               life
               ,
               that
               sleepes
               in
               sinkes
               of
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               Procures
               a
               plague
               :
               fie
               ,
               fie
               on
               Venus
               vile
               :
            
             
               We
               little
               wot
               the
               mischiefes
               are
               therein
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               with
               poisons
               sweet
               our selues
               beguile
               .
            
             
               The
               pleasures
               passe
               ,
               the
               ioyes
               endure
               but
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               naught
               thereby
               at
               all
               we
               get
               or
               gaine
            
             
               But
               dreadfull
               death
               ,
               and
               euerlasting
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Me
               thinkes
               thou
               harkenest
               for
               to
               heare
               my
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               musest
               what
               I
               am
               that
               thus
               do
               come
               .
            
             
               I
               would
               or
               this
               haue
               told
               it
               ,
               but
               for
               shame
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               to
               giue
               example
               heere
               to
               some
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               no
               longer
               faine
               my selfe
               so
               dome
               ,
            
             
               But
               euen
               as
               others
               I
               will
               tell
               my
               fall
               :
            
             
               Take
               heere
               my
               name
               ,
               my
               life
               ,
               my
               death
               ,
               and
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               
                 Mempricius
                 ,
                 Madans
              
               yonger
               son
               ,
            
             
               Once
               King
               of
               Britaine
               ,
               that
               my
               brother
               slew
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               the
               crowne
               ,
               and
               kingdome
               all
               I
               won
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               nourisht
               vices
               moe
               that
               grew
               .
            
             
               Not
               natures
               lawes
               ,
               nor
               Gods
               ,
               nor
               mans
               I
               knew
               ,
            
             
               But
               liu'd
               in
               lust
               not
               recking
               any
               thing
               ,
            
             
               I
               deemed
               all
               things
               lawfull
               for
               a
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               First
               when
               I
               had
               my
               brother
               brought
               on
               beare
               ,
            
             
               I
               thought
               in
               rest
               to
               keepe
               the
               Kingdome
               long
               :
            
             
               I
               was
               deuoid
               of
               doubt
               ,
               I
               had
               no
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Was
               none
               durst
               checke
               me
               ,
               did
               I
               right
               or
               wrong
               .
            
             
               I
               liu'd
               at
               large
               ,
               and
               thought
               my
               power
               so
               strong
            
             
               There
               could
               no
               man
               preuaile
               against
               my
               will
               ,
            
             
               I
               steede
               of
               law
               that
               vsed
               rigour
               still
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               wickedly
               I
               fell
               to
               slothfull
               ease
               ,
            
             
               A
               vice
               that
               breeds
               a
               number
               moe
               beside
               .
            
             
               I
               was
               so
               testie
               none
               durst
               me
               displease
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               so
               puft
               with
               glorie
               vaine
               ,
               and
               pride
               .
            
             
               My
               sencelesse
               sence
               ,
               as
               ship
               without
               a
               guide
               ,
            
             
               Was
               tost
               with
               euery
               fancie
               of
               my
               braine
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Phoebus
               chariot
               vnder
               Phaëtons
               raigne
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               deem'd
               them
               foes
               that
               me
               good
               counsell
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               my
               chiefest
               friends
               could
               glose
               and
               lie
               :
            
             
               I
               hated
               them
               that
               were
               so
               sage
               and
               graue
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               I
               lou'd
               were
               lustie
               ,
               lewde
               ,
               and
               slie
               .
            
             
               I
               did
               the
               wisest
               wits
               as
               fooles
               defie
               ,
            
             
               Such
               sots
               ,
               knaues
               ,
               ruffians
               ,
               roysters
               I
               embraste
               ,
            
             
               As
               were
               vnwise
               ,
               vnhonest
               ,
               rude
               ,
               vnchaste
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               lusted
               eke
               ,
               as
               lasie
               lechers
               vse
               ,
            
             
               My
               subiects
               wiues
               and
               daughters
               at
               my
               will
            
             
               I
               did
               so
               often
               as
               me
               pleasde
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               Perforce
               I
               kept
               them
               at
               my
               pleasure
               still
               .
            
             
               Thus
               gate
               I
               queanes
               and
               concubines
               at
               fill
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               their
               sakes
               I
               put
               away
               my
               wife
               :
            
             
               Such
               was
               my
               lewdnesse
               ,
               lust
               ,
               and
               lawlesse
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               shame
               forbids
               me
               for
               to
               tell
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               It
               me
               abhors
               to
               shew
               what
               did
               ensue
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               because
               it
               moueth
               in
               my
               breast
            
             
               Compunction
               still
               ,
               and
               was
               God
               wot
               too
               true
               ,
            
             
               I
               le
               farther
               tell
               whence
               my
               destruction
               grue
               .
            
             
               To
               Sodome
               sinne
               I
               foulely
               fell
               ,
               and
               than
            
             
               I
               was
               despised
               both
               of
               God
               and
               man.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               Could
               I
               long
               prosper
               thus
               ,
               do
               you
               suppose
               ?
            
             
               Might
               any
               ill
               exceed
               these
               vices
               told
               ?
            
             
               Thinke
               you
               ther
               's
               any
               wight
               on
               ground
               that
               goes
            
             
               Might
               scape
               reuenge
               of
               vice
               so
               manifold
               ?
            
             
               No
               sure
               :
               *
               who
               is
               in
               sinfulnes
               so
               bold
               ,
            
             
               His
               vices
               fare
               like
               weeds
               ,
               they
               sprout
               so
               fast
            
             
               They
               kill
               the
               corps
               ,
               as
               weeds
               the
               corne
               ,
               at
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               great
               outrage
               ,
               my
               heedlesse
               head
               ,
               the
               life
            
             
               I
               beastly
               led
               could
               not
               continue
               so
               :
            
             
               My
               brothers
               blood
               ,
               my
               leauing
               of
               my
               wife
               ,
            
             
               And
               working
               of
               my
               friends
               and
               subiects
               woe
            
             
               Cri'd
               still
               to
               God
               ,
               for
               my
               foule
               ouerthroe
               ,
            
             
               Who
               heares
               the
               wrong'd
               ,
               who
               viewes
               their
               carefull
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               length
               doth
               all
               their
               foes
               deface
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               I
               mistrusting
               no
               mishaps
               at
               hand
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               I
               were
               worthie
               twentie
               times
               to
               die
               )
            
             
               I
               lewdly
               liu'd
               ,
               and
               did
               my
               wealth
               withstand
               .
            
             
               I
               neuer
               thought
               my
               end
               was
               halfe
               so
               me
               .
            
             
               For
               my
               disport
               I
               rode
               on
               hunting
               ,
               I
               ,
            
             
               In
               woods
               the
               fearefull
               Hart
               I
               chased
               fast
               ,
            
             
               'Till
               quite
               I
               lost
               my
               company
               at
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               or
               I
               wist
               ,
               to
               cost
               I
               found
               my
               foes
               ,
            
             
               By
               chance
               I
               came
               whereas
               the
               Wolues
               they
               bred
               :
            
             
               Which
               in
               a
               moment
               did
               me
               round
               inclose
               ,
            
             
               And
               mounted
               at
               my
               horse
               his
               throat
               and
               head
               .
            
             
               Some
               on
               the
               hinder
               parts
               their
               panches
               fed
               .
            
             
               Yet
               fought
               I
               still
               to
               scape
               ,
               if
               it
               might
               be
               ,
            
             
               Till
               they
               my
               panting
               horse
               puld
               downe
               with
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               was
               I
               hopelesse
               to
               escape
               their
               iawes
               ,
            
             
               They
               fastned
               all
               their
               holders
               fast
               on
               mee
               :
            
             
               And
               on
               my
               royall
               robes
               they
               set
               their
               clawes
               :
            
             
               My
               Princely
               presence
               ,
               nor
               my
               high
               degree
            
             
               Mou'd
               them
               no
               more
               obeysant
               for
               to
               bee
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               of
               my
               corps
               to
               take
               no
               more
               remorce
               ,
            
             
               Then
               did
               the
               grieuous
               groning
               of
               my
               horse
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               rauenously
               they
               rent
               my
               breast
               and
               throat
               ,
            
             
               Forsooke
               my
               steed
               ,
               came
               all
               at
               once
               and
               tare
            
             
               My
               Kingly
               corps
               ,
               from
               which
               they
               fleid
               my
               coat
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               flesh
               they
               made
               at
               all
               no
               spare
               ,
            
             
               They
               neuer
               left
               me
               till
               my
               bones
               were
               bare
               .
            
             
               Lo
               thus
               I
               slew
               my
               brother
               ,
               left
               my
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Liu'd
               vilely
               ,
               and
               as
               vilely
               ended
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               Beware
               of
               bloodie
               broiles
               ,
               beware
               of
               wrong
               ,
            
             
               Embrace
               the
               counsell
               of
               the
               wise
               and
               sage
               :
            
             
               Trust
               not
               to
               power
               though
               it
               be
               nere
               so
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               of
               rashnes
               rude
               and
               roisters
               rage
               .
            
             
               Eschew
               vile
               Venus
               toyes
               ,
               she
               cuts
               off
               age
               ,
            
             
               And
               learne
               this
               lesson
               oft
               ,
               and
               tell
               thy
               friend
               ,
            
             
               By
               sudden
               death
               ,
               pockes
               ,
               begging
               ,
               harlots
               end
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             BLADVD
             ,
             TAKING
             ON
             HIM
             TO
             FLIE
             ,
             fell
             vpon
             the
             Temple
             of
             Apollo
             ,
             and
             brake
             
               his
               necke
               ,
               the
               yeere
               before
               Christ
               ,
            
             844.
             
          
           
             
               I
               Pray
               thee
               Higgins
               take
               in
               hand
               thy
               pen
               ,
            
             
               And
               write
               my
               life
               and
               fall
               among'st
               the
               rest
               :
            
             
               A
               warning
               set
               me
               downe
               for
               curious
               men
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               wits
               the
               worke
               of
               nature
               seeke
               to
               wrest
               .
            
             
               I
               was
               Prince
               Bladud
               pregnant
               as
               the
               best
               .
            
             
               Of
               wisdome
               ,
               wealth
               ,
               and
               learning
               I
               had
               store
               ,
            
             
               Of
               regall
               race
               :
               or
               what
               I
               craued
               more
               ?
            
          
           
             
               But
               this
               in
               all
               the
               sorts
               of
               men
               we
               see
               ,
            
             
               An
               vncontented
               mind
               ,
               when
               much
               they
               haue
               :
            
             
               The
               learned
               yet
               would
               more
               profounder
               be
               ,
            
             
               The
               richest
               most
               t'
               encrease
               their
               wealth
               do
               craue
               .
            
             
               The
               finest
               Dames
               do
               slike
               their
               faces
               braue
               .
            
             
               The
               noble
               higher
               climes
               and
               to
               the
               skies
            
             
               T'
               aduance
               his
               name
               he
               daily
               doth
               deuise
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               Britaine
               though
               I
               learned
               had
               full
               well
            
             
               The
               artes
               ,
               and
               could
               among'st
               the
               wise
               conferre
               :
            
             
               Yet
               when
               of
               Athens
               I
               the
               fame
               heard
               tell
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               it
               in
               Greece
               so
               far
               hence
               distant
               were
               )
            
             
               I
               trauail'd
               thither
               ,
               writers
               witnes
               are
               ,
            
             
               I
               studied
               there
               ,
               thence
               learned
               men
               I
               brought
               ,
            
             
               That
               noble
               Arts
               in
               Britaine
               might
               be
               taught
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               after
               he
               was
               dead
               that
               was
               my
               stay
               ,
            
             
               My
               father
               graue
               ,
               I
               meane
               the
               worthie
               King
               :
            
             
               Then
               all
               the
               Britaines
               shortly
               by
               a
               day
               ,
            
             
               To
               royall
               seat
               elected
               me
               did
               bring
               .
            
             
               Where
               I
               to
               place
               in
               order
               euery
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Receiu'd
               both
               crowne
               and
               scepter
               in
               my
               hand
               ,
            
             
               With
               right
               and
               equitie
               to
               rule
               this
               land
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               ,
               for
               because
               the
               sway
               of
               all
               the
               I
               le
            
             
               Depended
               on
               my
               gouernment
               to
               rest
               :
            
             
               I
               did
               consult
               with
               all
               the
               Peeres
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               fathers
               Counsellers
               the
               best
               .
            
             
               I
               order
               tooke
               for
               matters
               vnredrest
               ,
            
             
               Giuing
               to
               each
               such
               place
               as
               best
               did
               fit
               ,
            
             
               Their
               birth
               ,
               their
               wealth
               ,
               their
               persons
               and
               their
               wit.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               learned
               Greekes
               ,
               whom
               I
               from
               Athens
               brought
               ,
            
             
               Conferring
               with
               the
               British
               learned
               men
               :
            
             
               A
               place
               ,
               as
               I
               commanded
               them
               ,
               had
               sought
            
             
               Amid'st
               the
               Realme
               ,
               and
               brought
               me
               word
               agen
               .
            
             
               At
               Staneford
               there
               I
               built
               a
               Colledge
               then
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               land
               I
               gaue
               the
               fertil'st
               partes
               ,
            
             
               To
               foster
               learning
               and
               the
               famous
               Artes.
               
            
          
           
             
               By
               this
               ,
               of
               skilfull
               men
               the
               land
               had
               store
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               arts
               were
               read
               in
               Britaine
               well
               :
            
             
               No
               countrey
               was
               for
               learning
               praised
               more
               .
            
             
               We
               did
               in
               noble
               science
               so
               excell
               ,
            
             
               From
               other
               nations
               hither
               came
               to
               dwell
            
             
               The
               wisest
               wits
               ,
               commending
               vs
               to
               skies
               :
            
             
               Deeming
               vs
               people
               valiant
               ,
               learn'd
               and
               wise
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               for
               that
               time
               ,
               of
               Gods
               we
               honor'd
               all
               ,
            
             
               Apollo
               high
               for
               wisdome
               ,
               arte
               ,
               and
               skill
               :
            
             
               At
               Troynouant
               a
               Temple
               speciall
            
             
               I
               built
               to
               him
               ,
               for
               sacrifices
               still
               .
            
             
               Whereon
               I
               fell
               ,
               as
               after
               speake
               I
               will.
            
             
               Such
               was
               our
               vse
               and
               superstition
               then
               ,
            
             
               To
               deeme
               as
               Gods
               the
               images
               of
               men
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               arts
               I
               made
               the
               holesome
               Baths
               at
               Bathe
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               therefore
               two
               Tunnes
               of
               burning
               brasse
               :
            
             
               And
               other
               twaine
               seuen
               kinds
               of
               salts
               that
               haue
            
             
               In
               them
               in
               closde
               ,
               but
               these
               be
               made
               of
               glasse
               ,
            
             
               With
               sulphur
               fil'd
               ,
               wilde
               fire
               emixt
               there
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               foure
               welles
               these
               Tunnes
               I
               did
               assay
               ,
            
             
               To
               place
               by
               arte
               that
               they
               might
               last
               of
               aye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               waters
               heate
               and
               clensing
               perfect
               powre
               ,
            
             
               With
               vapours
               of
               the
               sulphur
               ,
               salts
               ,
               and
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               vertue
               great
               ,
               to
               heale
               ,
               and
               wash
               ,
               and
               scowre
            
             
               The
               bathed
               sores
               therein
               that
               health
               desire
               .
            
             
               If
               of
               the
               vertues
               ,
               moe
               thou
               dost
               require
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               recite
               what
               old
               experience
               telles
               ,
            
             
               In
               causes
               cold
               the
               vertues
               of
               these
               welles
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               bathes
               to
               soften
               sinewes
               vertue
               haue
               ,
            
             
               And
               also
               for
               to
               clense
               and
               scowre
               the
               skin
            
             
               From
               Morphewes
               white
               and
               blacke
               ,
               to
               heale
               and
               saue
            
             
               The
               bodies
               freckled
               ,
               faint
               ,
               are
               bath'd
               therein
               :
            
             
               Scabs
               ,
               lepry
               ,
               sores
               both
               old
               and
               festered
               in
               ,
            
             
               The
               scurfe
               ,
               botch
               ,
               itch
               ,
               gout
               ,
               poxe
               ,
               and
               humors
               fell
               ,
            
             
               The
               milt
               and
               liuer
               hard
               it
               healeth
               well
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               must
               confesse
               by
               learned
               skill
               I
               found
            
             
               Those
               natiue
               welles
               whence
               ye
               haue
               helpe
               for
               men
               .
            
             
               But
               well
               thou
               know'st
               there
               runnes
               from
               vnder
               ground
            
             
               Springs
               sweet
               ,
               salt
               ,
               cold
               ,
               and
               hote
               euen
               now
               as
               then
               ,
            
             
               From
               rocke
               ,
               salt-petre
               ,
               alume
               ,
               grauell
               ,
               fen
               ,
            
             
               From
               sulphur
               ,
               iron
               ,
               lead
               ,
               gold
               ,
               brasse
               and
               tinne
               :
            
             
               Springs
               vertue
               take
               of
               vaines
               that
               they
               been
               in
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               who
               so
               knowes
               by
               natures
               worke
               in
               these
               ,
            
             
               Of
               metals
               or
               of
               mines
               the
               force
               to
               heale
               ,
            
             
               May
               sooner
               giue
               his
               iudgement
               in
               disease
               ,
            
             
               For
               curing
               by
               the
               bath
               ,
               and
               surer
               deale
            
             
               With
               sickly
               people
               of
               the
               publique
               weale
               ,
            
             
               And
               also
               find
               of
               fountaines
               hot
               ,
               and
               cold
               ,
            
             
               To
               heale
               by
               them
               the
               sicke
               ,
               both
               yong
               and
               old
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Citie
               eke
               of
               Bathe
               ,
               I
               founded
               there
               ,
            
             
               Renouned
               far
               by
               reason
               of
               the
               wels
               :
            
             
               And
               many
               monuments
               that
               ancient
               were
            
             
               I
               placed
               there
               ,
               thou
               know'st
               the
               storie
               tels
               .
            
             
               I
               sought
               renowne
               and
               fame
               and
               nothing
               els
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               our
               actes
               extols
               vs
               to
               the
               skies
               ,
            
             
               We
               look
               not
               downe
               from
               whence
               we
               first
               did
               rise
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               are
               but
               few
               ,
               whom
               Fortune
               bathes
               in
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               But
               blinded
               are
               ,
               and
               dazelingly
               they
               looke
               :
            
             
               They
               see
               nought
               else
               but
               worldly
               happinesse
               ,
            
             
               At
               that
               they
               only
               fish
               with
               Fortunes
               hooke
               .
            
             
               Ambition
               will
               not
               wisdomes
               counsell
               brooke
               ,
            
             
               Pride
               sets
               her
               thoughts
               on
               things
               that
               vade
               away
               ,
            
             
               Forsaking
               vertue
               which
               doth
               nere
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mens
               vaine
               delights
               are
               wondrous
               to
               behold
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               that
               reason
               nils
               ,
               nor
               nature
               sowes
            
             
               They
               take
               in
               hand
               on
               science
               far
               too
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Deceiu'd
               by
               suttle
               snares
               of
               diuelish
               showes
               .
            
             
               From
               which
               attempts
               a
               floud
               of
               mischiefe
               flowes
               ,
            
             
               An
               heape
               of
               hurts
               ,
               a
               frie
               of
               foule
               decaies
               ,
            
             
               A
               flocke
               of
               feares
               ,
               and
               thrals
               a
               thousand
               waies
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               that
               the
               water
               fish
               forsake
               the
               streame
            
             
               Against
               his
               kind
               ,
               feeles
               he
               no
               hurt
               ensues
               ?
            
             
               Or
               if
               the
               brocke
               would
               learne
               to
               play
               the
               breame
               ,
            
             
               And
               leaue
               the
               lambes
               at
               land
               ,
               were
               this
               no
               newes
               ?
            
             
               A
               fethered
               fowle
               in
               th'
               earth
               a
               den
               to
               chuse
               ,
            
             
               Or
               flounder
               say
               to
               flie
               the
               larke
               to
               catch
               ,
            
             
               We
               might
               admire
               what
               monsters
               time
               did
               hatch
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               sith
               we
               see
               that
               nature
               hath
               assign'd
            
             
               The
               fowle
               to
               flie
               ,
               the
               aire
               ,
               as
               seemeth
               well
               ,
            
             
               The
               fish
               to
               swim
               ,
               the
               sea
               ,
               as
               fits
               his
               kind
               ,
            
             
               The
               earth
               for
               men
               and
               beasts
               to
               breed
               and
               dwell
               :
            
             
               Of
               right
               a
               man
               ,
               which
               doth
               the
               rest
               excell
               ,
            
             
               Should
               euen
               so
               far
               surpasse
               in
               his
               degree
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               the
               rest
               in
               wisdome
               weaker
               bee
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               this
               I
               speake
               to
               warne
               the
               rest
               that
               heare
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               to
               shew
               the
               blindnesse
               of
               delites
               .
            
             
               Herein
               my
               folly
               vaine
               may
               plaine
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               What
               hap
               they
               heape
               which
               trie
               out
               cunning
               slights
               ,
            
             
               What
               hurt
               there
               hits
               ,
               at
               such
               vaine
               shewes
               and
               sights
               ,
            
             
               Where
               men
               for
               pleasure
               only
               take
               much
               paine
               ,
            
             
               To
               alter
               natures
               gifts
               for
               pleasure
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Were
               not
               it
               strange
               ,
               thinke
               you
               ,
               a
               King
               to
               flie
               ,
            
             
               To
               play
               the
               tombler
               ,
               or
               some
               iugling
               cast
               ?
            
             
               To
               dresse
               himselfe
               in
               plumes
               ,
               as
               erst
               did
               I
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnder
               armes
               to
               knit
               on
               wings
               full
               fast
               ?
            
             
               A
               sport
               you
               thinke
               that
               might
               the
               wise
               agast
               .
            
             
               But
               Magicke
               arte
               had
               taught
               me
               points
               of
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               the
               end
               did
               proue
               my
               future
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               deckt
               my
               corps
               with
               plumes
               (
               I
               say
               )
               and
               wings
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               them
               set
               ,
               thou
               seest
               ,
               in
               skilfull
               wise
            
             
               With
               many
               feats
               ,
               fine
               poyseing
               equall
               things
               ,
            
             
               To
               aide
               my selfe
               in
               flight
               to
               fall
               or
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Few
               men
               did
               euer
               vse
               like
               enterprise
               ,
            
             
               Gainst
               store
               of
               wind
               ,
               by
               practise
               rise
               I
               could
               ,
            
             
               And
               turne
               and
               winde
               at
               last
               which
               way
               I
               would
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ere
               the
               perfect
               skill
               I
               learned
               had
               ,
            
             
               (
               And
               yet
               me
               thought
               I
               could
               do
               passing
               well
               )
            
             
               My
               subiects
               hearts
               with
               pleasant
               toyes
               to
               glad
               ,
            
             
               From
               Temples
               top
               ,
               where
               did
               Apollo
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               I
               sayd
               to
               flie
               ,
               but
               on
               the
               Church
               I
               fell
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               fall
               I
               lost
               my
               life
               withall
               .
            
             
               This
               was
               my
               race
               ,
               this
               was
               my
               fatall
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               vainer
               thing
               could
               any
               Prince
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               Then
               so
               himselfe
               a
               foolish
               fowle
               to
               show
               ?
            
             
               Learne
               you
               by
               me
               ,
               that
               count
               your selues
               so
               wise
               ,
            
             
               The
               worst
               to
               doubt
               of
               things
               ,
               what
               ere
               you
               know
               .
            
             
               Flie
               not
               so
               high
               for
               feare
               you
               fall
               so
               low
               .
            
             
               Be
               wise
               in
               artes
               ,
               exceed
               not
               wisdomes
               bound
               ,
            
             
               The
               depth
               of
               arte
               by
               wit
               may
               not
               be
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               curious
               artes
               allurements
               haue
               alone
               ,
            
             
               They
               profer
               much
               in
               recompence
               of
               paine
               :
            
             
               But
               yet
               among'st
               a
               thousand
               scarce
               is
               one
            
             
               In
               practise
               ,
               ought
               by
               them
               can
               saue
               or
               gaine
               .
            
             
               In
               their
               effects
               they
               are
               but
               false
               and
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               Sophisticall
               ,
               deceitfull
               ,
               and
               vntrue
               ,
            
             
               That
               nothing
               haue
               ,
               yet
               promise
               all
               to
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               speake
               not
               of
               the
               rest
               that
               are
               in
               vse
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               wiser
               sort
               ,
               Philosophie
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               of
               the
               parts
               thereof
               ,
               but
               of
               th'
               abuse
            
             
               That
               comes
               by
               magicke
               artes
               of
               Imagerie
               ,
            
             
               By
               vile
               inchauntments
               ,
               charmes
               ,
               and
               parnpestrie
               ,
            
             
               All
               which
               by
               nature
               are
               abhor'd
               as
               euill
               ,
            
             
               Practisde
               by
               fooles
               ,
               inuented
               by
               the
               diuell
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               make
               an
               end
               :
               you
               noble
               Kings
               content
            
             
               Your selues
               with
               studies
               seruing
               for
               the
               State
               :
            
             
               You
               Lords
               also
               with
               all
               your
               wits
               inuent
            
             
               What
               way
               t'
               eschew
               the
               Prince
               and
               peoples
               hate
               .
            
             
               Yee
               Subiects
               loue
               your
               Prince
               ,
               eschew
               debate
               .
            
             
               I
               wish
               you
               all
               beware
               of
               climing
               high
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               that
               you
               helpelesse
               fall
               ,
               as
               erst
               did
               I.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             QVEENE
             CORDILA
             IN
             DESPAIRE
             SLEW
             her selfe
             ,
             the
             yeare
             before
             
               Christ
               ,
               800.
            
             
          
           
             
               IF
               any
               wofull
               wight
               haue
               cause
               to
               waile
               her
               woe
               ,
            
             
               Or
               griefes
               are
               past
               do
               pricke
               vs
               Princes
               ,
               tell
               our
               fall
               :
            
             
               My selfe
               likewise
               must
               needs
               constrained
               eke
               do
               so
               ,
            
             
               And
               shew
               my
               like
               misfortunes
               and
               mishaps
               withall
               .
            
             
               Should
               I
               keepe
               close
               my
               heauie
               haps
               and
               thrall
               ?
            
             
               Then
               did
               I
               wrong
               :
               I
               wrong'd
               my selfe
               and
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               my
               facts
               a
               witnesse
               true
               maistbee
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               woman
               yet
               must
               blush
               when
               bashfull
               is
               the
               case
            
             
               Though
               truth
               bid
               tell
               the
               tale
               and
               storie
               as
               it
               fell
               :
            
             
               But
               sith
               that
               I
               mislike
               not
               audience
               ,
               time
               ,
               nor
               place
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               ,
               I
               cannot
               keepe
               my
               woes
               in
               counsell
               well
               .
            
             
               *
               No
               greater
               ease
               of
               heart
               then
               griefes
               to
               tell
               ,
            
             
               It
               daunteth
               all
               the
               dolours
               of
               our
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Our
               carefull
               hearts
               thereby
               great
               comfort
               find
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               to
               tell
               that
               may
               recounted
               be
               againe
               ,
            
             
               And
               tell
               it
               as
               our
               cares
               may
               compasse
               ease
               :
            
             
               That
               is
               the
               salue
               and
               med'cine
               of
               our
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               cureth
               corsies
               all
               and
               sores
               of
               our
               disease
               :
            
             
               It
               doth
               our
               pinching
               pangs
               and
               paines
               appease
               :
            
             
               It
               pleads
               the
               part
               of
               an
               assured
               friend
               ,
            
             
               And
               telles
               the
               trade
               ,
               like
               vices
               to
               amend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Therefore
               if
               I
               more
               willing
               be
               to
               tell
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               With
               my
               mishaps
               to
               ease
               my
               burdened
               breast
               and
               mind
               :
            
             
               Some
               others
               haplie
               may
               auoid
               and
               shunne
               the
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               And
               thereby
               for
               distresse
               more
               aide
               and
               comfort
               find
               .
            
             
               They
               keeping
               measure
               ,
               whereas
               I
               declin'd
               ,
            
             
               May
               be
               as
               prompt
               to
               flie
               like
               brute
               and
               blame
            
             
               As
               I
               to
               tell
               ,
               or
               thou
               to
               write
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Wherefore
               if
               thou
               wilt
               afterwards
               record
            
             
               What
               Queene
               Cordila
               telles
               to
               ease
               her
               inward
               smart
               :
            
             
               I
               will
               recite
               my
               storie
               tragicall
               each
               word
            
             
               To
               thee
               that
               giu'st
               an
               eare
               ,
               and
               readie
               art
               .
            
             
               But
               lest
               I
               set
               the
               horse
               behind
               the
               cart
               ,
            
             
               I
               mind
               to
               tell
               each
               thing
               in
               order
               ,
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               maist
               see
               and
               shew
               whence
               sprang
               my
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               grandsire
               Bladud
               hight
               ,
               that
               found
               the
               bathes
               by
               skill
               ,
            
             
               A
               fethered
               King
               that
               practisde
               high
               to
               soare
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               he
               felt
               the
               fall
               ,
               God
               wot
               against
               his
               will
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               went
               ,
               road
               ,
               raign'd
               ,
               nor
               spake
               ,
               nor
               flew
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               After
               whose
               death
               my
               father
               Leire
               therefore
            
             
               Was
               chosen
               King
               ,
               by
               right
               apparent
               heire
               ,
            
             
               Which
               after
               built
               the
               towne
               of
               Leircestere
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               had
               three
               daughters
               faire
               ,
               the
               first
               hight
               Gonerell
               ,
            
             
               Next
               after
               her
               his
               yonger
               Ragan
               was
               begot
               :
            
             
               The
               third
               and
               last
               was
               I
               the
               yongest
               ,
               nam'd
               Cordell
               .
            
             
               Vs
               all
               our
               father
               Leire
               did
               loue
               too
               well
               God
               wot
               .
            
             
               But
               minding
               her
               that
               lou'd
               him
               best
               to
               note
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               had
               no
               sonne
               t'
               enioy
               his
               land
               ,
            
             
               He
               thought
               to
               guerdon
               most
               where
               fauour
               most
               he
               fand
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               though
               I
               yongest
               were
               ,
               yet
               men
               me
               iudg'd
               more
               wise
            
             
               Then
               either
               Gonerell
               ,
               or
               Ragan
               more
               of
               age
               :
            
             
               And
               fairer
               farre
               :
               wherefore
               my
               sisters
               did
               despise
            
             
               My
               grace
               and
               gifts
               ,
               and
               sought
               my
               wrecke
               to
               wage
               .
            
             
               But
               yet
               though
               vice
               on
               vertue
               die
               with
               rage
               ,
            
             
               It
               cannot
               keepe
               her
               vnderneath
               to
               drowne
               :
            
             
               For
               still
               she
               flittes
               aboue
               ,
               and
               reapes
               renowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               father
               thought
               to
               wed
               vs
               vnto
               Princely
               peeres
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnto
               them
               and
               theirs
               diuide
               and
               part
               the
               land
               .
            
             
               For
               both
               my
               sisters
               first
               he
               call'd
               (
               as
               first
               their
               yeares
            
             
               Requir'd
               )
               their
               minds
               ,
               and
               loue
               ,
               and
               fauour
               t'
               vnderstand
               .
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               he
               )
               all
               doubts
               of
               dutie
               to
               aband
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               assay
               your
               friendly
               faithes
               to
               proue
               :
            
             
               My
               daughters
               ,
               tell
               me
               how
               you
               do
               me
               loue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Which
               when
               they
               answered
               him
               they
               lou'd
               their
               father
               more
            
             
               Then
               they
               themselues
               did
               loue
               ,
               or
               any
               worldly
               wight
               :
            
             
               He
               praised
               them
               ,
               and
               said
               he
               would
               therefore
            
             
               The
               louing
               kindnesse
               they
               deseru'd
               in
               fine
               requite
               .
            
             
               So
               found
               my
               sisters
               fauour
               in
               his
               sight
               ,
            
             
               By
               flatterie
               faire
               they
               won
               their
               fathers
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Which
               after
               turned
               him
               and
               me
               to
               smart
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               not
               content
               with
               this
               ,
               he
               asked
               me
               likewise
            
             
               If
               I
               did
               not
               him
               loue
               and
               honor
               well
               .
            
             
               No
               cause
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               there
               is
               I
               should
               your
               grace
               despise
               :
            
             
               For
               nature
               so
               doth
               bind
               and
               dutie
               me
               compell
               ,
            
             
               To
               loue
               you
               ,
               as
               I
               ought
               my
               father
               ,
               well
               .
            
             
               Yet
               shortly
               I
               may
               chance
               ,
               if
               Fortune
               will
               ,
            
             
               To
               find
               in
               heart
               to
               beare
               another
               more
               good
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               much
               I
               said
               of
               nuptiall
               loues
               that
               ment
               ,
            
             
               Not
               minding
               once
               of
               hatred
               vile
               or
               ire
               :
            
             
               And
               partly
               taxing
               them
               ,
               for
               which
               intent
            
             
               They
               set
               my
               fathers
               heart
               on
               wrathfull
               fire
               .
            
             
               Shee
               neuer
               shall
               to
               any
               part
               aspire
            
             
               Of
               this
               my
               Realme
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               among'st
               you
               twaine
               :
            
             
               But
               shall
               without
               all
               dowrie
               aie
               remaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               to
               Maglaurus
               Prince
               ,
               with
               Albany
               he
               gaue
            
             
               My
               sister
               Gonerell
               ,
               the
               eldest
               of
               vs
               all
               :
            
             
               And
               eke
               my
               sister
               Ragan
               height
               to
               Hinniue
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               her
               dowrie
               Camber
               and
               Cornwall
               .
            
             
               These
               after
               him
               should
               haue
               his
               kingdome
               all
               .
            
             
               Betweene
               them
               both
               he
               gaue
               it
               franke
               and
               free
               ,
            
             
               But
               nought
               at
               all
               he
               gaue
               of
               dowrie
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               last
               it
               chanst
               a
               Prince
               of
               France
               to
               heare
               my
               fame
               .
            
             
               My
               beautie
               braue
               ,
               my
               wit
               was
               blaz'd
               abroad
               each
               where
               .
            
             
               My
               noble
               vertues
               praisde
               me
               to
               my
               fathers
               blame
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               I
               could
               not
               flatter
               did
               lesse
               fauour
               beare
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               this
               worthie
               Prince
               (
               I
               say
               )
               did
               heare
               ,
            
             
               He
               sent
               ambassage
               lik'd
               me
               more
               then
               life
               ,
            
             
               And
               soone
               obtained
               me
               to
               be
               his
               wife
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Prince
               Aganippus
               reau'd
               me
               of
               my
               woe
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               for
               vertues
               sake
               ,
               of
               dowries
               all
               the
               best
               :
            
             
               So
               I
               contented
               was
               to
               France
               my
               father
               fro
            
             
               For
               to
               depart
               ,
               and
               hopt
               t'
               enioy
               some
               greater
               rest
               .
            
             
               Where
               liuing
               well
               belou'd
               ,
               my
               ioyes
               encreast
               :
            
             
               I
               gate
               more
               fauour
               in
               that
               Prince
               his
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Then
               euer
               Princesse
               of
               a
               Princely
               wight
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               while
               that
               I
               these
               ioyes
               so
               well
               enioy'd
               in
               France
               ,
            
             
               My
               father
               Leire
               in
               Britaine
               waxt
               vnwealdie
               old
               .
            
             
               Whereon
               his
               daughters
               more
               themselues
               aloft
               t'
               aduance
            
             
               Desir'd
               the
               Realme
               to
               rule
               it
               as
               they
               wold
               .
            
             
               Their
               former
               loue
               and
               friendship
               waxed
               cold
               ,
            
             
               Their
               husbands
               rebels
               void
               of
               reason
               quite
            
             
               Rose
               vp
               ,
               rebeld
               ,
               bereft
               his
               crowne
               and
               right
               :
            
          
           
             
               Betwixt
               their
               husbands
               twaine
               they
               causde
               him
               to
               agree
            
             
               To
               part
               the
               Realme
               ,
               and
               promist
               him
               a
               gard
            
             
               Of
               sixtie
               Knights
               that
               on
               him
               should
               attendant
               bee
            
             
               But
               in
               sixe
               moneths
               such
               was
               his
               hap
               too
               hard
               ,
            
             
               That
               Gonerell
               of
               his
               retinue
               bard
               .
            
             
               The
               halfe
               of
               them
               ,
               she
               and
               her
               husband
               reft
               :
            
             
               And
               scarce
               allow'd
               the
               other
               halfe
               they
               left
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               thus
               in
               his
               distresse
               he
               lay
               lamenting
               sates
            
             
               When
               as
               my
               sister
               so
               ,
               sought
               all
               his
               vtter
               spoile
               :
            
             
               The
               meaner
               vpstart
               courtiers
               thought
               themselues
               his
               mates
               ,
            
             
               His
               daughter
               him
               disdain'd
               and
               forced
               not
               his
               foile
               .
            
             
               Then
               was
               he
               faine
               for
               succour
               his
               to
               toile
            
             
               With
               halfe
               his
               traine
               ,
               to
               Cornwall
               there
               to
               lie
            
             
               In
               greatest
               need
               ,
               his
               Ragans
               loue
               to
               trie
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               he
               came
               to
               Cornwall
               ,
               she
               with
               ioy
            
             
               Receiued
               him
               ,
               and
               Prince
               Maglaurus
               did
               the
               like
               .
            
             
               There
               he
               abode
               a
               yeare
               ,
               and
               liu'd
               without
               annoy
               :
            
             
               But
               then
               they
               tooke
               all
               his
               retinue
               from
               him
               quite
            
             
               Saue
               only
               ten
               ,
               and
               shew'd
               him
               daily
               spite
               .
            
             
               Which
               he
               bewail'd
               complaining
               durst
               not
               striue
               ,
            
             
               Though
               in
               disdaine
               they
               last
               allow'd
               but
               fiue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               more
               despite
               could
               diuellish
               beasts
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               Then
               ioy
               their
               fathers
               wofull
               daies
               to
               see
               ?
            
             
               What
               vipers
               vile
               could
               so
               their
               King
               despise
               ,
            
             
               Or
               so
               vnkind
               ,
               so
               curst
               ,
               so
               cruell
               bee
               ?
            
             
               Fro
               thence
               againe
               he
               went
               to
               Albany
               ,
            
             
               Where
               they
               bereau'd
               his
               seruants
               all
               saue
               one
               :
            
             
               Bad
               him
               content
               himselfe
               with
               that
               ,
               or
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
               Eke
               at
               what
               time
               he
               ask'd
               of
               them
               to
               haue
               his
               gard
               ,
            
             
               To
               gard
               his
               noble
               grace
               where
               so
               he
               went
               :
            
             
               They
               call'd
               him
               doting
               foole
               ,
               all
               his
               requests
               debard
               ,
            
             
               Demanding
               if
               with
               life
               he
               were
               not
               well
               content
               .
            
             
               Then
               he
               too
               late
               his
               rigour
               did
               repent
            
             
               Gainst
               me
               ,
               my
               sisters
               fawning
               loue
               that
               knew
            
             
               Found
               flattery
               false
               ,
               that
               seem'd
               so
               faire
               in
               vew
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               make
               it
               short
               ,
               to
               France
               he
               came
               at
               last
               to
               mee
               ,
            
             
               And
               told
               me
               how
               my
               sisters
               ill
               their
               father
               vsde
               .
            
             
               Then
               humblie
               I
               besought
               my
               noble
               King
               so
               free
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               would
               aide
               my
               father
               thus
               by
               his
               abusde
               .
            
             
               Who
               nought
               at
               all
               my
               humble
               hest
               refusde
               ,
            
             
               But
               sent
               to
               euery
               coast
               of
               France
               for
               aide
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               King
               Leire
               might
               home
               be
               well
               conueide
               ,
            
          
           
             
               The
               souldiers
               gathered
               from
               each
               quarter
               of
               the
               land
            
             
               Came
               at
               the
               length
               to
               know
               the
               noble
               Princes
               will
               :
            
             
               Who
               did
               commit
               them
               vnto
               captaines
               euery
               band
               .
            
             
               And
               I
               like
               wise
               of
               loue
               and
               reuerent
               meere
               good
               will
            
             
               Desir'd
               my
               Lord
               ,
               he
               would
               not
               take
               it
               ill
            
             
               If
               I
               departed
               for
               a
               space
               withall
               ,
            
             
               To
               take
               a
               part
               ,
               or
               ease
               my
               fathers
               thrall
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               granted
               my
               request
               :
               Thence
               we
               arriued
               here
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               our
               Britaines
               came
               to
               aide
               likewise
               his
               right
            
             
               Full
               many
               subiects
               ,
               good
               and
               stout
               that
               were
               .
            
             
               By
               martiall
               feats
               ,
               and
               force
               ,
               by
               subiects
               sword
               and
               might
               ,
            
             
               The
               British
               Kings
               were
               faine
               to
               yeeld
               our
               right
               .
            
             
               Which
               wonne
               ,
               my
               father
               well
               this
               Realme
               did
               guide
            
             
               Three
               yeares
               in
               peace
               ,
               and
               after
               that
               he
               dide
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               I
               was
               crowned
               Queene
               this
               Realme
               to
               hold
               ,
            
             
               Till
               fiue
               yeares
               past
               I
               did
               this
               Island
               guide
               :
            
             
               I
               had
               the
               Britaines
               at
               what
               becke
               I
               would
               ,
            
             
               Till
               that
               my
               louing
               King
               mine
               Aganippus
               dide
               .
            
             
               But
               then
               my
               seat
               it
               faltered
               on
               each
               side
               .
            
             
               My
               sisters
               sonnes
               began
               with
               me
               to
               iarre
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               crowne
               wag'd
               with
               me
               mortall
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               one
               hight
               Morgan
               Prince
               of
               Albany
               ,
            
             
               And
               Conidagus
               King
               of
               Cornwall
               and
               of
               Wales
               :
            
             
               Both
               which
               at
               once
               prouided
               their
               artillerie
               ,
            
             
               To
               worke
               me
               wofull
               woe
               ,
               and
               mine
               adherents
               bales
               .
            
             
               What
               need
               I
               fill
               thine
               eares
               with
               longer
               tales
               ?
            
             
               They
               did
               preuaile
               by
               might
               and
               power
               ,
               so
               fast
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               was
               taken
               prisoner
               at
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               spitefull
               sort
               they
               vsed
               then
               my
               captiue
               corse
               ,
            
             
               No
               fauour
               shew'd
               to
               me
               ,
               extinct
               was
               mine
               estate
               :
            
             
               Of
               kindred
               ,
               Princes
               ,
               blood
               ,
               or
               peere
               was
               no
               remorce
               ,
            
             
               But
               as
               an
               abiect
               vile
               ,
               and
               worse
               ,
               they
               did
               me
               hate
               .
            
             
               To
               lie
               in
               darke
               some
               dungeon
               was
               my
               fate
            
             
               As
               t'
               were
               a
               thiefe
               ,
               mine
               answeres
               to
               abide
               ,
            
             
               Gainst
               right
               and
               iustice
               ,
               vnder
               Iailours
               guide
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               libertie
               at
               length
               I
               su'd
               to
               subiects
               were
               :
            
             
               But
               they
               kept
               me
               in
               prison
               close
               ,
               deuoid
               of
               trust
            
             
               If
               I
               might
               once
               escape
               ,
               they
               were
               in
               dread
               and
               feare
            
             
               Their
               fawning
               friends
               with
               me
               would
               proue
               vntrue
               and
               iust
               .
            
             
               They
               told
               me
               take
               it
               patiently
               I
               must
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               contented
               that
               I
               had
               my
               life
               :
            
             
               Sith
               with
               their
               mothers
               I
               began
               the
               strife
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereby
               I
               saw
               might
               nothing
               me
               preuaile
               to
               pray
               ,
            
             
               To
               plead
               ,
               or
               proue
               ,
               defend
               ,
               excuse
               ,
               or
               pardon
               craue
               .
            
             
               They
               heard
               me
               not
               ,
               despisde
               my
               plaints
               ,
               sought
               my
               decay
               ,
            
             
               I
               might
               no
               law
               ,
               nor
               loue
               ,
               nor
               right
               ,
               nor
               iustice
               haue
               .
            
             
               No
               friends
               ,
               no
               faith
               ,
               nor
               pitie
               could
               me
               saue
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               was
               from
               all
               hope
               of
               freedome
               bard
               ,
            
             
               Condem'd
               ,
               my
               cause
               like
               neuer
               to
               be
               heard
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Was
               euer
               noble
               Queene
               so
               drencht
               in
               wrecks
               of
               woe
               ,
            
             
               Deposde
               from
               Princely
               power
               ,
               bereft
               of
               libertie
               ,
            
             
               Depriu'd
               of
               all
               these
               worldly
               pompes
               her
               pleasures
               fro
               ,
            
             
               And
               brought
               from
               wealth
               to
               need
               ,
               distresse
               ,
               and
               miserie
               ,
            
             
               From
               Pallace
               proud
               in
               prison
               poore
               to
               lie
               ,
            
             
               From
               Kingdomes
               twaine
               ,
               to
               dungeon
               one
               ,
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               From
               Ladies
               waiting
               ,
               vnto
               vermine
               store
               ?
            
          
           
             
               From
               light
               to
               darke
               ,
               from
               holesome
               aire
               to
               lothsome
               smell
               ,
            
             
               From
               odour
               sweet
               to
               smart
               ,
               from
               ease
               to
               grieuous
               paine
               ,
            
             
               From
               sight
               of
               Princely
               wights
               ,
               to
               place
               where
               theeues
               do
               dwell
               :
            
             
               From
               daintie
               beds
               of
               downe
               ,
               to
               be
               of
               straw
               full
               faine
               :
            
             
               From
               bowers
               of
               heauenly
               hew
               ,
               to
               dens
               of
               daine
               :
            
             
               From
               greatest
               haps
               that
               worldly
               wights
               atchiue
               ,
            
             
               To
               more
               distresse
               then
               any
               wretch
               aliue
               ?
            
          
           
             
               When
               friends
               I
               left
               in
               France
               that
               did
               me
               first
               exalt
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               my
               noble
               King
               ,
               mine
               Aganippus
               true
               :
            
             
               And
               came
               to
               England
               :
               for
               their
               heinous
               facts
               and
               fault
            
             
               Which
               from
               his
               right
               and
               kingdome
               quite
               our
               father
               threw
            
             
               To
               take
               his
               Realme
               :
               to
               raigne
               and
               treason
               knew
            
             
               I
               thinke
               of
               all
               misfortunes
               was
               the
               worst
               :
            
             
               Or
               else
               I
               deeme
               the
               causers
               all
               accurst
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               marke
               my
               haplesse
               fall
               that
               fortune
               did
               me
               send
               ,
            
             
               As
               thus
               in
               prison
               vile
               aliue
               I
               lingring
               lay
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               had
               mourned
               long
               ,
               but
               found
               no
               faithfull
               friend
            
             
               That
               could
               me
               helpe
               ,
               or
               aide
               ,
               or
               comfort
               any
               way
               ,
            
             
               Was
               seru'd
               at
               meat
               as
               those
               that
               Kings
               betray
            
             
               With
               fare
               God
               wot
               was
               simple
               ,
               bare
               ,
               and
               thin
            
             
               Could
               not
               sustaine
               the
               corps
               it
               entred
               in
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               the
               sighes
               ,
               and
               teares
               ,
               and
               plaints
               nigh
               burst
               my
               hea●●
            
             
               And
               place
               ,
               and
               stench
               ,
               and
               fare
               nigh
               poyson'd
               euery
               pore
               :
            
             
               For
               lacke
               of
               friends
               to
               tell
               my
               seas
               of
               guiltlesse
               smart
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               mine
               eies
               had
               sworne
               to
               take
               sweet
               sleepe
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               content
               ,
               sith
               cares
               oppresse
               me
               sore
               ,
            
             
               To
               leaue
               my
               food
               ,
               take
               mourning
               ,
               plaints
               ,
               and
               crie
               ,
            
             
               And
               lay
               me
               downe
               ,
               let
               griefe
               and
               nature
               trie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Thus
               as
               I
               pining
               lay
               ,
               my
               carcasse
               coucht
               on
               straw
               ,
            
             
               And
               felt
               the
               paine
               erst
               neuer
               earthly
               creature
               knew
               :
            
             
               Me
               thought
               by
               night
               a
               grizely
               ghost
               in
               darkes
               I
               saw
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               nearer
               still
               to
               mee
               with
               stealing
               steps
               shee
               drew
               .
            
             
               Shee
               was
               of
               colour
               pale
               and
               deadly
               hew
               ,
            
             
               Her
               clothes
               resembled
               thousand
               kinds
               of
               thrall
            
             
               And
               pictures
               plaine
               of
               hastened
               deathes
               withall
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               musing
               lay
               in
               paines
               ,
               and
               wondred
               what
               she
               was
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               eies
               stood
               still
               ,
               mine
               haire
               rose
               vp
               for
               feare
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               My
               flesh
               it
               shooke
               and
               trembled
               :
               yet
               I
               cride
               (
               alas
               )
            
             
               What
               wight
               art
               thou
               ?
               a
               foe
               ?
               or
               else
               what
               fawning
               frend
               ?
            
             
               If
               death
               thou
               art
               ,
               I
               pray
               thee
               make
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               But
               th'
               art
               not
               death
               .
               Art
               thou
               some
               fury
               sent
               ,
            
             
               My
               woefull
               corps
               ,
               with
               paines
               ,
               to
               more
               torment
               ?
            
          
           
             
               "
               With
               that
               she
               spake
               :
               I
               am
               (
               quoth
               shee
               )
               thy
               friend
               Despaire
               ,
            
             
               "
               Which
               in
               distresse
               each
               worldly
               wight
               with
               speede
               do
               aide
               :
            
             
               "
               I
               rid
               them
               from
               their
               foes
               ,
               if
               I
               to
               them
               repaire
               .
            
             
               "
               Too
               long
               from
               thee
               by
               other
               captiues
               was
               I
               staide
               .
            
             
               "
               Now
               if
               thou
               art
               to
               die
               no
               whit
               afraide
               ,
            
             
               "
               Here
               shalt
               thou
               choose
               of
               Instruments
               (
               behold
               )
            
             
               "
               Shall
               rid
               thy
               restlesse
               life
               ,
               of
               this
               bee
               bold
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               therewithall
               shee
               threw
               her
               garments
               lap
               aside
               ,
            
             
               Vnder
               the
               which
               a
               thousand
               things
               I
               saw
               with
               eies
               :
            
             
               Both
               kniues
               ,
               sharpe
               swords
               ,
               poinadoes
               all
               bedide
            
             
               With
               bloud
               ,
               and
               poisons
               prest
               which
               shee
               could
               well
               deuise
               .
            
             
               "
               There
               is
               no
               hope
               (
               quoth
               shee
               )
               for
               thee
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               get
               thy
               Crowne
               or
               Kingdome
               refte
               againe
               :
            
             
               "
               But
               for
               to
               liue
               long
               lasting
               pining
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Lo
               here
               (
               quoth
               shee
               )
               the
               blade
               that
               
                 Did
                 '
              
               of
               Carthage
               hight
               ,
            
             
               "
               Whereby
               she
               was
               from
               thousand
               pangs
               of
               paine
               let
               passe
               :
            
             
               "
               With
               this
               shee
               slew
               her selfe
               ,
               after
               Aeneas
               flight
               ,
            
             
               "
               When
               hee
               to
               Sea
               from
               Tirian
               shoares
               departed
               was
               .
            
             
               "
               Doe
               choose
               of
               these
               thou
               seest
               from
               woes
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               "
               Or
               bide
               the
               end
               ,
               prolong
               thy
               painefull
               daies
            
             
               "
               And
               I
               am
               pleasde
               from
               thee
               to
               packe
               my
               waies
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               that
               was
               I
               (
               poore
               wretch
               )
               content
               to
               take
               the
               knife
               ,
            
             
               But
               doubtfull
               yet
               to
               die
               ,
               and
               fearefull
               faine
               would
               bide
               .
            
             
               So
               still
               I
               lay
               in
               study
               with
               my selfe
               ,
               at
               bate
               and
               strife
            
             
               What
               thing
               were
               best
               of
               both
               these
               deepe
               extreames
               vntride
               .
            
             
               
                 Good
                 hope
              
               all
               reasons
               of
               Despaire
               denide
               :
            
             
               And
               shee
               againe
               replide
               to
               proue
               it
               best
            
             
               To
               die
               :
               for
               still
               in
               life
               my
               woes
               increast
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shee
               cal'd
               to
               mind
               the
               ioyes
               in
               Fraunce
               I
               whilome
               had
               ,
            
             
               Shee
               told
               me
               what
               a
               troupe
               of
               Ladies
               was
               my
               traine
               :
            
             
               And
               how
               the
               Lords
               of
               Fraunce
               ,
               and
               Britaines
               both
               were
               glad
            
             
               Of
               late
               to
               wait
               on
               mee
               ,
               and
               subiects
               all
               were
               faine
               .
            
             
               Shee
               told
               I
               had
               bin
               Queene
               of
               kingdomes
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               my
               kinsmen
               had
               my
               seat
               and
               Crowne
               .
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               rise
               ,
               for
               euer
               fallen
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               thousand
               things
               beside
               recited
               then
               Despaire
               ,
            
             
               Shee
               told
               the
               woes
               in
               warres
               ,
               that
               I
               had
               heapt
               of
               late
               :
            
             
               Rehearst
               the
               prison
               vile
               in
               steede
               of
               Pallace
               faire
               ,
            
             
               My
               lodging
               low
               ,
               and
               mouldy
               meates
               my
               mouth
               did
               hate
               .
            
             
               Shee
               shewd
               me
               all
               the
               dongeon
               where
               I
               sate
               ,
            
             
               The
               dankish
               walles
               ,
               the
               darkes
               ,
               and
               bade
               mee
               smell
               ,
            
             
               And
               bide
               the
               sauour
               if
               I
               likt
               it
               well
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereby
               I
               wretch
               deuoid
               of
               comfort
               quite
               and
               hope
               ,
            
             
               And
               pleasures
               past
               compard
               with
               present
               paines
               I
               had
               :
            
             
               For
               fatall
               knife
               slipt
               forth
               my
               fearefull
               hand
               did
               grope
               ,
            
             
               Despaire
               in
               this
               to
               aide
               my
               senseles
               limmes
               was
               glad
               ,
            
             
               And
               gaue
               the
               blade
               :
               to
               end
               my
               woes
               she
               bad
               .
            
             
               I
               will
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               but
               first
               with
               all
               my
               hart
            
             
               I
               le
               pray
               to
               Gods
               ,
               reuenge
               my
               woefull
               smart
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               any
               wrong
               deserue
               the
               wrecke
               ,
               I
               pray
               you
               skies
            
             
               And
               starres
               of
               light
               (
               if
               you
               my
               plight
               doe
               rue
               )
            
             
               O
               Phoebus
               cleere
               I
               thee
               beseech
               and
               pray
               likewise
               ,
            
             
               Beare
               witnes
               of
               my
               plaints
               well
               knowne
               to
               Gods
               are
               true
               .
            
             
               You
               see
               from
               whence
               these
               iniuries
               they
               grue
               .
            
             
               Then
               let
               like
               vengeance
               hap
               and
               light
               on
               those
            
             
               Which
               vndeserued
               were
               my
               mortall
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               God
               grant
               immortall
               strife
               betweene
               them
               both
               may
               fall
               ,
            
             
               That
               th'
               one
               the
               other
               may
               ,
               without
               remorce
               ,
               destroy
               :
            
             
               That
               Conidagus
               may
               his
               cosin
               Morgan
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               first
               decreast
               my
               wealth
               ,
               bereft
               my
               ioy
               .
            
             
               I
               pray
               you
               Gods
               he
               neuer
               be
               a
               Roy
               :
            
             
               But
               caytife
               may
               be
               pai'd
               with
               such
               a
               friend
               ,
            
             
               As
               shortly
               may
               him
               bring
               to
               sudden
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Farewell
               my
               Realme
               of
               France
               ,
               farewell
               ,
               Adieu
               ,
            
             
               
                 Adieu
                 mes
                 nobles
                 tous
              
               ,
               and
               England
               now
               farewell
               :
            
             
               Farewell
               Madames
               my
               Ladies
               ,
               
                 car
                 ie
                 suis
                 perdu
              
            
             
               
                 Il
                 me
                 fault
                 aler
                 desespoir
                 m'adonne
                 consell
              
            
             
               
                 De
                 me
                 tuer
              
               ,
               no
               more
               your
               Queene
               farewell
               .
            
             
               My
               cosins
               me
               oppresse
               with
               maine
               and
               might
            
             
               A
               captiue
               poore
               ,
               gainst
               Iustice
               all
               and
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               there
               withall
               the
               sight
               did
               faile
               my
               dazeling
               eyne
               ,
            
             
               I
               nothing
               saw
               saue
               sole
               Despaire
               bad
               me
               dispatch
               :
            
             
               Whom
               I
               beheld
               ,
               she
               caught
               the
               knife
               from
               me
               I
               weene
               .
            
             
               And
               by
               her
               elbow
               carian
               death
               for
               me
               did
               watch
               .
            
             
               Come
               on
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               thou
               hast
               a
               goodly
               catch
               .
            
             
               And
               therewithall
               Despaire
               the
               stroke
               did
               strike
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               I
               di'd
               ,
               a
               damned
               creature
               like
               :
            
          
           
             
               Which
               I
               too
               late
               bewaile
               .
               Let
               those
               aliue
               beware
               ,
            
             
               Let
               not
               the
               losse
               of
               goods
               or
               honors
               them
               constraine
            
             
               To
               play
               the
               fooles
               ,
               and
               take
               such
               carefull
               carke
               and
               care
               ,
            
             
               Or
               to
               despaire
               for
               any
               prison
               ,
               pine
               ,
               and
               paine
               .
            
             
               If
               they
               be
               guiltlesse
               let
               them
               so
               remaine
               .
            
             
               Farre
               greater
               follie
               is
               it
               for
               to
               kill
            
             
               Themselues
               despairing
               ,
               then
               is
               any
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sith
               first
               thereby
               their
               en'mies
               haue
               that
               they
               desire
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               they
               proue
               too
               deadly
               foes
               vnwares
               a
               friend
               :
            
             
               And
               next
               they
               cannot
               liue
               ,
               to
               former
               blisse
               t'spire
               ,
            
             
               If
               God
               do
               bring
               their
               foes
               in
               time
               to
               sudden
               end
               .
            
             
               They
               lastly
               ,
               as
               the
               damned
               wretches
               ,
               send
            
             
               Their
               soules
               thereby
               to
               darkesome
               Stygian
               lake
            
             
               Which
               kill
               the
               corps
               that
               mightie
               Ioue
               did
               make
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             MORGAN
             OF
             ALBANY
             was
             slaine
             at
             Glamorgan
             in
             Wales
             ,
             
               The
               yeare
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             766.
             
          
           
             
               I
               Wot
               not
               well
               what
               reason
               I
               may
               vse
               ,
            
             
               To
               quit
               my selfe
               from
               lasting
               infamie
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               I
               must
               perforce
               my selfe
               accuse
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               in
               fault
               I
               cannot
               it
               denie
               .
            
             
               Remorce
               of
               conscience
               prickes
               my
               heart
               so
               nie
               .
            
             
               And
               me
               torments
               with
               pangs
               of
               pinching
               paine
               ,
            
             
               I
               can
               no
               longer
               me
               from
               speech
               refraine
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               that
               Morgan
               sonne
               of
               Gonerell
            
             
               Th'
               vngratefull
               daughter
               of
               her
               father
               Leire
               :
            
             
               Which
               from
               his
               kingdome
               did
               him
               once
               expell
               ,
            
             
               As
               by
               the
               British
               stories
               may
               appeare
               .
            
             
               Ragan
               and
               she
               conspir'd
               (
               both
               sisters
               were
               )
            
             
               But
               were
               subdu'd
               againe
               and
               causde
               to
               yeeld
            
             
               Their
               fathers
               Crowne
               :
               Cordila
               wan
               the
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               need
               not
               heere
               the
               stories
               all
               recite
               ,
            
             
               It
               were
               too
               long
               ,
               but
               yet
               I
               briefly
               shall
               :
            
             
               The
               cause
               Cordila
               ought
               her
               sisters
               spite
            
             
               Was
               ,
               they
               procur'd
               her
               ,
               and
               their
               fathers
               thrall
               .
            
             
               Yet
               t'
               was
               her
               chance
               at
               length
               t'
               out
               liue
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               Both
               sisters
               elder
               ,
               and
               her
               father
               graue
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               at
               length
               the
               kingdome
               all
               to
               haue
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               time
               was
               I
               ,
               of
               Albany
               ,
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               Call'd
               Scotland
               now
               ,
               and
               eke
               my
               cousin
               then
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Cornwall
               and
               of
               Wales
               ,
               whom
               I
               did
               bring
            
             
               To
               warre
               ,
               against
               Cordila
               and
               her
               men
               :
            
             
               We
               said
               we
               would
               our
               title
               winne
               agen
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               because
               our
               fathers
               had
               it
               yore
               ,
            
             
               We
               ment
               to
               get
               it
               ours
               againe
               therefore
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               must
               confesse
               I
               was
               the
               cause
               of
               warre
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               not
               pleasde
               with
               that
               was
               lotted
               mee
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               our
               minds
               ambitious
               often
               are
            
             
               And
               blinded
               ,
               that
               we
               cannot
               reason
               see
               .
            
             
               We
               thinke
               no
               men
               ,
               but
               Gods
               on
               earth
               we
               bee
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               worse
               are
               we
               then
               beasts
               which
               know
               their
               kind
               :
            
             
               For
               we
               haue
               nought
               but
               mischiefe
               oft
               in
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               thinke
               ,
               if
               so
               we
               may
               our
               willes
               attaine
            
             
               By
               right
               or
               wrong
               ,
               by
               might
               or
               malice
               ,
               we
            
             
               Could
               neuer
               liue
               like
               Fortune
               for
               to
               gaine
               :
            
             
               Or
               if
               on
               foes
               we
               once
               reuenged
               bee
               ,
            
             
               If
               that
               our
               foe-mens
               fall
               we
               chance
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               O
               then
               we
               ioy
               ,
               we
               lift
               our selues
               to
               skie
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               the
               poore
               we
               crucifige
               crie
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               deem'd
               if
               that
               I
               might
               once
               put
               her
               downe
               ,
            
             
               The
               Kingdomes
               all
               were
               Conidags
               and
               mine
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               could
               easly
               after
               win
               the
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               If
               also
               I
               his
               state
               might
               vndermine
               .
            
             
               I
               thought
               ,
               indeed
               ,
               to
               haue
               it
               all
               in
               fine
               :
            
             
               By
               force
               or
               fraud
               I
               did
               intend
               alone
            
             
               To
               sit
               as
               King
               vpon
               the
               Britaine
               throne
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               speake
               in
               few
               ,
               we
               waged
               warre
               so
               long
            
             
               Gainst
               her
               ,
               at
               last
               we
               put
               her
               vnto
               flight
               :
            
             
               We
               warriers
               for
               our
               Aunt
               were
               far
               too
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Pursude
               and
               tooke
               ,
               depriu'd
               her
               of
               her
               right
               .
            
             
               We
               thought
               it
               ours
               what
               so
               we
               wan
               by
               might
               :
            
             
               Eke
               so
               play
               tyrants
               :
               Traitors
               all
               do
               watch
            
             
               To
               get
               by
               spoile
               ,
               and
               count
               their
               owne
               they
               catch
               .
            
          
           
             
               Not
               so
               contented
               were
               we
               with
               the
               pray
               ,
            
             
               But
               fearing
               lest
               she
               should
               recouer
               aide
               :
            
             
               I
               sent
               in
               hast
               to
               prison
               her
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               recourse
               of
               messengers
               denaid
               .
            
             
               Thus
               when
               she
               saw
               her
               Maiestie
               decaid
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               her
               griefes
               and
               sorowes
               daily
               grew
               :
            
             
               In
               prison
               at
               the
               length
               her selfe
               she
               slew
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               caytife
               vile
               ,
               that
               did
               constraine
               a
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               That
               Iustice
               ment
               ,
               her
               kingdome
               to
               forsake
               ?
            
             
               Nay
               traytor
               I
               ,
               her
               cause
               of
               death
               haue
               been
               ,
            
             
               That
               would
               my selfe
               by
               bloodshed
               ruler
               make
               .
            
             
               How
               could
               reuenge
               on
               me
               but
               vengeance
               take
               ?
            
             
               Before
               the
               seat
               of
               God
               her
               blood
               did
               call
            
             
               For
               vengeance
               still
               ,
               and
               so
               procur'd
               my
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               heere
               Gods
               iustice
               :
               see
               my
               treason
               ,
               see
               :
            
             
               Behold
               and
               see
               ,
               to
               raigne
               was
               my
               delight
               :
            
             
               And
               marke
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               mirrour
               heere
               of
               me
               ,
            
             
               Which
               afterward
               was
               seru'd
               by
               iustice
               right
               .
            
             
               We
               wan
               the
               crowne
               betweene
               vs
               both
               in
               fight
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               because
               I
               was
               the
               elder
               sonne
            
             
               Of
               th'
               elder
               Queene
               ,
               I
               claimed
               all
               we
               wonne
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               were
               my
               dealings
               nought
               in
               peace
               and
               warre
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               my
               force
               and
               fortunes
               vsde
               in
               fight
               ,
            
             
               I
               past
               ,
               that
               time
               ,
               the
               Britaines
               all
               by
               farre
               :
            
             
               I
               was
               of
               person
               ,
               fortitude
               ,
               and
               might
            
             
               Both
               comely
               ,
               tall
               ,
               strong
               ,
               seemely
               eke
               in
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               I
               won
               mens
               fauour
               ,
               glorie
               ,
               wealth
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               puft
               with
               pride
               ,
               at
               length
               forgate
               my selfe
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               said
               it
               was
               my
               right
               the
               crowne
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               But
               Conidagus
               stoutly
               it
               deni'd
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               I
               went
               to
               Wales
               ,
               my
               right
               to
               craue
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               mine
               armie
               ,
               and
               to
               haue
               it
               tri'd
               .
            
             
               Where
               long
               we
               fought
               it
               stoutly
               on
               each
               side
               ,
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               last
               vnto
               my
               wofull
               paine
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               depriu'd
               of
               kingdome
               quite
               ,
               and
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               to
               keepe
               in
               memorie
               for
               aye
            
             
               That
               there
               vnfaithfull
               Morgan
               lost
               his
               life
               ,
            
             
               The
               place
               is
               call'd
               Glamorgan
               to
               this
               daye
               .
            
             
               There
               was
               I
               pierst
               to
               death
               with
               fatall
               knife
               :
            
             
               There
               was
               the
               end
               of
               all
               my
               hatefull
               strife
               .
            
             
               So
               Morgan
               ,
               where
               he
               thought
               to
               win
               the
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               Was
               at
               Glamorgan
               traytor
               striken
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Thus
               maist
               thou
               tell
               how
               proud
               ambition
               proues
               ,
            
             
               What
               hap
               haue
               tyrants
               ,
               what
               we
               Traytours
               haue
               :
            
             
               What
               end
               he
               hath
               that
               cruell
               dealing
               loues
               ,
            
             
               What
               subiects
               get
               that
               Diademe
               do
               craue
               .
            
             
               T
               is
               better
               ,
               then
               to
               winne
               ,
               thine
               owne
               to
               saue
               :
            
             
               For
               so
               orethwartly
               trade
               of
               Fortune
               goes
               ,
            
             
               When
               win
               thou
               would'st
               ,
               then
               art
               thou
               sure
               to
               lose
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             IAGO
             DIED
             OF
             THE
             LETHARGIE
             ,
             about
             the
             yeare
             before
             Christ
             ,
             612.
             
          
           
             
               HAue
               I
               oreslept
               my selfe
               ,
               or
               am
               I
               wake
               ?
            
             
               Or
               had'st
               thou
               late
               oreslept
               thy selfe
               that
               wrote
               ?
            
             
               Could'st
               thou
               not
               for
               the
               Letharge
               paines
               to
               take
               :
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               rest
               his
               sleepie
               life
               to
               note
               ?
            
             
               Was
               I
               amongst
               the
               wicked
               wights
               forgote
               ?
            
             
               Well
               then
               ,
               awaked
               sith
               we
               are
               both
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               To
               write
               my
               sleepie
               sinfull
               life
               ,
               take
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               that
               Iago
               ,
               once
               of
               Britaine
               King
               ,
            
             
               That
               ruled
               all
               this
               noble
               British
               Ile
               :
            
             
               No
               fame
               of
               me
               the
               writers
               old
               do
               bring
               ,
            
             
               Because
               my
               life
               and
               gouernment
               was
               vile
               .
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               Higgins
               ,
               heere
               take
               paines
               for
               me
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               Enregester
               my
               mirrour
               to
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               Princes
               may
               my
               vices
               vile
               refraine
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               first
               ,
               a
               while
               ,
               I
               ruled
               well
               the
               land
               ,
            
             
               I
               vsed
               iustice
               ,
               right
               tooke
               regall
               place
               :
            
             
               No
               wight
               but
               found
               iust
               iudgement
               at
               my
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               truth
               durst
               shew
               ,
               without
               rebuke
               ,
               her
               face
               .
            
             
               I
               gaue
               my selfe
               to
               all
               good
               gifts
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               My
               subiects
               liu'd
               in
               rest
               within
               my
               raigne
               :
            
             
               No
               cause
               of
               Prince
               compel'd
               them
               to
               complaine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               as
               in
               calme
               a
               storme
               we
               nothing
               feare
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               the
               seas
               are
               milde
               and
               smooth
               as
               glasse
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               in
               peace
               no
               thought
               of
               warres
               we
               beare
               ,
            
             
               Which
               least
               suppose
               of
               mischiefes
               come
               to
               passe
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               my
               still
               and
               rightfull
               raigning
               was
               .
            
             
               The
               calme
               ,
               a
               tempest
               boads
               :
               the
               shine
               ,
               a
               raine
               :
            
             
               Long
               peace
               ,
               a
               warre
               :
               and
               pleasure
               ,
               pinching
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               rest
               ,
               and
               peace
               ,
               and
               wealth
               abounding
               thoe
               ,
            
             
               Made
               me
               forget
               my
               Iustice
               late
               well
               vsde
               :
            
             
               Forsaking
               vertues
               ,
               vices
               gan
               to
               floe
               ,
            
             
               And
               formernoble
               acts
               I
               quite
               refusde
               .
            
             
               My
               gifts
               ,
               my
               treasures
               ,
               wealth
               and
               will
               misusde
               ,
            
             
               Began
               all
               goodnes
               quite
               at
               length
               disdaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               my
               facts
               with
               filthie
               vices
               staine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Misgouern'd
               both
               my
               Kingdome
               and
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               I
               gaue
               my selfe
               to
               ease
               ,
               to
               sleepe
               ,
               and
               sinne
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               had
               clawbackes
               euen
               at
               Court
               full
               rife
               ,
            
             
               Which
               sought
               by
               outrage
               golden
               gaines
               to
               winne
               .
            
             
               For
               *
               Kings
               no
               sooner
               well
               or
               worse
               beginne
               ,
            
             
               But
               euen
               at
               hand
               the
               good
               or
               bad
               take
               paine
               ,
            
             
               For
               vertues
               sake
               ,
               or
               meede
               ,
               the
               Prince
               to
               traine
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               vices
               grew
               encreasing
               more
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               So
               vertues
               fled
               and
               bad
               their
               friends
               a
               dew
               :
            
             
               Diseases
               bad
               likewise
               ,
               and
               sicknesse
               sore
            
             
               Began
               to
               waxe
               ,
               and
               griefes
               about
               me
               grew
               .
            
             
               I
               may
               full
               well
               my
               naughtie
               surfets
               rue
               ,
            
             
               Which
               pester'd
               so
               at
               length
               my
               drousie
               braine
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               scarce
               from
               sleeping
               ought
               refraine
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               sleepie
               sicknesse
               nam'd
               the
               Lethargie
               ,
            
             
               Opprest
               me
               sore
               ,
               till
               death
               tooke
               life
               away
               :
            
             
               This
               was
               the
               guerdon
               of
               my
               gluttonie
               ,
            
             
               As
               with
               the
               candles
               light
               the
               flie
               doth
               play
               ,
            
             
               Though
               in
               the
               end
               it
               worke
               her
               liues
               decay
               :
            
             
               So
               of
               the
               gluttons
               cup
               so
               long
               I
               drunke
               ,
            
             
               Till
               drown'd
               in
               it
               with
               shamefull
               death
               I
               sunke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Physitians
               wise
               may
               take
               on
               them
               the
               cure
               ,
            
             
               But
               if
               Iehoua
               smite
               the
               Prince
               for
               sin
               ,
            
             
               As
               earst
               of
               me
               ,
               then
               is
               the
               helpe
               vnsure
               ,
            
             
               That
               's
               not
               the
               way
               for
               health
               to
               enter
               in
               .
            
             
               No
               potions
               then
               ,
               nor
               powders
               worth
               a
               pin
               :
            
             
               But
               euen
               as
               we
               ,
               they
               must
               to
               die
               be
               faine
               .
            
             
               Bid
               them
               in
               time
               from
               vices
               now
               refraine
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             FORREX
             WAS
             SLAINE
             by
             his
             brother
             King
             Porrex
             ,
             about
             
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
            
             491.
             
          
           
             
               TO
               tell
               my
               storie
               on
               the
               tragicke
               stage
            
             
               Compeld
               I
               am
               amongst
               the
               rest
               that
               fell
               :
            
             
               I
               may
               complaine
               that
               felt
               god
               Mars
               his
               rage
               ,
            
             
               Alas
               that
               fate
               to
               State
               should
               be
               so
               fell
            
             
               Had
               I
               been
               meaner
               borne
               I
               know
               right
               well
            
             
               There
               had
               no
               enuie
               vndermin'd
               my
               State
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               fortune
               foild
               the
               seat
               whereon
               I
               sate
               .
            
          
           
             
               While
               that
               my
               Kingly
               Sire
               Gorbodug
               raign'd
            
             
               I
               had
               no
               care
               ,
               in
               honor
               I
               did
               liue
               :
            
             
               Would
               God
               I
               had
               in
               that
               estate
               remain'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               vs
               fortune
               wonted
               is
               to
               giue
               ,
            
             
               Good
               hap
               that
               holds
               as
               water
               in
               a
               siue
               :
            
             
               She
               showes
               a
               glimpse
               of
               thousand
               ioyes
               ,
               and
               moe
               ,
            
             
               Which
               hides
               in
               it
               ten
               thousand
               seas
               of
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               hatefull
               hellish
               hag
               of
               vglie
               hue
               ,
            
             
               With
               rustie
               teeth
               and
               meygre
               corps
               misshape
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               that
               monstervile
               ,
               the
               worst
               in
               view
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               some
               call
               
                 Discord
                 ,
                 enuie
                 ,
                 ire
              
               and
               hate
               :
            
             
               She
               set
               my
               brother
               first
               with
               me
               at
               bate
               :
            
             
               When
               we
               fiue
               yeares
               had
               raigned
               ioyntly
               well
               ,
            
             
               By
               her
               entisements
               ,
               foule
               at
               strife
               we
               fell
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               We
               liu'd
               that
               space
               well
               in
               this
               noble
               I
               le
               ,
            
             
               Diuided
               well
               we
               ioyntly
               did
               enioy
            
             
               The
               Princely
               seat
               ,
               while
               Fortune
               faire
               did
               smile
               ,
            
             
               Without
               disdaine
               ,
               hate
               ,
               discord
               or
               anoy
               :
            
             
               Euen
               as
               our
               father
               raign'd
               the
               noble
               Roy
            
             
               In
               wealth
               ,
               peace
               ,
               praise
               ,
               purport
               ,
               renowne
               and
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Without
               the
               blots
               of
               euerlasting
               blame
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               ambition
               bleared
               both
               our
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               hastie
               hate
               had
               brother-hood
               bereft
               :
            
             
               We
               friendship
               faire
               and
               concord
               did
               despise
               ,
            
             
               And
               far
               a
               part
               from
               vs
               we
               wisdome
               left
               :
            
             
               Forsooke
               each
               other
               at
               the
               greatest
               heft
               .
            
             
               To
               rule
               the
               kingdome
               both
               we
               left
               ,
               and
               fell
            
             
               To
               warring
               ,
               iarring
               like
               two
               hounds
               of
               hell
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               bounds
               we
               banded
               first
               on
               either
               side
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               incroach
               each
               one
               on
               others
               right
               .
            
             
               T'
               inlarge
               the
               limits
               of
               our
               kingdome
               wide
               ,
            
             
               We
               would
               not
               sticke
               oft
               times
               in
               field
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               The
               wretched
               ground
               had
               so
               bewitcht
               our
               sight
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               *
               the
               earth
               that
               once
               shall
               eate
               vs
               all
               ,
            
             
               Is
               th'
               only
               cause
               of
               many
               Princes
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               *
               On
               th'
               earth
               we
               greeue
               the
               ground
               for
               filthie
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               On
               th'
               earth
               we
               close
               the
               earth
               t'
               inlarge
               our
               land
               ,
            
             
               In
               th'
               earth
               we
               moile
               with
               hunger
               ,
               care
               ,
               and
               paine
               ,
            
             
               We
               cut
               ,
               we
               dig
               thence
               siluer
               ,
               gold
               ,
               and
               sand
               .
            
             
               Into
               her
               bowels
               by
               the
               force
               of
               hand
               ,
            
             
               With
               steele
               and
               iron
               we
               do
               dig
               profound
               ,
            
             
               Working
               her
               woe
               to
               make
               our
               ioyes
               abound
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               th'
               earth
               forget
               we
               God
               ,
               (
               vnfaithfull
               fooles
               )
            
             
               For
               ground
               forsake
               we
               faith
               and
               all
               our
               friends
               :
            
             
               For
               th'
               earth
               we
               set
               our selues
               to
               subtill
               schooles
               ,
            
             
               Of
               ground
               like
               swine
               we
               seeke
               the
               farthest
               ends
               .
            
             
               We
               spoile
               the
               ground
               that
               all
               our
               liuing
               lends
               ,
            
             
               Of
               ground
               to
               winne
               a
               plat
               a
               while
               to
               dwell
            
             
               We
               venter
               liues
               ,
               and
               send
               our
               soules
               to
               hell
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               If
               we
               behold
               the
               substance
               of
               a
               man
               ,
            
             
               How
               he
               is
               made
               of
               Elements
               by
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Of
               earth
               ,
               of
               water
               ,
               aire
               ,
               and
               fire
               :
               than
            
             
               We
               would
               full
               often
               call
               vnto
               our
               mind
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               our
               earthly
               ioyes
               we
               leaue
               behind
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               we
               passe
               to
               th'
               earth
               we
               turne
               to
               rot
               :
            
             
               Our
               pompe
               ,
               our
               pride
               ,
               and
               glorie
               is
               forgot
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               fire
               first
               receiues
               his
               heate
               againe
               ,
            
             
               The
               aire
               the
               breath
               bereaues
               away
               by
               right
               :
            
             
               The
               watrie
               and
               the
               earthly
               parts
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Elements
               composed
               scarce
               so
               light
               .
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               ground
               a
               place
               is
               for
               them
               dight
               .
            
             
               The
               moistures
               drie
               ,
               the
               bones
               consume
               to
               dust
               ,
            
             
               The
               wormes
               with
               flesh
               suffice
               their
               greedie
               lust
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               we
               forget
               our
               composition
               old
               ,
            
             
               Both
               whence
               we
               came
               ,
               and
               whereunto
               we
               shall
               :
            
             
               We
               scarce
               remember
               we
               be
               made
               of
               mould
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               the
               earth
               againe
               consumeth
               all
               .
            
             
               This
               great
               forgetfulnes
               breeds
               Princes
               thrall
               .
            
             
               While
               present
               ioyes
               we
               gaze
               vpon
               ,
               meane
               while
            
             
               A
               fading
               blisse
               doth
               all
               our
               wits
               beguile
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               this
               I
               speake
               to
               th'
               end
               it
               may
               aduise
            
             
               All
               Princes
               great
               ,
               and
               noble
               peeres
               that
               are
               ,
            
             
               To
               learne
               by
               me
               the
               rather
               to
               be
               wise
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               abandon
               hate
               and
               malice
               farre
               .
            
             
               To
               banish
               all
               ambitious
               bloodie
               warre
               :
            
             
               To
               liue
               content
               in
               peace
               ,
               with
               their
               estate
               :
            
             
               For
               *
               mischiefe
               flowes
               from
               discord
               and
               debate
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               I
               le
               tell
               what
               discord
               vile
               hath
               done
            
             
               To
               me
               King
               Forrex
               .
               Thus
               the
               case
               it
               stood
               :
            
             
               I
               thought
               indeed
               to
               haue
               some
               castles
               wonne
            
             
               And
               holds
               ,
               which
               were
               my
               brothers
               ,
               strong
               and
               good
               .
            
             
               So
               might
               I
               intercept
               his
               vitailes
               ,
               forrage
               ,
               food
               ,
            
             
               Abate
               his
               pride
               ,
               obtaine
               the
               kingdome
               all
               :
            
             
               Me
               thought
               the
               halfe
               a
               portion
               was
               too
               small
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ther
               's
               no
               man
               takes
               an
               enterprise
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               But
               he
               perswades
               himselfe
               it
               is
               not
               ill
               :
            
             
               He
               hath
               of
               reasons
               eke
               in
               steed
               to
               stand
            
             
               As
               he
               supposeth
               framed
               wise
               by
               skill
               .
            
             
               So
               I
               was
               led
               by
               reason
               rude
               ,
               to
               kill
            
             
               My
               brother
               ,
               if
               I
               caught
               him
               at
               the
               nicke
               ,
            
             
               Because
               the
               quarrell
               first
               he
               gan
               to
               picke
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               because
               I
               was
               the
               elder
               Prince
               ,
            
             
               The
               elder
               sonne
               ,
               and
               heire
               vnto
               the
               crowne
               :
            
             
               Me
               thought
               no
               law
               ,
               nor
               reason
               could
               conuince
            
             
               Me
               from
               the
               fact
               ,
               though
               I
               did
               beat
               him
               downe
               .
            
             
               This
               was
               my
               way
               to
               winne
               and
               reape
               renowne
               .
            
             
               I
               did
               prouide
               an
               armie
               strong
               for
               field
               ,
            
             
               Not
               farre
               from
               where
               I
               hop'd
               to
               cause
               him
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               sundrie
               sharpe
               assaults
               on
               each
               we
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               On
               purpose
               both
               enflamed
               for
               to
               fight
               :
            
             
               We
               had
               in
               parle
               heard
               the
               counsell
               graue
            
             
               Of
               wise
               and
               worthie
               men
               ,
               perswading
               right
               .
            
             
               It
               pitie
               was
               (
               they
               said
               )
               so
               foule
               a
               sight
            
             
               That
               brethren
               twaine
               ,
               both
               Princes
               of
               a
               land
               ,
            
             
               Should
               take
               at
               home
               such
               wofull
               warres
               in
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               where
               ambition
               dwelles
               is
               no
               remorce
               ,
            
             
               No
               countries
               loue
               ,
               no
               kindred
               holden
               kind
               ,
            
             
               No
               feare
               of
               God
               ,
               no
               sentence
               wise
               of
               force
            
             
               To
               turne
               the
               heart
               ,
               or
               mollifie
               the
               mind
               .
            
             
               Good
               words
               are
               counted
               wasting
               of
               your
               wind
               .
            
             
               The
               gaine
               proposde
               ,
               the
               crowne
               and
               scepter
               hie
               ,
            
             
               Are
               th'
               only
               things
               where
               at
               men
               gaze
               and
               prie
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               my
               brother
               for
               to
               end
               the
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Thought
               best
               to
               worke
               the
               surest
               way
               to
               win
               :
            
             
               He
               found
               the
               meanes
               to
               take
               away
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               Before
               which
               time
               the
               warres
               could
               neuer
               lin
               .
            
             
               How
               much
               might
               better
               both
               contented
               bin
               !
            
             
               For
               *
               hope
               will
               slip
               ,
               and
               hold
               is
               hard
               to
               snatch
               .
            
             
               Where
               blood
               embrues
               the
               hands
               that
               come
               to
               catch
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Thus
               our
               ambition
               bred
               our
               subiects
               smart
               ,
            
             
               Our
               broiles
               powr'd
               out
               their
               guiltlesse
               blood
               on
               ground
               :
            
             
               Which
               vile
               deuice
               of
               mine
               ambitious
               heart
            
             
               Procured
               Ioue
               my
               purpose
               to
               confound
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               beware
               ye
               wights
               whose
               wealths
               abound
               ,
            
             
               Content
               your selues
               in
               peace
               to
               spend
               your
               daies
               ,
            
             
               By
               vertues
               good
               aloft
               your
               names
               to
               raise
               :
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             PORREX
             WHICH
             SLEW
             HIS
             brother
             ,
             was
             slaine
             by
             his
             owne
             
               mother
               and
               her
               maidens
               ,
               about
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
               ,
            
             491.
             
          
           
             
               CAn
               cursed
               Caine
               that
               caitiue
               scuse
               himselfe
               ,
            
             
               That
               slew
               his
               brother
               Abel
               innocent
               ?
            
             
               Or
               Typhon
               who
               for
               state
               and
               worldly
               pelfe
            
             
               His
               deare
               Osiris
               downe
               to
               Lymbo
               sent
               ?
            
             
               King
               Dardan
               then
               to
               do
               the
               like
               may
               trie
               ,
            
             
               They
               slew
               their
               brethren
               each
               :
               and
               so
               did
               I.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               witch
               Medaea
               rent
               in
               pieces
               small
            
             
               Absirtus
               limbes
               her
               brother
               ,
               did
               not
               she
               ?
            
             
               She
               threw
               him
               in
               the
               way
               dismembred
               all
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               her
               fathers
               iourney
               stai'd
               might
               be
               .
            
             
               Orodes
               slew
               his
               brother
               Mithridate
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               did
               I
               my
               brother
               in
               debate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Learchus
               slew
               his
               brother
               for
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               So
               did
               Cambrses
               fearing
               much
               the
               dreame
               :
            
             
               Antiochus
               of
               infamous
               renowne
            
             
               His
               brother
               slew
               ,
               to
               rule
               alone
               the
               Realme
               .
            
             
               Ardieus
               did
               the
               like
               for
               Kingdomes
               sake
               :
            
             
               So
               I
               my
               brothers
               life
               away
               did
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Mempricius
               Iewde
               of
               life
               likewise
               did
               kill
            
             
               His
               brother
               Manlius
               ,
               for
               the
               same
               intent
               :
            
             
               These
               Princes
               vile
               were
               brother
               slayers
               ill
               ,
            
             
               For
               kingdomes
               sake
               vnnaturally
               bent
               .
            
             
               But
               reade
               the
               stories
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               find
               it
               plaine
            
             
               The
               bloodie
               wretches
               all
               were
               after
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Euen
               so
               I
               Porrex
               eke
               ,
               which
               slew
               my
               brother
               ,
            
             
               And
               ruled
               once
               the
               Britaine
               land
               with
               him
               ,
            
             
               Vnkindly
               kil'd
               was
               by
               my
               cruell
               mother
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               her
               maideus
               chopt
               me
               euery
               limme
               .
            
             
               As
               I
               lay
               sleeping
               on
               my
               bed
               at
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Into
               my
               chamber
               full
               and
               whole
               they
               prest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Appointed
               well
               they
               were
               with
               weapons
               sharpe
               ,
            
             
               And
               boldly
               laid
               on
               me
               with
               all
               their
               might
               :
            
             
               Oft
               quite
               and
               cleane
               they
               thrust
               me
               through
               the
               hart
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               my
               corps
               each
               where
               their
               weapons
               light
               .
            
             
               They
               chopt
               me
               small
               (
               I
               say
               )
               as
               flesh
               to
               pot
               ,
            
             
               And
               threw
               me
               out
               ,
               my
               limbes
               yet
               trembling
               hot
               .
            
          
           
             
               Can
               I
               complaine
               of
               this
               reuenge
               she
               raught
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               I
               procur'd
               the
               slaughter
               of
               her
               sonne
               ?
            
             
               Can
               I
               excuse
               my selfe
               deuoid
               of
               faut
               ,
            
             
               Which
               my
               deare
               Prince
               and
               brother
               had
               fordonne
               ?
            
             
               No
               ;
               t
               is
               too
               true
               that
               *
               who
               so
               slayes
               a
               King
            
             
               Incurres
               reproch
               ,
               and
               slaughter
               blood
               doth
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               traytors
               to
               their
               Prince
               haue
               alwaies
               bin
            
             
               As
               slayers
               of
               their
               parents
               ,
               vipers
               brood
               :
            
             
               The
               killers
               of
               their
               brothers
               ,
               friends
               ,
               and
               kin
               ,
            
             
               In
               like
               degree
               well
               nigh
               of
               treason
               stood
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               by
               this
               win
               they
               ,
               saue
               death
               ,
               defame
               ,
            
             
               Distaine
               their
               blood
               ,
               and
               shroud
               themselues
               with
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Example
               take
               you
               Princes
               of
               this
               land
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               of
               discord
               ,
               shun
               ambitious
               pride
               :
            
             
               By
               right
               take
               ye
               the
               scepter
               in
               your
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Let
               not
               your
               sword
               with
               soueraignes
               blood
               be
               dide
               .
            
             
               The
               mightie
               Ioue
               ,
               that
               raignes
               eternall
               aye
               ,
            
             
               Cuts
               off
               the
               Kings
               that
               enter
               in
               that
               waye
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Vsurpers
               may
               perswade
               themselues
               a
               while
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               God
               ,
               no
               lawes
               of
               sacred
               crowne
               :
            
             
               No
               wrong
               they
               do
               ,
               no
               murther
               seemeth
               vile
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               no
               respect
               of
               Princely
               high
               renowne
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               they
               could
               consider
               well
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               not
               so
               aspire
               to
               Princes
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               would
               example
               take
               by
               Lucifer
               ,
            
             
               That
               was
               cast
               downe
               ,
               the
               father
               first
               of
               pride
               :
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               impes
               how
               high
               so
               ere
               they
               were
               ,
            
             
               Vsurping
               Realmes
               and
               Kingdomes
               far
               and
               wide
               .
            
             
               From
               light
               to
               darke
               ,
               from
               throne
               to
               thrall
               they
               fell
               :
            
             
               From
               bale
               to
               blisse
               and
               downe
               from
               heauen
               to
               hell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sufficient
               heere
               is
               said
               to
               warne
               the
               wise
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               by
               prudence
               oft
               forecasts
               the
               doubt
               :
            
             
               The
               foole
               is
               bent
               all
               warnings
               to
               despise
               ,
            
             
               He
               runneth
               headlong
               with
               the
               rascall
               rout
               .
            
             
               Then
               if
               thou
               cast
               to
               liue
               at
               rest
               a
               subiect
               good
               ,
            
             
               Touch
               not
               the
               Prince
               ,
               crowne
               ,
               scepter
               ,
               nor
               his
               blood
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             PINNAR
             WAS
             SLAINE
             IN
             BATtaile
             by
             
               Mulmucius
               Donwallo
            
             ,
             about
             
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             441.
             
          
           
             
               MIght
               oftentimes
               right
               ouerrunnes
               too
               fast
               ,
            
             
               Right
               after
               comes
               and
               hopes
               to
               haue
               his
               owne
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               he
               ouertakes
               might
               at
               the
               last
               ;
            
             
               Then
               is
               the
               truth
               of
               all
               the
               quarrell
               knowne
               .
            
             
               Men
               neuer
               reape
               no
               other
               ,
               then
               was
               sowne
               ,
            
             
               If
               good
               be
               gaine
               ,
               the
               better
               comes
               the
               crop
               ,
            
             
               The
               grape
               growes
               on
               the
               vine
               and
               not
               the
               hop
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Of
               this
               now
               spoken
               ,
               this
               would
               I
               inferre
               ,
            
             
               Men
               may
               by
               might
               a
               kingdome
               long
               withhold
            
             
               Not
               due
               to
               them
               :
               but
               they
               far
               better
               were
            
             
               To
               yeeld
               vnto
               the
               right
               ,
               what
               reason
               would
               .
            
             
               Good
               mettals
               bides
               the
               touch
               ,
               which
               tries
               the
               gold
               ,
            
             
               When
               copper
               counted
               counterfeit
               in
               cast
               ,
            
             
               Is
               deem'd
               but
               drosse
               and
               called
               in
               at
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               that
               Pinnar
               ,
               who
               when
               Brutus
               blood
            
             
               Extincted
               was
               in
               bloodie
               Porrex
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Princes
               in
               contention
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               the
               Britaine
               throne
               by
               right
               should
               raigne
            
             
               Mongst
               whom
               by
               might
               a
               part
               I
               did
               obtaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               part
               of
               Albion
               call'd
               Logria
               hight
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               long
               time
               vsurpe
               against
               all
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               Stater
               who
               stept
               into
               the
               Scottish
               throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               Rudacke
               ,
               that
               vsurpt
               the
               Cambrian
               crowne
            
             
               Their
               minds
               to
               mine
               did
               frame
               and
               ioyn'd
               in
               one
               ,
            
             
               To
               keepe
               the
               Cornish
               Prince
               stout
               Cloten
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Twixt
               whom
               and
               vs
               in
               fighting
               ,
               for
               renowne
            
             
               Faire
               Ladie
               Albion
               Europes
               wondred
               Ile
               ,
            
             
               Rob'd
               of
               her
               beautie
               was
               ,
               alas
               the
               while
               .
            
          
           
             
               Duke
               Cloten
               ,
               though
               a
               man
               of
               worthie
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Who
               claim'd
               the
               crowne
               as
               due
               to
               him
               by
               right
               :
            
             
               Could
               not
               preuaile
               till
               death
               did
               end
               his
               daies
               ,
            
             
               His
               sonne
               Mulmucius
               that
               vndaunted
               Knight
            
             
               Pursu'd
               his
               fathers
               claime
               with
               all
               his
               might
               ,
            
             
               And
               meeting
               vs
               in
               many
               a
               bloodie
               field
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               in
               manly
               fight
               did
               make
               vs
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               Lion-like
               himselfe
               with
               his
               tall
               troope
            
             
               Of
               nimble
               Cornish
               met
               vs
               on
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               his
               conquering
               arme
               did
               cause
               vs
               stoope
               ,
            
             
               The
               price
               of
               treason
               I
               with
               blood
               did
               pay
               ,
            
             
               My
               wrong
               deem'd
               right
               appear'd
               in
               my
               decay
               .
            
             
               Who
               so
               by
               violence
               scales
               the
               throne
               of
               State
               ,
            
             
               Seldome
               sits
               sure
               ,
               but
               falles
               by
               violent
               fate
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             STATER
             OF
             SCOTLAND
             was
             slaine
             by
             
               Mulmucius
               Donwallo
               ,
               about
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
               ,
            
             441.
             
          
           
             
               DEsist
               not
               in
               histories
               truly
               to
               tell
            
             
               The
               fall
               of
               vsurpers
               the
               mirrours
               of
               pride
               .
            
             
               Recite
               of
               our
               treasons
               ,
               and
               how
               that
               we
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Intruders
               vntrustie
               the
               Realme
               for
               to
               guide
               :
            
             
               Of
               wit
               and
               of
               reason
               recklesse
               and
               wide
               ,
            
             
               That
               tooke
               so
               vpon
               vs
               to
               rule
               all
               the
               land
               ,
            
             
               No
               Princes
               presum'd
               yet
               with
               scepter
               in
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               stately
               I
               Stater
               of
               Scotland
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               Did
               beare
               me
               full
               stoutly
               when
               I
               had
               the
               crowne
               :
            
             
               And
               what
               a
               great
               armie
               of
               Scots
               I
               did
               bring
               ,
            
             
               Against
               Lord
               Donwallo
               ,
               of
               noble
               renowne
               .
            
             
               I
               deemed
               dame
               Fortune
               would
               neuer
               so
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               Who
               made
               me
               a
               Prince
               ,
               that
               kingdome
               my
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Of
               late
               but
               a
               subiect
               and
               simple
               of
               sway
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               heere
               now
               behold
               how
               steadie
               the
               state
            
             
               Of
               climbers
               aloft
               is
               aboue
               their
               degree
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               they
               do
               fall
               from
               fortune
               to
               fate
               ,
            
             
               Example
               are
               such
               as
               my
               fellow
               and
               me
               .
            
             
               The
               fruit
               giues
               a
               taste
               of
               the
               sap
               of
               the
               tree
               ,
            
             
               The
               seed
               of
               the
               herbe
               ,
               the
               grape
               of
               the
               vine
               :
            
             
               The
               worke
               wrayes
               the
               man
               ,
               seeme
               he
               neuer
               so
               fine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               I
               had
               leuied
               an
               armie
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               I
               ioyned
               with
               Pinnar
               ,
               my
               power
               to
               preuaile
               :
            
             
               And
               Rudacke
               of
               Wales
               came
               eke
               with
               his
               might
               ,
            
             
               
                 Mulmucius
                 Donwallo
              
               the
               King
               to
               assaile
               .
            
             
               Our
               purpose
               the
               Prince
               by
               prowes
               did
               quaile
               ,
            
             
               Which
               came
               out
               of
               Corne
               wall
               ,
               vs
               vanquisht
               in
               field
               ,
            
             
               Our
               souldiers
               were
               slaughterd
               ,
               or
               forced
               to
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               fortune
               I
               blame
               thee
               ,
               my selfe
               more
               vn
               wise
               :
            
             
               Thou
               gau'st
               me
               a
               kingdome
               ,
               with
               life
               I
               it
               lost
               .
            
             
               My
               souldiers
               were
               killed
               before
               mine
               owne
               eies
               ,
            
             
               Or
               forced
               to
               yeeld
               ,
               or
               abandon
               the
               coast
               .
            
             
               I
               need
               not
               of
               honor
               or
               dignitie
               boast
               ,
            
             
               Or
               tell
               of
               my
               triumphes
               ,
               or
               crake
               of
               my
               crowne
               :
            
             
               *
               The
               vaunt
               of
               vsurpers
               is
               void
               of
               renowne
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             RVDACKE
             OF
             WALES
             WAS
             slaine
             by
             
               Mulmucius
               Donwallo
            
             about
             
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             441.
             
          
           
             
               RVde
               are
               the
               reuelles
               royaltie
               that
               rape
               ,
            
             
               Restlesse
               the
               raignes
               of
               rebels
               in
               the
               robe
               ,
            
             
               Reck
               lesse
               the
               rage
               where
               crueltie
               doth
               scrape
               ,
            
             
               Roundnesse
               esteem'd
               but
               little
               of
               the
               globe
               ,
            
             
               No
               man
               ambitious
               prudent
               with
               the
               probe
               ,
            
             
               Crownerape
               accounted
               but
               cunning
               and
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Bloodshead
               a
               blockehouse
               to
               beate
               away
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               rudenesse
               of
               rebels
               reaching
               the
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               May
               be
               compar'd
               to
               Bladhuds
               fond
               diuice
               .
            
             
               Better
               sit
               still
               then
               fall
               so
               far
               adowne
               ,
            
             
               By
               my
               mishaps
               let
               other
               men
               be
               wise
               .
            
             
               My selfe
               of
               climbing
               haue
               pai'd
               well
               the
               price
               ,
            
             
               That
               rudely
               in
               throne
               my selfe
               did
               install
            
             
               Aloft
               ,
               not
               regarding
               how
               low
               I
               might
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               Britaine
               was
               restlesse
               ,
               wanting
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               Forrex
               hight
               and
               Porrex
               both
               were
               slaine
               )
            
             
               The
               land
               many
               peeres
               ambitious
               did
               wring
               ,
            
             
               Endeuouring
               each
               the
               Kingdome
               to
               gaine
               .
            
             
               The
               heires
               to
               forsake
               it
               wrong
               did
               constraine
               ,
            
             
               The
               subiects
               were
               armed
               ,
               we
               nobles
               did
               striue
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               we
               amongst
               vs
               diuision
               contriue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               recklesse
               we
               were
               when
               all
               was
               at
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               each
               had
               a
               kingdome
               allotted
               his
               part
               :
            
             
               The
               vice
               of
               the
               subiects
               daily
               increast
               ,
            
             
               And
               iustice
               and
               right
               were
               laid
               quite
               apart
               .
            
             
               The
               lawes
               ouerlashed
               by
               couine
               and
               craft
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               that
               did
               gouerne
               did
               winke
               at
               this
               geare
               :
            
             
               The
               worser
               thereby
               ,
               our
               faithfull
               friends
               were
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               ball
               that
               dame
               Fortune
               emparteth
               of
               blisse
            
             
               Is
               golden
               to
               gaze
               on
               ,
               but
               voluble
               round
               :
            
             
               If
               once
               of
               your
               handfast
               in
               holding
               you
               misse
               ,
            
             
               Away
               then
               it
               roleth
               ,
               and
               you
               are
               on
               ground
               .
            
             
               Of
               watchers
               thereon
               so
               many
               abound
               ,
            
             
               And
               catchers
               thereat
               ,
               with
               snatching
               therefore
               ,
            
             
               That
               if
               once
               you
               leese
               it
               ,
               you
               catch
               it
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Chirurgian
               that
               taketh
               a
               wound
               for
               to
               cure
               ,
            
             
               If
               skilfull
               and
               carefull
               he
               searcheth
               it
               furst
               :
            
             
               The
               sea-man
               doth
               sound
               to
               take
               the
               depth
               sure
               ,
            
             
               By
               wisdome
               well
               taught
               for
               feare
               of
               the
               worst
               .
            
             
               But
               our
               vile
               ambition
               ,
               blind
               ,
               blockish
               ,
               accurst
               ,
            
             
               Not
               prouing
               the
               sore
               ,
               nor
               reckoning
               the
               sound
               ,
            
             
               Our
               ships
               and
               our
               science
               we
               sinke
               and
               confound
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ambition
               out
               searcheth
               to
               glorie
               the
               greece
               ,
            
             
               The
               staire
               to
               estate
               ,
               the
               graple
               of
               grace
               :
            
             
               But
               in
               her
               is
               hid
               of
               perill
               a
               peece
               ,
            
             
               Which
               all
               our
               attempts
               doth
               dimme
               and
               deface
               .
            
             
               We
               do
               enioy
               her
               vaine
               ioyes
               but
               a
               space
               ,
            
             
               Short
               ,
               brittle
               as
               glasse
               :
               false
               faire
               giuing
               light
               :
            
             
               Not
               golden
               ,
               though
               glittring
               braue
               in
               the
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               she
               hath
               brought
               vs
               vnto
               the
               throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               hath
               fraught
               vs
               with
               honor
               at
               fill
               :
            
             
               Then
               there
               to
               sit
               stedie
               and
               rule
               all
               alone
            
             
               We
               racke
               our
               deuices
               ,
               and
               send
               with
               our
               skill
               .
            
             
               We
               cut
               off
               occursions
               ;
               we
               prole
               ,
               pole
               ,
               and
               pill
               :
            
             
               We
               bolster
               ,
               we
               band
               out
               ,
               to
               bribe
               ,
               banish
               ,
               slay
            
             
               The
               pillers
               of
               prudence
               that
               stand
               in
               our
               way
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Our
               race
               is
               then
               restles
               ,
               our
               sleeping
               vnsound
               :
            
             
               Our
               waking
               is
               warfare
               ,
               our
               walking
               hath
               woe
               :
            
             
               Our
               talking
               is
               trustles
               ,
               our
               cares
               doe
               abound
               :
            
             
               Our
               fauners
               deemd
               faithfull
               ,
               and
               friendshippe
               a
               foe
               .
            
             
               Which
               troubles
               our
               fancies
               so
               tost
               to
               and
               froo
               ,
            
             
               That
               scarcely
               wee
               neuer
               inioy
               any
               rest
            
             
               Tormented
               ,
               whom
               Fortune
               exalted
               and
               blest
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               thing
               can
               I
               witnesse
               what
               troubles
               ensue
               .
            
             
               What
               cares
               doe
               vs
               compas
               enhaunsed
               aloft
               :
            
             
               I
               therefore
               wish
               rebels
               to
               take
               better
               view
            
             
               Of
               the
               falles
               of
               iutruders
               ,
               recorded
               so
               oft
               .
            
             
               Who
               climeth
               so
               high
               his
               fall
               is
               not
               soft
               .
            
             
               If
               once
               hee
               doe
               stagger
               or
               falter
               aside
               ,
            
             
               He
               cannot
               recouer
               the
               rest
               for
               to
               guide
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               I
               who
               with
               others
               did
               thinke
               my selfe
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Here
               ruled
               the
               realme
               ,
               there
               fell
               out
               a
               flawe
               :
            
             
               Donwallo
               did
               seeke
               the
               Crowne
               to
               procure
               ,
            
             
               Alleaging
               a
               title
               thereto
               by
               the
               lawe
               .
            
             
               Who
               ,
               when
               to
               field
               our
               powers
               we
               did
               draw
               ,
            
             
               Came
               straight
               with
               an
               hoast
               prepared
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               With
               sword
               for
               to
               trie
               out
               whose
               title
               was
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               number
               was
               great
               ,
               our
               title
               vniust
               :
            
             
               Our
               consciences
               guilty
               ,
               our
               soudiers
               agast
               :
            
             
               Donwallo
               with
               honour
               had
               souldiers
               of
               trust
               :
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               was
               friendly
               to
               them
               as
               they
               past
               .
            
             
               They
               slew
               of
               our
               men
               by
               manhood
               full
               fast
               ,
            
             
               Or
               forst
               them
               to
               flie
               :
               in
               the
               field
               wee
               were
               faine
            
             
               T'
               oppose
               them
               (
               poore
               Princes
               )
               and
               so
               we
               were
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               Pinnar
               ,
               then
               Stater
               ,
               I
               Rudacke
               likewise
            
             
               At
               last
               was
               with
               number
               oppressed
               dispatcht
               .
            
             
               Let
               Lordings
               beware
               how
               aloft
               they
               doe
               rise
               ,
            
             
               By
               Princes
               and
               commons
               their
               climing
               is
               watcht
               .
            
             
               No
               sooner
               they
               haue
               at
               the
               scepter
               once
               snatcht
               ,
            
             
               But
               guilty
               themselues
               they
               deeme
               worthy
               to
               die
               ,
            
             
               And
               Gods
               powerfull
               iustice
               such
               sentence
               doth
               hie
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THE
             NOBLE
             King
             Brennus
             ,
             after
             many
             triumphant
             
               victories
               ,
               at
               the
               siege
               of
               Delphos
               in
               Greece
               slew
            
             himselfe
             ,
             about
             the
             yeare
             before
             Christ
             ,
             375.
             
          
           
             
               AMongst
               the
               noble
               martiall
               worthy
               men
               ,
            
             
               Renowned
               farre
               ,
               victorious
               great
               of
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Though
               Authors
               sound
               my
               praise
               :
               eftsoones
               agen
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Britaine
               Princes
               write
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               that
               Britaine
               once
               that
               Brennus
               had
               to
               name
               :
            
             
               My
               facts
               ,
               exploits
               in
               warre
               ,
               my
               conquests
               life
               and
               end
            
             
               Doe
               write
               as
               I
               recite
               ,
               when
               time
               doth
               leasure
               lend
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               mightie
               Monarch
               of
               this
               noble
               Ile
            
             
               Mulmucius
               who
               with
               conquering
               blade
               did
               free
            
             
               The
               Britans
               troubled
               state
               from
               tyrants
               vile
               ,
            
             
               Was
               father
               both
               to
               Belinus
               and
               me
               .
            
             
               His
               noble
               acts
               and
               lawes
               commended
               bee
               .
            
             
               This
               Belinus
               (
               mine
               elder
               brother
               )
               was
               his
               heire
               ,
            
             
               And
               Queene
               Corwenna
               was
               our
               mother
               wise
               and
               faire
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               after
               him
               my
               brother
               had
               the
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               was
               content
               to
               make
               me
               eke
               a
               king
               :
            
             
               He
               gaue
               mee
               Albany
               ,
               where
               with
               renowne
            
             
               I
               rulde
               a
               while
               by
               Iustice
               euery
               thing
               .
            
             
               But
               at
               the
               last
               ambition
               made
               me
               bring
            
             
               An
               army
               thence
               ,
               against
               my
               brother
               for
               to
               fight
               :
            
             
               Which
               rather
               ought
               t'
               haue
               honord
               him
               with
               homage
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               Belinus
               perceiued
               mee
               approach
            
             
               Vnto
               his
               Realme
               ,
               an
               army
               hee
               addrest
               :
            
             
               Hee
               warned
               me
               I
               should
               not
               seeke
               t'incroach
            
             
               That
               was
               not
               mine
               ,
               for
               hee
               was
               ready
               prest
            
             
               Me
               to
               repell
               :
               hee
               wild
               mee
               bee
               at
               rest
               .
            
             
               I
               marched
               on
               ,
               the
               armies
               met
               ,
               wee
               fearcely
               fought
               :
            
             
               My
               souldiers
               slaine
               ,
               to
               saue
               my selfe
               by
               flight
               I
               fought
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               Norway
               then
               ,
               I
               fled
               for
               succour
               hence
               ,
            
             
               Where
               good
               Elsingus
               reignde
               the
               gentle
               King
               :
            
             
               I
               told
               him
               what
               I
               was
               ,
               and
               eke
               of
               whence
               ,
            
             
               Desirde
               his
               aide
               ,
               me
               home
               againe
               to
               bring
               .
            
             
               And
               he
               not
               only
               graunted
               me
               this
               thing
               ,
            
             
               But
               eke
               his
               daughter
               Samye
               faire
               to
               bee
               my
               wife
               ,
            
             
               With
               me
               in
               Albany
               to
               leade
               a
               Princely
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               while
               we
               were
               prouiding
               ships
               and
               men
               ,
            
             
               The
               fame
               abroad
               of
               my
               returne
               was
               spread
               :
            
             
               And
               Guthlake
               that
               was
               King
               of
               Denmarke
               then
               ,
            
             
               Prouided
               with
               a
               nauie
               mee
               forlead
               .
            
             
               His
               eie
               on
               Samyes
               beautie
               had
               so
               fed
               ,
            
             
               That
               for
               her
               sake
               he
               must
               perforce
               my
               ships
               forlay
               ,
            
             
               By
               force
               of
               armes
               to
               beare
               the
               Lady
               faire
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               our
               nauies
               met
               ,
               hee
               wilde
               me
               yeelde
            
             
               This
               Lady
               straight
               ,
               or
               else
               defend
               the
               cause
               :
            
             
               A
               thing
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               requested
               erst
               but
               seelde
               ,
            
             
               Against
               of
               Gods
               and
               men
               the
               sacred
               lawes
               .
            
             
               It
               hath
               not
               erst
               bene
               heard'mongst
               wise
               men
               sawes
               ,
            
             
               That
               any
               King
               should
               claime
               the
               like
               by
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Or
               make
               assault
               by
               wrong
               to
               winne
               a
               Princes
               wife
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               words
               to
               fight
               we
               fell
               on
               either
               side
               ,
            
             
               But
               on
               his
               side
               the
               conquest
               did
               appeare
               :
            
             
               I
               yeelded
               her
               that
               listed
               scarce
               abide
               ,
            
             
               For
               she
               to
               him
               before
               did
               fauour
               beare
               .
            
             
               By
               tempest
               then
               our
               nauies
               seuered
               were
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               perforce
               by
               storme
               on
               shores
               of
               Britaine
               cast
               ,
            
             
               For
               tribute
               hostage
               gaue
               to
               Beline
               ere
               he
               past
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               seas
               turmoilde
               fiue
               daies
               with
               raging
               winde
               ,
            
             
               Sore
               wearied
               with
               the
               fight
               ,
               the
               foile
               ,
               and
               losse
               :
            
             
               And
               casting
               with
               my selfe
               in
               woefull
               minde
               ,
            
             
               The
               cause
               why
               so
               God
               Neptune
               did
               me
               tosse
               :
            
             
               And
               why
               false
               fortune
               my
               attempt
               did
               crosse
               :
            
             
               I
               made
               a
               vowe
               to
               kill
               the
               man
               that
               causde
               me
               flye
               ,
            
             
               Or
               with
               my
               bloud
               ,
               the
               kingdome
               all
               from
               him
               to
               buy
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Seas
               alaid
               ,
               at
               last
               my
               ships
               I
               found
               ,
            
             
               And
               rigde
               againe
               ,
               at
               seas
               we
               met
               our
               foes
            
             
               The
               wandring
               Danes
               ,
               where
               we
               beset
               them
               round
            
             
               In
               warlike
               sort
               ,
               we
               did
               them
               all
               inclose
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               so
               the
               wheele
               of
               Lady
               Fortune
               goes
               ,
            
             
               Abiects
               ,
               casts
               downe
               ,
               turnes
               topsie
               toruie
               quight
               ,
            
             
               The
               men
               of
               late
               extold
               with
               all
               her
               maine
               and
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               ships
               my
               wants
               in
               some
               respect
               supplied
            
             
               With
               tackle
               ,
               armour
               ,
               vitailes
               and
               the
               rest
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               to
               Britaine
               land
               apace
               I
               hide
               ,
            
             
               For
               kingdome
               lost
               to
               make
               againe
               request
               :
            
             
               Or
               else
               by
               might
               and
               force
               away
               to
               wrest
            
             
               The
               scepter
               from
               my
               brother
               Beline
               ,
               and
               the
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               Which
               lay
               that
               time
               by
               North
               at
               Euerwike
               the
               towne
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               land
               I
               came
               ,
               and
               threatned
               Beline
               sore
               ,
            
             
               But
               he
               an
               armie
               did
               with
               speed
               addresse
               :
            
             
               Which
               met
               me
               straight
               at
               th'
               entry
               on
               the
               shore
               ,
            
             
               Our
               battailes
               ioind
               and
               fought
               with
               valiantnesse
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               was
               put
               in
               th'
               end
               to
               such
               distresse
            
             
               To
               ships
               I
               flew
               ,
               and
               tooke
               a
               few
               with
               me
               beside
               ,
            
             
               And
               hoising
               sailes
               ,
               for
               hap
               to
               Callia
               strands
               I
               hide
               .
            
          
           
             
               Arriued
               there
               ,
               I
               trauaild
               long
               to
               see
            
             
               The
               nature
               of
               the
               Countrey
               and
               the
               men
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               purpose
               I
               disposed
               mee
               ,
            
             
               To
               please
               the
               Princes
               and
               the
               people
               then
               ,
            
             
               In
               hope
               to
               see
               my
               countrey
               once
               agen
               .
            
             
               To
               win
               my
               noble
               kingdome
               ,
               or
               to
               wreacke
               the
               wrong
            
             
               That
               I
               sustaind
               exilde
               from
               natiue
               soile
               so
               long
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               I
               had
               tolde
               the
               great
               mishaps
               I
               had
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Peeres
               of
               Fraunce
               ,
               some
               aide
               to
               craue
               :
            
             
               I
               could
               obtaine
               no
               succour
               me
               to
               glad
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               men
               ,
               munition
               ,
               ships
               ,
               ne
               vittailes
               haue
               .
            
             
               I
               gate
               me
               thence
               to
               Duke
               Seginus
               graue
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Prouence
               then
               the
               Prince
               ,
               renowned
               noble
               farre
               ,
            
             
               For
               prudence
               prompt
               in
               peace
               ,
               and
               wisdome
               great
               in
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               worthy
               Duke
               receiued
               me
               with
               ioy
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               of
               afflicted
               wights
               he
               had
               remorce
               )
            
             
               He
               heard
               me
               oft
               declare
               the
               great
               anoy
            
             
               That
               I
               had
               felt
               ,
               and
               of
               my
               brothers
               force
               .
            
             
               How
               Guthlacke
               did
               my
               wife
               and
               me
               diuorce
               :
            
             
               The
               broiles
               at
               Sea
               ,
               the
               toiles
               I
               taken
               had
               at
               land
               :
            
             
               Which
               neuer
               could
               the
               face
               of
               Fortunes
               foile
               withstand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               Britaine
               tall
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               I
               rue
               thy
               fate
            
             
               Thou
               noble
               Prince
               (
               for
               so
               thou
               art
               in
               showe
               )
            
             
               If
               I
               could
               now
               restore
               thee
               thine
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shouldst
               perceiue
               what
               fauour
               I
               thee
               owe.
            
             
               T'
               is
               Fortunes
               vse
               t'
               exalt
               and
               ouerthrowe
               .
            
             
               My
               counsaile
               then
               is
               this
               ,
               expect
               her
               grace
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               Till
               where
               shee
               frownes
               shee
               turne
               her
               friendly
               face
               and
               smile
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               in
               his
               court
               he
               did
               me
               intertaine
               ,
            
             
               Where
               long
               I
               liu'd
               and
               bare
               my selfe
               full
               well
               :
            
             
               Sometimes
               to
               play
               the
               captaine
               I
               was
               faine
               ,
            
             
               To
               win
               some
               praise
               ,
               as
               causes
               did
               compell
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               his
               subiects
               either
               did
               rebell
               ,
            
             
               Or
               confines
               made
               inroads
               ,
               to
               spoile
               or
               pray
               his
               land
               ,
            
             
               Then
               appointed
               was
               to
               take
               the
               warre
               in
               hand
               ,
            
          
           
             
               In
               armour
               fearce
               ,
               and
               stout
               ,
               and
               strong
               was
               I
               ,
            
             
               God
               Mars
               me
               gaue
               a
               stearne
               and
               stormie
               looke
               :
            
             
               With
               feates
               of
               armes
               by
               land
               or
               seas
               to
               try
               ,
            
             
               Experience
               taught
               me
               what
               I
               vndertooke
               .
            
             
               No
               paine
               ,
               no
               toile
               nor
               daunger
               I
               forsooke
               ,
            
             
               That
               might
               content
               the
               noble
               Duke
               of
               Sauois
               minde
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               bounteous
               grace
               ,
               for
               aye
               my
               loue
               to
               him
               did
               bind
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               peace
               full
               milde
               I
               was
               ,
               of
               comely
               grace
               ,
            
             
               And
               wise
               in
               talke
               ,
               as
               time
               occasion
               gaue
               :
            
             
               And
               (
               though
               I
               say
               't
               )
               I
               had
               a
               Princely
               face
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               both
               hunt
               and
               hawke
               ,
               and
               court
               it
               braue
               .
            
             
               Eke
               Fortunes
               past
               had
               made
               me
               sage
               and
               graue
               :
            
             
               More
               heedy
               all
               attempts
               to
               prosecute
               with
               skill
               :
            
             
               Rashnes
               (
               by
               poofe
               I
               found
               )
               incurs
               the
               greatest
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               Duke
               Seginus
               saw
               my
               humble
               hart
               ,
            
             
               A
               regall
               Britaine
               Prince
               ,
               of
               royall
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               emploide
               my selfe
               and
               all
               my
               art
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               actiue
               feates
               with
               grace
               and
               prowes
               good
            
             
               To
               serue
               ,
               and
               quaile
               his
               foes
               that
               him
               withstood
               :
            
             
               He
               gaue
               his
               Daughter
               vnto
               me
               ,
               a
               peerlesse
               dame
               ,
            
             
               With
               her
               his
               Dukedome
               after
               him
               to
               guide
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               her
               (
               when
               hee
               was
               deade
               )
               I
               Sauoye
               had
               ,
            
             
               A
               countrey
               fertile
               ,
               famous
               for
               the
               soile
               .
            
             
               With
               liberall
               gifts
               the
               souldiers
               hearts
               I
               glad
               .
            
             
               To
               winne
               the
               rests
               good
               will
               I
               tooke
               some
               toile
               ,
            
             
               By
               banquets
               ,
               iewels
               ,
               gifts
               ,
               or
               warlike
               broile
               :
            
             
               Still
               vsing
               all
               the
               meanes
               t'obeisance
               thē
               to
               moue
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               all
               the
               wayes
               that
               might
               allure
               them
               me
               to
               loue
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               setled
               so
               in
               honour
               great
               at
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Without
               the
               feare
               of
               forraine
               foes
               ,
               or
               nie
               :
            
             
               I
               mused
               what
               for
               Britaine
               warres
               was
               best
               ,
            
             
               Which
               way
               I
               might
               againe
               my
               quarell
               trie
               .
            
             
               Such
               restles
               heades
               haue
               they
               that
               sit
               on
               hie
               .
            
             
               O
               poore
               estate
               ,
               how
               blest
               were
               thou
               that
               sitst
               below
               ,
            
             
               How
               happy
               ,
               safe
               and
               sure
               ,
               if
               thou
               thy
               state
               couldst
               know
               ?
            
          
           
             
               A
               councell
               called
               for
               the
               same
               intent
               ,
            
             
               I
               told
               the
               Lords
               my
               purpose
               for
               the
               warre
               :
            
             
               How
               I
               to
               haue
               my
               kingdome
               here
               was
               bent
               .
            
             
               They
               all
               agreed
               to
               leuy
               neere
               and
               farre
               ,
            
             
               Such
               souldiers
               good
               and
               captaines
               stout
               that
               were
               .
            
             
               They
               offered
               seruice
               eke
               themselues
               to
               fare
               with
               mee
               ,
            
             
               To
               winne
               the
               crowne
               by
               sword
               ,
               or
               els
               reuenged
               bee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Concluding
               thus
               ,
               a
               powre
               prouided
               was
               ,
            
             
               Munition
               good
               ,
               and
               vitailes
               ,
               shipping
               strong
               :
            
             
               On
               voiage
               so
               with
               hoised
               sailes
               wee
               passe
               ,
            
             
               We
               cut
               the
               seas
               ,
               and
               came
               apace
               along
            
             
               To
               Britaine
               shores
               :
               In
               hope
               to
               wrecke
               the
               wrong
            
             
               That
               oft
               before
               was
               done
               ,
               or
               winne
               the
               land
               againe
               :
            
             
               Whence
               whilome
               twice
               I
               was
               to
               fly
               with
               daunger
               faine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               we
               were
               landed
               here
               ,
               I
               Herolds
               sent
            
             
               To
               claime
               my
               Kingdome
               at
               his
               hands
               ,
               my
               right
               :
            
             
               I
               bad
               them
               ,
               if
               he
               were
               not
               so
               content
               ,
            
             
               To
               sound
               defiance
               ,
               fire
               ,
               and
               sword
               ,
               and
               fight
               .
            
             
               But
               of
               my
               message
               hee
               esteemed
               light
               .
            
             
               Hee
               brought
               an
               army
               strong
               ,
               appointed
               was
               the
               day
            
             
               Of
               battaile
               ,
               then
               to
               try
               who
               beares
               the
               Crowne
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               when
               our
               mother
               sawe
               Corwenna
               wise
               ,
            
             
               That
               mortall
               warres
               we
               wage
               for
               kingdome
               sake
               :
            
             
               Shee
               with
               her selfe
               did
               many
               waies
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               A
               peace
               betweene
               her
               Martiall
               sonnes
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               Lords
               full
               oft
               did
               counsell
               take
               .
            
             
               Yet
               all
               in
               vaine
               :
               there
               could
               no
               parle
               of
               peace
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               But
               on
               we
               marcht
               agreed
               each
               other
               to
               assaile
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               feelds
               once
               pight
               ,
               and
               time
               of
               battaile
               come
               ,
            
             
               In
               place
               where
               should
               bee
               tride
               this
               quarell
               sad
               ,
            
             
               In
               armour
               eke
               the
               souldiers
               all
               and
               some
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               force
               that
               might
               so
               soone
               bee
               had
               ,
            
             
               We
               captaines
               vsing
               speech
               our
               men
               to
               glad
               ,
            
             
               T'
               incourage
               them
               with
               promise
               proud
               of
               lasting
               fame
               :
            
             
               Tweene
               th'
               armies
               Corwenna
               stood
               that
               noble
               dame
               .
            
             
               And
               thus
               shee
               spake
               :
            
          
           
             
               "
               O
               out
               alas
               my
               sonnes
               what
               meanes
               this
               broile
               ?
            
             
               "
               Wil
               you
               in
               field
               my
               tender
               bowels
               harme
               ?
            
             
               "
               What
               furies
               force
               you
               thus
               t'unkindly
               toile
               ?
            
             
               "
               What
               meane
               your
               men
               for
               slaughter
               here
               to
               swarme
               ?
            
             
               "
               Did
               not
               this
               wombe
               once
               both
               inclose
               you
               warme
               ?
            
             
               "
               And
               cannot
               now
               all
               Britaine
               hold
               you
               brethren
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               "
               But
               needes
               by
               one
               of
               you
               his
               brother
               must
               be
               slaine
               ?
            
          
           
             
               "
               Cannot
               the
               feare
               of
               Ioues
               immortall
               hate
               ,
            
             
               "
               Your
               mothers
               teares
               ,
               nor
               woefull
               wailings
               moue
               ?
            
             
               "
               Nor
               naked
               brests
               you
               suckt
               your
               malice
               slake
               ?
            
             
               "
               Nor
               cause
               t'
               imbrace
               the
               sacred
               lore
               of
               loue
               ?
            
             
               "
               O
               euerlasting
               Ioue
               that
               liu'st
               aboue
               !
            
             
               "
               Then
               I
               protest
               ere
               you
               doe
               fight
               the
               feelde
               this
               day
               ,
            
             
               "
               You
               shall
               in
               field
               (
               vngratefull
               sonnes
               )
               your
               wofull
               mother
               slay
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               Betweene
               you
               both
               you
               shall
               bereaue
               my
               life
               .
            
             
               "
               What
               woes
               (
               my
               sonnes
               )
               aliue
               shall
               I
               sustaine
               ,
            
             
               "
               When
               I
               shall
               after
               this
               ambitious
               strife
               ,
            
             
               "
               So
               many
               see
               of
               both
               your
               subiects
               slaine
               ?
            
             
               "
               And
               you
               with
               brothers
               bloud
               your
               swords
               distaine
               .
            
             
               "
               I
               shall
               (
               I
               say
               )
               in
               th'
               end
               of
               fight
               take
               woefull
               vewe
               ,
            
             
               "
               Of
               that
               my
               sonne
               ,
               which
               this
               my
               sonne
               his
               brother
               slewe
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               O
               rather
               now
               ,
               my
               sonnes
               ,
               leaue
               off
               to
               iar
               ,
            
             
               "
               Lay
               weapons
               both
               aside
               ,
               take
               truce
               a
               while
               :
            
             
               "
               If
               you
               doe
               loue
               to
               spend
               your
               time
               in
               war
               ,
            
             
               "
               Destroy
               not
               here
               at
               home
               your
               natiue
               I
               le
               :
            
             
               "
               The
               present
               cause
               and
               quarell
               is
               too
               vile
               .
            
             
               "
               Ioine
               friendly
               both
               your
               armies
               faith
               ,
               and
               firme
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               "
               To
               take
               some
               conquest
               great
               in
               hand
               of
               lasting
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Therein
               you
               may
               with
               greater
               honour
               deale
               ,
            
             
               "
               By
               this
               you
               shall
               defame
               your selues
               for
               aye
               .
            
             
               "
               Thereby
               you
               may
               enlarge
               your
               publique
               weale
               ,
            
             
               "
               By
               this
               your selues
               and
               it
               shall
               quite
               decay
               .
            
             
               "
               Thereby
               you
               shall
               mine
               age
               with
               honour
               stay
               .
            
             
               "
               Thereby
               you
               shall
               most
               like
               your
               noble
               father
               bee
               :
            
             
               "
               Which
               ere
               he
               wore
               the
               crowne
               did
               conquer
               kingdomes
               three
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Once
               for
               my
               sake
               then
               ioine
               yet
               hands
               againe
               ,
            
             
               "
               Let
               me
               enioy
               once
               both
               before
               I
               die
               .
            
             
               "
               I
               would
               to
               see
               you
               friends
               my
               sonnes
               bee
               faine
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               hope
               I
               haue
               you
               will
               not
               this
               denie
               .
            
             
               "
               I
               aske
               a
               thing
               shall
               neuer
               hurt
               perdy
               .
            
             
               "
               For
               if
               you
               now
               surcease
               ,
               and
               loue
               as
               brethren
               well
               ,
            
             
               "
               Then
               all
               the
               world
               of
               this
               your
               concord
               aye
               shall
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               And
               turning
               then
               to
               me
               thus
               wise
               she
               said
               :
            
             
               "
               Thou
               knowest
               ,
               my
               sonne
               ,
               how
               twice
               thou
               hast
               been
               foild
               :
            
             
               "
               Thou
               twice
               to
               scape
               with
               life
               wa
               st
               well
               apaide
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               since
               full
               farre
               to
               countries
               straunge
               hast
               toild
               .
            
             
               "
               If
               now
               thou
               shouldst
               of
               life
               and
               all
               bee
               spoilde
               ,
            
             
               "
               (
               When
               liue
               thou
               maist
               in
               Princely
               sort
               with
               peerelesse
               ioy
               )
            
             
               "
               What
               tongue
               can
               tell
               thy
               mothers
               griefe
               and
               great
               anoy
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               I
               heare
               thou
               hast
               in
               France
               a
               Dukedome
               good
               ,
            
             
               "
               Of
               subiects
               good
               thou
               hast
               an
               armie
               heere
               :
            
             
               "
               Thou
               hast
               a
               wife
               that
               came
               of
               noble
               blood
               ,
            
             
               "
               Thou
               need'st
               at
               home
               no
               foes
               at
               all
               to
               feare
               .
            
             
               "
               What
               mean'st
               thou
               then
               such
               mortall
               hate
               to
               beare
               ,
            
             
               "
               Against
               my
               sonne
               thy
               brother
               heere
               ,
               which
               gaue
               to
               thee
            
             
               "
               His
               kingdome
               halfe
               ,
               the
               noble
               land
               of
               Albany
               ?
            
          
           
             
               "
               Sith
               thine
               ambition
               first
               procur'd
               the
               strife
               ,
            
             
               "
               Which
               did'st
               in
               armour
               rise
               against
               thy
               King
               ,
            
             
               "
               Against
               thy
               brother
               lou'd
               thee
               more
               then
               life
               ,
            
             
               "
               Thou
               did'st
               thy
               subiects
               his
               against
               him
               bring
               ,
            
             
               "
               Think'st
               thou
               it
               was
               a
               wise
               or
               worthie
               thing
               ?
            
             
               "
               If
               not
               :
               thou
               hast
               good
               cause
               thy
               treason
               all
               confesse
               :
            
             
               "
               And
               though
               he
               draue
               thee
               hence
               ,
               to
               loue
               him
               ne're
               the
               lesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Thou
               shalt
               therefore
               submit
               thy selfe
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               take
               a
               truce
               ,
               a
               peace
               I
               will
               conclude
               :
            
             
               "
               Thy
               brother
               eke
               shall
               so
               contented
               be
               ,
            
             
               "
               No
               quarrels
               old
               shall
               be
               againe
               renew'd
               .
            
             
               "
               These
               broiles
               haue
               oft
               my
               cheekes
               with
               teares
               bedew'd
               ,
            
             
               "
               My
               heart
               is
               rent
               ,
               my
               hope
               bereau'd
               ,
               my
               ioyes
               are
               gone
               ,
            
             
               "
               My
               life
               is
               lost
               ,
               if
               you
               conioyne
               not
               both
               in
               one
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Then
               turning
               vnto
               Belinus
               she
               spake
               :
            
             
               "
               My
               noble
               sonne
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               thou
               twice
               hast
               quail'd
            
             
               "
               Thy
               brothers
               power
               ,
               and
               mad'st
               him
               twice
               forsake
            
             
               "
               His
               natiue
               land
               ,
               which
               I
               haue
               oft
               bewail'd
               .
            
             
               "
               What
               though
               thou
               haue
               so
               oft
               before
               preuail'd
               ,
            
             
               "
               Think'st
               thou
               againe
               the
               third
               time
               eke
               to
               win
               the
               field
               ?
            
             
               "
               Or
               art
               thou
               sure
               to
               slay
               my
               sonne
               ,
               or
               force
               him
               yeeld
               ?
            
          
           
             
               "
               What
               glorie
               canst
               thou
               get
               thereby
               in
               th'
               end
               ?
            
             
               "
               Will
               not
               the
               world
               of
               your
               foule
               slaughters
               tell
               ?
            
             
               "
               Will
               not
               they
               all
               that
               liue
               ,
               still
               discommend
            
             
               "
               The
               man
               that
               did
               his
               owne
               deare
               brother
               quell
               ?
            
             
               
                 "
                 Mempricius
              
               shamefull
               acts
               are
               knowne
               too
               well
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               Porrex
               Britaines
               both
               ,
               their
               noble
               brethren
               slew
               ,
            
             
               "
               Confounded
               after
               both
               ,
               examples
               good
               for
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               Now
               further
               this
               againe
               to
               both
               I
               say
               :
            
             
               "
               Do
               not
               you
               rue
               these
               noble
               souldiers
               good
               ?
            
             
               "
               Do
               not
               you
               see
               how
               many
               you
               shall
               slay
               ?
            
             
               "
               Haue
               you
               no
               care
               to
               shed
               their
               guiltlesse
               blood
               ?
            
             
               "
               The
               state
               of
               tyrants
               neuer
               stable
               stood
               ,
            
             
               "
               By
               bloodshed
               they
               do
               build
               ,
               and
               prop
               their
               tottering
               State
               ,
            
             
               "
               Raigne
               ,
               liue
               and
               die
               despisde
               ,
               in
               neuer
               dying
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               You
               noble
               men
               ,
               in
               briefe
               I
               speake
               to
               you
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               vnto
               all
               the
               Captaines
               of
               your
               bands
               :
            
             
               "
               And
               eke
               to
               all
               you
               souldiers
               good
               and
               true
               ,
            
             
               "
               Which
               haue
               the
               sway
               of
               bloodshed
               in
               your
               hands
               .
            
             
               "
               Consider
               well
               the
               state
               of
               both
               our
               lands
               :
            
             
               "
               You
               shall
               decrease
               your
               force
               ,
               by
               discord
               and
               by
               strife
               ,
            
             
               "
               Distaine
               your
               bloods
               ,
               and
               reaue
               Corwennas
               of
               her
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               Then
               if
               that
               either
               Ioues
               immortall
               ire
               ,
            
             
               "
               (
               Which
               euer
               hated
               slaughters
               such
               as
               these
               )
            
             
               "
               Or
               feare
               of
               Plutoes
               euerlasting
               fire
               ,
            
             
               "
               Or
               dangers
               threatned
               both
               by
               land
               and
               seas
               ,
            
             
               "
               Or
               mothers
               mind
               (
               which
               both
               you
               ought
               to
               please
               )
            
             
               "
               Or
               countries
               loue
               ,
               or
               peace
               (
               which
               all
               are
               bound
               t'
               imbrace
               )
            
             
               "
               May
               ought
               perswade
               ,
               then
               let
               my
               iust
               request
               haue
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               If
               not
               ,
               loe
               heere
               my
               naked
               breast
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
            
             
               "
               Which
               once
               you
               both
               did
               sucke
               in
               tender
               age
               .
            
             
               "
               Let
               both
               your
               swords
               in
               these
               first
               bathed
               be
               ,
            
             
               "
               Perhaps
               this
               slaughter
               shall
               your
               thirsts
               asswage
               .
            
             
               "
               It
               shall
               be
               counted
               euen
               as
               small
               outrage
            
             
               "
               To
               slay
               your
               mother
               pleading
               for
               a
               righteous
               peace
               ,
            
             
               "
               As
               wage
               the
               warres
               which
               gods
               commands
               you
               to
               surcease
               .
            
          
           
             
               Much
               more
               she
               said
               which
               were
               too
               long
               to
               tell
               :
            
             
               And
               proffred
               forth
               to
               swords
               her
               naked
               brest
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               we
               both
               considered
               had
               full
               well
            
             
               Her
               wofull
               teares
               ,
               her
               wise
               and
               graue
               request
               ,
            
             
               They
               so
               to
               peace
               our
               hautie
               hearts
               addrest
               ,
            
             
               We
               laid
               our
               weapons
               downe
               :
               we
               met
               ,
               and
               did
               imbrace
               ,
            
             
               All
               warre
               was
               set
               aside
               ,
               and
               Ladie
               peace
               tooke
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               We
               ioyned
               hands
               ,
               our
               captaines
               did
               the
               like
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               the
               souldiers
               linked
               all
               in
               loue
               :
            
             
               There
               was
               not
               one
               that
               did
               our
               truce
               mislike
               ,
            
             
               Our
               peace
               did
               all
               to
               ioy
               and
               maruell
               moue
               .
            
             
               With
               many
               triumphes
               feates
               of
               armes
               we
               proue
               ,
            
             
               Our
               subiects
               all
               reioyce
               ,
               in
               songs
               we
               sound
               Corwennas
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Her
               fame
               to
               skies
               ,
               aloft
               with
               many
               shouts
               and
               cries
               they
               raise
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Galles
               and
               Senons
               then
               supposing
               me
            
             
               In
               Britaine
               from
               my
               Dukedome
               hard
               at
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Thought
               great
               occasion
               offred
               them
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               themselues
               in
               armes
               and
               order
               right
               .
            
             
               My
               subiects
               eke
               of
               Sauoy
               day
               and
               night
            
             
               They
               did
               entice
               ,
               perswade
               ,
               solicite
               and
               constraine
               ,
            
             
               To
               chuse
               another
               Duke
               at
               home
               with
               them
               to
               raigne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereof
               when
               I
               heard
               tell
               in
               Britaine
               I
               le
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               when
               my
               brother
               Beline
               thereof
               knew
               ,
            
             
               We
               laid
               aside
               our
               sports
               and
               plaies
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               our
               souldiers
               tooke
               a
               muster
               new
               .
            
             
               Of
               both
               our
               hoasts
               we
               chose
               a
               noble
               crew
               .
            
             
               We
               past
               the
               seas
               ,
               as
               brethren
               ought
               ,
               in
               concord
               knit
               :
            
             
               And
               both
               our
               force
               in
               one
               to
               conquer
               France
               we
               fit
               .
            
          
           
             
               Without
               resistance
               much
               we
               spoil'd
               the
               land
            
             
               At
               th'
               entrie
               in
               ,
               and
               after
               many
               fights
            
             
               We
               conquer'd
               all
               the
               Realme
               ,
               my
               foes
               we
               fand
               ,
            
             
               Which
               were
               in
               armes
               stout
               ,
               valiant
               ,
               noble
               wights
               .
            
             
               By
               sword
               they
               fell
               ,
               or
               flew
               before
               our
               sights
               .
            
             
               The
               Germans
               force
               ,
               likewise
               that
               did
               them
               succour
               send
               ,
            
             
               We
               made
               to
               fall
               therefore
               ,
               and
               to
               our
               scepters
               bend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Three
               hundred
               thousand
               we
               in
               armour
               had
               ,
            
             
               An
               armie
               great
               renown'd
               Europa
               through
               :
            
             
               The
               Kings
               and
               Princes
               of
               our
               peace
               were
               glad
               ,
            
             
               We
               were
               in
               fight
               so
               puissant
               fierce
               and
               rough
               .
            
             
               Munition
               ,
               victuals
               ,
               money
               eke
               enough
               ,
            
             
               We
               had
               of
               tributes
               store
               ,
               of
               duties
               in
               that
               came
               :
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               world
               of
               Brenne
               and
               Beline
               flew
               the
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               vs
               came
               souldiers
               out
               of
               many
               parts
               ,
            
             
               And
               captaines
               worthie
               for
               the
               fame
               of
               warre
               ,
            
             
               Of
               fierce
               Bellona
               braue
               we
               had
               the
               arts
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               we
               wanne
               the
               praise
               both
               neere
               and
               farre
               .
            
             
               But
               not
               with
               this
               we
               so
               contented
               are
               .
            
             
               As
               Hercules
               to
               scale
               the
               Alpes
               did
               first
               contend
               :
            
             
               So
               we
               againe
               (
               a
               worke
               of
               toile
               )
               the
               cloudie
               Alpes
               ascend
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               craggie
               mountaines
               that
               do
               touch
               the
               skies
               ,
            
             
               With
               aged
               heads
               are
               euer
               white
               with
               snow
               ,
            
             
               The
               seas
               allow
               do
               rore
               ,
               whence
               vapours
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               hilles
               great
               streames
               of
               waters
               floe
               .
            
             
               The
               pathes
               so
               strict
               to
               passe
               which
               few
               do
               goe
               .
            
             
               The
               ice
               ,
               snow
               ,
               cold
               ,
               clouds
               ,
               rombling
               stormes
               ,
               and
               sights
               aboue
               ,
            
             
               Are
               able
               constant
               hearts
               with
               doubtfull
               feare
               to
               moue
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               you
               go
               ,
               sometimes
               y'
               ar
               faine
               to
               reatch
            
             
               And
               hang
               by
               hands
               ,
               to
               wend
               aloft
               the
               way
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               on
               buttocks
               downe
               another
               breatch
               ,
            
             
               With
               elbowes
               and
               with
               heeles
               your selfe
               to
               stay
               .
            
             
               Downe
               vnder
               well
               behold
               the
               streames
               you
               may
               ,
            
             
               And
               waters
               wilde
               which
               from
               the
               mountaines
               falling
               flow
               :
            
             
               Ore
               head
               the
               rocks
               hang
               threatning
               death
               to
               them
               below
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               we
               these
               Alpes
               had
               past
               with
               dangers
               great
               ,
            
             
               To
               Clusium
               towne
               in
               Tuscane
               land
               we
               came
               :
            
             
               The
               Tuscans
               as
               we
               droue
               our
               heards
               of
               neat
               .
            
             
               Did
               issue
               out
               to
               intercept
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Ambassage
               to
               the
               Romans
               eke
               they
               frame
               ,
            
             
               To
               helpe
               them
               '
               gainst
               the
               Galles
               (
               so
               vs
               they
               counted
               there
               )
            
             
               Because
               I
               was
               of
               France
               ,
               and
               Frenchmen
               with
               vs
               were
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Romans
               then
               ,
               because
               that
               our
               successe
            
             
               Reported
               was
               to
               them
               in
               warres
               before
               ,
            
             
               Fearing
               their
               owne
               estate
               could
               do
               no
               lesse
               ,
            
             
               But
               aide
               their
               neighbours
               now
               at
               need
               the
               more
               .
            
             
               To
               treate
               of
               peace
               they
               sent
               to
               vs
               therefore
               .
            
             
               We
               answer'd
               we
               desir'd
               but
               space
               wherein
               to
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Because
               our
               peopled
               countrie
               could
               not
               hold
               vs
               well
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               they
               forgetting
               quite
               of
               armes
               the
               lawe
               ,
            
             
               Did
               arme
               themselues
               ,
               ambassadours
               full
               stoute
               :
            
             
               With
               Clusians
               came
               to
               bring
               vs
               all
               in
               awe
               ,
            
             
               Without
               respect
               of
               any
               further
               doute
               .
            
             
               Whereon
               ,
               the
               siege
               from
               Clusium
               walles
               about
            
             
               We
               raised
               straight
               ,
               at
               Rome
               we
               sounded
               loud
               alarmes
               ,
            
             
               To
               wreake
               reuenge
               for
               breach
               done
               gainst
               the
               law
               of
               armes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               first
               we
               thought
               it
               best
               ambassage
               send
               ,
            
             
               To
               haue
               truce
               breakers
               such
               deliuered
               vs
            
             
               By
               law
               of
               armes
               as
               ought
               no
               weapons
               wend
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               against
               the
               lawes
               came
               armed
               thus
               .
            
             
               They
               said
               we
               were
               a
               people
               barbarous
               ,
            
             
               They
               neither
               punish
               would
               nor
               yeeld
               those
               Romanes
               good
               ,
            
             
               But
               honour
               them
               :
               they
               came
               of
               Fabius
               noble
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
               Full
               swiftly
               on
               we
               marched
               then
               in
               haste
               ,
            
             
               And
               towards
               Rome
               with
               all
               our
               power
               we
               hide
               :
            
             
               At
               Alia
               flood
               gan
               forty
               thousand
               taste
            
             
               Of
               Romanes
               that
               vs
               met
               what
               might
               betide
               .
            
             
               We
               slew
               them
               fast
               ,
               the
               rest
               durst
               not
               abide
               .
            
             
               We
               had
               the
               spoile
               ,
               to
               Rome
               we
               came
               ,
               which
               we
               possesse
               :
            
             
               A
               thousand
               waight
               of
               gold
               the
               Romanes
               paid
               for
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pannonia
               eke
               with
               broiles
               of
               warres
               we
               tame
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               yeares
               we
               kept
               them
               vnder
               yoke
               :
            
             
               The
               Princes
               all
               about
               that
               heard
               our
               fame
            
             
               Desired
               peace
               ,
               not
               daring
               vs
               prouoke
               .
            
             
               We
               Britaines
               made
               Europa
               all
               to
               smoke
               .
            
             
               To
               part
               our
               armies
               then
               in
               twaine
               we
               tooke
               no
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               And
               seuerall
               conquests
               tooke
               in
               hand
               ,
               as
               captaines
               stout
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Macedonie
               Belme
               tooke
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               Where
               raigned
               Ptolome
               the
               tyrant
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               his
               sisters
               sonnes
               vniustly
               slay
            
             
               Before
               their
               mothers
               face
               ,
               and
               her
               expell
               ,
            
             
               Arsinoë
               that
               vsde
               him
               earst
               so
               well
               :
            
             
               Though
               by
               the
               gods
               he
               sware
               to
               take
               her
               to
               his
               wife
               ,
            
             
               And
               loue
               her
               sonnes
               ,
               and
               here
               he
               them
               bereft
               of
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Euen
               so
               that
               wicked
               King
               at
               first
               refusde
            
             
               To
               purchase
               peace
               with
               price
               ,
               or
               hostage
               send
               ,
            
             
               That
               had
               before
               the
               faith
               of
               Gods
               abusde
               ,
            
             
               Was
               destinate
               to
               haue
               a
               noughtie
               end
               .
            
             
               Let
               Princes
               well
               beware
               what
               they
               pretend
               .
            
             
               *
               Who
               for
               a
               crowne
               breakes
               faith
               ,
               and
               murders
               foule
               commits
               ,
            
             
               He
               will
               be
               sure
               to
               fall
               ,
               on
               sliperie
               throne
               he
               sits
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               custome
               was
               that
               time
               to
               send
               each
               where
            
             
               Our
               Hearolds
               offering
               peace
               for
               tribute
               gold
               :
            
             
               But
               from
               King
               Ptolome
               these
               newes
               we
               heare
               ,
            
             
               No
               peace
               he
               crau'd
               ,
               no
               tribute
               pay
               he
               would
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               friendship
               crau'd
               (
               as
               he
               the
               Hearold
               told
               )
            
             
               Except
               our
               weapons
               laid
               adowne
               we
               would
               submit
               ,
            
             
               No
               arguments
               of
               peace
               he
               would
               admit
               .
            
          
           
             
               King
               Beline
               smil'd
               to
               heare
               the
               heedlesse
               King
            
             
               Rash
               witted
               ,
               so
               selfe-wild
               ,
               and
               after
               this
            
             
               The
               Dardanes
               offered
               twentie
               thousand
               bring
            
             
               Of
               souldiers
               arm'd
               for
               aide
               ,
               to
               ioyne
               with
               his
               .
            
             
               Quoth
               he
               ,
               not
               lost
               all
               Macedonie
               is
               .
            
             
               If
               we
               once
               conquer'd
               by
               Alexanders
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Need
               we
               the
               Dardanes
               aide
               ,
               these
               strangers
               to
               withstand
               ?
            
          
           
             
               We
               haue
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               some
               souldiers
               sonnes
               of
               those
            
             
               Which
               seru'd
               in
               pay
               with
               them
               that
               vanquisht
               all
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               our selues
               we
               nothing
               feare
               our
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Although
               our
               armie
               seeme
               to
               Dardane
               small
               .
            
             
               This
               when
               th'
               ambassadours
               related
               all
            
             
               To
               good
               King
               Dardane
               ,
               then
               this
               noble
               Realme
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
            
             
               By
               this
               yong
               princox
               pride
               ,
               will
               all
               dispoiled
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               alarme
               they
               crie
               ,
               and
               armies
               ioyne
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Britaines
               slay
               the
               Macedonian
               crew
               :
            
             
               And
               haue
               for
               spoile
               their
               victuals
               ,
               armour
               ,
               coyne
               ,
            
             
               Tooke
               Ptolomey
               their
               King
               ,
               and
               him
               they
               slew
               .
            
             
               His
               head
               aboue
               the
               campe
               they
               beare
               for
               view
            
             
               On
               speare
               ,
               to
               make
               the
               rest
               of
               Greekes
               in
               doubt
               to
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Before
               they
               enterprise
               to
               take
               such
               warres
               in
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               On
               this
               the
               fame
               of
               Britaines
               farre
               was
               spred
               ,
            
             
               All
               Macedonie
               held
               their
               countrey
               spoil'd
               :
            
             
               To
               Alexander
               (
               erst
               their
               armies
               led
               )
            
             
               And
               vnto
               Philip
               ,
               Princes
               neuer
               foil'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               vnto
               Gods
               they
               crie
               in
               warres
               tormoil'd
               .
            
             
               O
               helpe
               (
               quoth
               they
               )
               our
               countrey
               falles
               ,
               we
               are
               vndone
               ,
            
             
               Without
               your
               powerful
               aides
               :
               whose
               acts
               the
               world
               haue
               won
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               Sosthenes
               a
               Macedonian
               stout
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               the
               Britaine
               's
               bathed
               in
               their
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               Gate
               vnto
               him
               a
               warlike
               worthie
               rout
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               againe
               on
               Beline
               there
               and
               his
               ,
            
             
               Put
               him
               to
               foile
               for
               all
               his
               worthinesse
               .
            
             
               For
               which
               the
               souldiers
               all
               did
               chuse
               him
               for
               their
               King
               ,
            
             
               But
               them
               as
               captaine
               he
               against
               their
               foes
               would
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               this
               in
               Greece
               I
               heard
               ,
               and
               their
               successe
            
             
               First
               of
               the
               field
               they
               won
               ,
               and
               follie
               then
            
             
               Enricht
               with
               spoiles
               ,
               giuen
               all
               to
               idlenesse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               were
               before
               approued
               valiant
               men
               :
            
             
               I
               sound
               retreate
               ,
               and
               backwards
               gate
               agen
               ,
            
             
               With
               seuen
               score
               and
               ten
               thousand
               footmen
               for
               the
               fight
               ,
            
             
               And
               fifteene
               thousand
               horse
               ,
               which
               made
               a
               goodly
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               these
               appointed
               well
               my
               friends
               to
               aide
            
             
               The
               Britaines
               good
               ,
               and
               Beline
               in
               that
               case
               ,
            
             
               To
               Macedone
               I
               martcht
               with
               vengefull
               blade
            
             
               To
               take
               reuenge
               for
               Belines
               late
               disgrace
               .
            
             
               Whereto
               when
               as
               we
               came
               ,
               in
               little
               space
            
             
               We
               wan
               the
               field
               in
               fight
               ,
               we
               spoil'd
               the
               land
               at
               will
               ,
            
             
               In
               pleasures
               plung'd
               we
               had
               of
               wealth
               ,
               and
               fame
               ,
               our
               fill
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               I
               that
               had
               all
               Macedone
               in
               awe
               ,
            
             
               With
               spoile
               of
               mortall
               men
               was
               not
               content
               :
            
             
               I
               past
               not
               of
               these
               conquests
               all
               a
               straw
               ,
            
             
               The
               temples
               of
               the
               gods
               to
               spoile
               I
               ment
               ,
            
             
               And
               towards
               Delphos
               with
               mine
               armie
               went.
            
             
               On
               high
               his
               temple
               stood
               most
               glorious
               to
               behold
               ,
            
             
               And
               god
               Apollos
               shrine
               enricht
               with
               gifts
               of
               gold
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               rich
               and
               wealthy
               gods
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               may
               lend
            
             
               To
               mortall
               men
               some
               of
               their
               treasures
               great
               :
            
             
               They
               haue
               no
               neede
               thereof
               for
               to
               dispend
            
             
               For
               clothing
               ,
               victuals
               ,
               armour
               ,
               drinke
               or
               meate
               .
            
             
               But
               yet
               we
               must
               therefore
               their
               priests
               intreate
               .
            
             
               There
               is
               enough
               for
               them
               ,
               and
               many
               moe
               beside
               ,
            
             
               Of
               offerings
               great
               ,
               from
               Princes
               brought
               both
               far
               and
               wide
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Delphos
               is
               on
               mount
               Parnassus
               faire
            
             
               In
               Greece
               ,
               well
               fenst
               with
               rising
               rockes
               about
               ,
            
             
               By
               nature
               plaste
               aloft
               in
               pleasant
               ayre
               ,
            
             
               So
               high
               to
               scale
               they
               neede
               no
               foes
               to
               doubt
               .
            
             
               No
               watch
               ,
               no
               warde
               to
               keepe
               the
               walles
               about
               .
            
             
               So
               strong
               steepe
               pendent
               are
               the
               rockes
               whereon
               it
               stands
               :
            
             
               As
               not
               the
               like
               could
               since
               be
               made
               with
               mortall
               hands
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               in
               this
               citie
               shoutes
               aloude
               they
               make
               ,
            
             
               Or
               when
               the
               trumpets
               sound
               therein
               is
               heard
               ,
            
             
               The
               Ecchoes
               shrill
               so
               cause
               the
               skies
               to
               shake
               ,
            
             
               That
               strangers
               staring
               stand
               and
               muse
               affeard
               .
            
             
               The
               words
               and
               tunes
               resound
               againe
               so
               hard
               ,
            
             
               So
               oftentimes
               about
               from
               euery
               rocke
               so
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               to
               one
               that
               cride
               ,
               one
               cride
               to
               him
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               made
               the
               men
               that
               came
               from
               far
               to
               maze
               ,
            
             
               To
               maruaile
               much
               ,
               to
               feare
               and
               wonder
               still
               :
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               sight
               thereof
               to
               stare
               and
               gaze
               ,
            
             
               Deuising
               oft
               the
               high
               and
               mighty
               hill
               ,
            
             
               A
               building
               founded
               first
               by
               heauenly
               skill
            
             
               In
               citie
               built
               ,
               and
               costly
               grau'd
               with
               worke
               of
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Apolloes
               temple
               high
               aboue
               the
               rest
               doth
               stand
               .
            
          
           
             
               T'
               is
               round
               theater
               wise
               so
               braue
               within
            
             
               And
               large
               aloft
               ,
               without
               pendant
               vpright
               ,
            
             
               So
               high
               it
               seemes
               impossible
               to
               win
               ,
            
             
               With
               comely
               forme
               the
               gazers
               to
               delight
               .
            
             
               The
               maiestie
               whereof
               did
               them
               inuite
            
             
               That
               chose
               that
               seate
               ,
               t'
               erect
               a
               temple
               in
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               for
               Oracles
               was
               spread
               a
               wondrous
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Amid'st
               the
               height
               of
               this
               Parnassus
               mount
            
             
               A
               turning
               way
               there
               is
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               plaine
            
             
               A
               den
               through
               rockes
               for
               deepnesse
               doth
               surmount
               ,
            
             
               And
               turning
               vaults
               far
               in
               ,
               whence
               answeres
               vaine
            
             
               The
               Priests
               receiue
               from
               sprites
               to
               tell
               againe
               .
            
             
               When
               any
               come
               for
               counsell
               there
               ,
               of
               things
               to
               know
               :
            
             
               The
               answere
               of
               deluding
               sprites
               the
               Priests
               do
               show
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               the
               Kings
               and
               peoples
               offerings
               brought
               ,
            
             
               From
               all
               the
               world
               and
               coasts
               of
               nations
               far
               :
            
             
               With
               many
               gifts
               of
               gold
               and
               siluer
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               The
               gold
               of
               Kings
               and
               iewels
               rich
               were
               there
               .
            
             
               To
               Delphos
               all
               they
               run
               that
               doubtfull
               are
               .
            
             
               This
               was
               the
               madnes
               then
               that
               mortall
               men
               bewitcht
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               Apolloes
               Temple
               was
               with
               gold
               so
               inricht
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               now
               I
               tell
               at
               Delphos
               what
               I
               did
               ,
            
             
               For
               towards
               it
               as
               with
               my
               mates
               I
               went
               ,
            
             
               Them
               be
               of
               courage
               good
               nought
               feare
               Ibid
               ,
            
             
               With
               Delphos
               spoile
               them
               to
               reward
               I
               ment
               .
            
             
               But
               now
               I
               askt
               how
               they
               would
               giue
               consent
               ,
            
             
               Stout
               Exridane
               and
               Thessalone
               I
               did
               assay
               ,
            
             
               Where
               it
               were
               good
               to
               scale
               ,
               or
               else
               a
               while
               to
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Captaines
               counsell
               was
               alarme
               to
               call
               ,
            
             
               Before
               the
               Grecians
               did
               prouide
               defence
               :
            
             
               And
               straight
               to
               scale
               with
               skill
               the
               mightie
               wall
               ,
            
             
               Before
               the
               citie
               knew
               of
               our
               pretence
               .
            
             
               The
               souldiers
               stout
               abroad
               encamped
               thence
               ,
            
             
               And
               said
               they
               must
               refresh
               their
               wearied
               limbes
               a
               space
               ,
            
             
               Vnable
               else
               to
               scale
               ,
               or
               meet
               their
               foes
               in
               face
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Greekes
               in
               villages
               to
               make
               them
               trip
            
             
               Intreated
               them
               to
               make
               no
               spare
               of
               wine
               :
            
             
               The
               Britaine
               souldiers
               fell
               thereon
               to
               sip
               ,
            
             
               Forgate
               their
               feats
               of
               warre
               and
               plai'd
               the
               swine
               .
            
             
               Against
               their
               captaines
               eke
               they
               gan
               repine
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               full
               long
               it
               was
               or
               we
               could
               them
               perswade
            
             
               To
               flie
               from
               Bacchus
               boothes
               ,
               and
               fall
               againe
               to
               blade
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Of
               souldiers
               thousands
               sixtie
               fiue
               I
               had
               ,
            
             
               But
               of
               our
               foes
               scarce
               fourteene
               thousand
               were
               :
            
             
               The
               stately
               towne
               they
               see
               ,
               their
               hearts
               to
               glad
               ,
            
             
               I
               bad
               them
               not
               at
               all
               to
               stand
               in
               feare
               .
            
             
               Behold
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               what
               doth
               in
               fight
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               Those
               charets
               glittering
               braue
               ,
               and
               statures
               all
               of
               gold
            
             
               Of
               sollid
               masse
               ,
               more
               rich
               then
               glorious
               to
               behold
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               on
               the
               Temple
               stood
               faire
               golden
               shapes
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               walles
               thereof
               their
               pictures
               shone
               :
            
             
               Not
               one
               of
               these
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               the
               Britaines
               scapes
               ,
            
             
               We
               souldiers
               shall
               possesse
               them
               euery
               one
               .
            
             
               Let
               vs
               therefore
               not
               linger
               here
               vpon
               ,
            
             
               But
               giue
               th'
               assault
               :
               for
               heere
               the
               God
               Apolloes
               pride
               ,
            
             
               In
               price
               of
               gold
               ,
               and
               gemmes
               ,
               surmounts
               all
               Greece
               beside
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               haue
               or
               this
               the
               wealth
               of
               men
               possest
            
             
               (
               Yet
               worthie
               Princes
               all
               )
               of
               mortall
               men
               :
            
             
               But
               heere
               the
               treasures
               of
               the
               Gods
               are
               prest
            
             
               To
               looke
               for
               vs
               :
               shall
               we
               refuse
               them
               then
               ?
            
             
               We
               shall
               not
               so
               be
               proffered
               oft
               agen
               .
            
             
               Within
               the
               walles
               hereof
               are
               greater
               farre
               by
               oddes
               :
            
             
               Th'
               attire
               ,
               crownes
               ,
               scepters
               ,
               plate
               and
               garnish
               of
               the
               Gods.
               
            
          
           
             
               We
               sound
               Alarame
               ,
               th'
               assault
               the
               rockes
               assayes
               ,
            
             
               Our
               souldiers
               brainsicke
               ,
               heedlesse
               vp
               ascend
               :
            
             
               The
               Delphos
               men
               had
               fenst
               the
               easiest
               waies
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               against
               the
               rockes
               our
               force
               we
               bend
               .
            
             
               With
               stones
               the
               scaling
               Britaines
               downe
               they
               hend
               .
            
             
               An
               earthquake
               eke
               by
               vowes
               the
               sacrificers
               reare
               .
            
             
               Which
               on
               my
               souldiers
               downe
               a
               mightie
               rocke
               did
               teare
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               ground
               did
               shake
               ,
               and
               rent
               ,
               and
               tempests
               rise
               ,
            
             
               The
               hailestones
               mightie
               fall
               ,
               the
               thunders
               rore
               :
            
             
               The
               lightnings
               flashing
               dazled
               all
               our
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               The
               Britaines
               from
               th'
               assault
               were
               ouerborne
               .
            
             
               My
               souldiers
               slaine
               discomfit
               me
               before
               .
            
             
               And
               I
               sore
               wounded
               ,
               foule
               amazde
               ,
               orecome
               with
               smart
               ,
            
             
               ●'escape
               the
               Greekish
               sword
               ,
               did
               pierce
               my selfe
               to
               th'
               heart
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               You
               noble
               captaines
               now
               that
               know
               my
               facts
               ,
            
             
               Learne
               valiantly
               in
               warres
               the
               sword
               to
               wend
               :
            
             
               Let
               fame
               extoll
               your
               wise
               and
               warlike
               acts
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               report
               your
               fortitude
               commend
               .
            
             
               But
               let
               your
               warfares
               haue
               a
               wiser
               end
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               what
               Bochas
               writes
               and
               Higgins
               heere
               doth
               pen
               ,
            
             
               Declare
               what
               good
               we
               gate
               ,
               to
               warre
               with
               Delphos
               men
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             KIMARVS
             WAS
             DEVOVred
             by
             wilde
             beasts
             the
             yeare
             
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             321.
             
          
           
             
               NO
               place
               commends
               the
               man
               vnworthie
               praise
               .
            
             
               No
               Kingly
               state
               doth
               stay
               vp
               vices
               fall
               :
            
             
               No
               wicked
               wight
               to
               woe
               can
               make
               delaies
               ,
            
             
               No
               loftie
               lookes
               preserue
               the
               proud
               at
               all
               .
            
             
               No
               brags
               or
               boast
               ,
               no
               stature
               high
               and
               tall
               ,
            
             
               No
               lustie
               youth
               ,
               no
               swearing
               ,
               staring
               stout
               ,
            
             
               No
               brauerie
               ,
               banding
               ,
               cogging
               ,
               cutting
               out
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               what
               auailes
               to
               haue
               a
               Princely
               place
               ,
            
             
               A
               name
               of
               honor
               or
               an
               high
               degree
               ,
            
             
               To
               come
               by
               kindred
               of
               a
               noble
               race
               ?
            
             
               Except
               we
               princely
               ,
               worthie
               ,
               noble
               be
               .
            
             
               The
               fruit
               declares
               the
               goodnes
               of
               the
               tree
               .
            
             
               Do
               brag
               no
               more
               ,
               of
               birth
               or
               linage
               than
               ,
            
             
               For
               vertue
               ,
               grace
               ,
               and
               manners
               make
               the
               man
               ,
            
          
           
             
               My selfe
               might
               brag
               ,
               and
               first
               of
               all
               begin
               ,
            
             
               Mulmucius
               made
               and
               constituted
               lawes
               :
            
             
               And
               Belinus
               and
               Brenne
               his
               sonnes
               did
               win
            
             
               Such
               praise
               ,
               that
               all
               the
               world
               giue
               them
               applause
               ,
            
             
               
                 Gurgunstus
                 Readbeard
              
               with
               his
               sober
               sawes
               .
            
             
               The
               sonne
               of
               Beline
               and
               my
               Grandsire
               grand
            
             
               Was
               fortunate
               ,
               what
               ere
               he
               tooke
               in
               hand
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               His
               sonne
               my
               grand
               fire
               Guintheline
               did
               passe
            
             
               For
               vertues
               praise
               ,
               and
               Martia
               was
               his
               wife
               ,
            
             
               A
               noble
               Queene
               that
               wise
               and
               learned
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               gaue
               her selfe
               to
               studie
               all
               her
               life
               ,
            
             
               Deuising
               lawes
               ,
               discust
               the
               ends
               of
               strife
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Britaines
               to
               her
               endlesse
               fame
               :
            
             
               Her
               statutes
               had
               of
               Martian
               lawes
               the
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               father
               eke
               was
               sober
               ,
               sage
               and
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Cicilius
               hight
               ,
               King
               Guintheline
               his
               sonne
               :
            
             
               Of
               noble
               Princes
               then
               my
               stocke
               did
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               a
               Prince
               of
               Cornwall
               first
               begonne
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               thereby
               of
               glorie
               haue
               I
               wonne
               ?
            
             
               Can
               this
               suffice
               to
               answere
               eke
               for
               mee
               ,
            
             
               I
               came
               by
               parents
               of
               an
               high
               degree
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Or
               shall
               I
               say
               I
               was
               forsooth
               the
               King
               ?
            
             
               Then
               might
               I
               liue
               as
               lewdly
               as
               I
               lust
               .
            
             
               No
               sure
               ,
               I
               cannot
               so
               auoid
               the
               sting
            
             
               Of
               shame
               ,
               that
               prickes
               such
               Princes
               are
               vniust
               .
            
             
               We
               rather
               should
               vnto
               our
               vertues
               trust
               .
            
             
               For
               *
               vertue
               of
               the
               ancient
               blood
               or
               kin
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               only
               praise
               the
               men
               that
               vertuous
               bin
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               nobles
               only
               borne
               (
               of
               this
               be
               sure
               )
            
             
               Without
               the
               vertues
               of
               their
               noble
               race
               ,
            
             
               Do
               quite
               and
               cleane
               themselues
               thereby
               obscure
               ,
            
             
               And
               their
               renowne
               and
               dignities
               deface
               .
            
             
               They
               do
               their
               birth
               and
               linage
               all
               deface
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               indeed
               they
               euer
               ought
               so
               well
            
             
               In
               vertues
               graue
               ,
               as
               titles
               braue
               excell
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               oft
               (
               God
               wot
               )
               they
               fare
               as
               erst
               did
               I
               ,
            
             
               They
               thinke
               if
               once
               they
               come
               of
               Princely
               stocke
               ,
            
             
               Then
               are
               they
               placed
               safe
               and
               sure
               ,
               so
               hie
            
             
               Aboue
               the
               rest
               ,
               as
               founded
               on
               a
               rocke
               .
            
             
               Of
               wise
               mens
               warnings
               all
               they
               make
               a
               mocke
               ,
            
             
               They
               counsels
               graue
               ,
               as
               abiectreeds
               ,
               despise
               ,
            
             
               And
               count
               the
               braue
               ,
               men
               gratious
               ,
               worthie
               ,
               wise
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               Kingdome
               came
               to
               me
               by
               due
               discent
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               my
               father
               was
               before
               me
               King
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               to
               pleasure
               all
               ,
               and
               lust
               was
               bent
               ,
            
             
               I
               neuer
               reckt
               of
               Iustice
               any
               thing
               .
            
             
               What
               purpose
               I
               to
               passe
               did
               meane
               to
               bring
               ,
            
             
               That
               same
               t'
               accomplish
               I
               with
               all
               my
               might
            
             
               Endeuour'd
               euer
               ,
               were
               it
               wrong
               or
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               deem'd
               the
               greatest
               ioyes
               in
               earthly
               hap
               ,
            
             
               I
               thought
               my
               pleasures
               euer
               would
               abide
               ,
            
             
               I
               seem'd
               to
               sit
               in
               Lady
               Fortunes
               lap
               ,
            
             
               I
               reckt
               not
               all
               the
               world
               ,
               me
               thought
               ,
               beside
               .
            
             
               I
               did
               by
               lust
               my selfe
               and
               others
               guide
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               the
               fates
               to
               worke
               my
               bane
               withall
            
             
               And
               cut
               me
               off
               ,
               thus
               wise
               procur'd
               my
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               I
               was
               alwaies
               bent
               to
               hunting
               still
               ,
            
             
               (
               Yet
               hunting
               was
               no
               vice
               to
               those
               I
               had
               )
            
             
               When
               I
               three
               yeares
               had
               rul'd
               this
               Realme
               at
               will
               ,
            
             
               In
               chace
               a
               chance
               did
               make
               my
               heart
               full
               sad
               .
            
             
               Wilde
               cruell
               beasts
               as
               desperate
               and
               mad
            
             
               Turn'd
               backe
               on
               me
               ,
               as
               I
               them
               brought
               to
               bay
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               rage
               my
               sinfull
               corps
               did
               slay
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               iust
               reward
               for
               so
               vniust
               a
               life
               ,
            
             
               No
               worse
               a
               death
               ,
               then
               I
               deserued
               yore
               .
            
             
               Such
               wreckes
               in
               th'
               end
               to
               wretches
               all
               are
               rife
               ,
            
             
               Who
               may
               and
               will
               not
               call
               for
               grace
               before
               .
            
             
               My
               wilfull
               deeds
               were
               nought
               ,
               what
               wilt
               thou
               more
               ?
            
             
               For
               wanton
               wildenesse
               ,
               witlesse
               ,
               heedlesse
               toyes
               :
            
             
               The
               brutish
               beasts
               bereau'd
               me
               of
               my
               ioyes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             MORINDVS
             WAS
             DEuoured
             by
             a
             monster
             ,
             the
             yeare
             
               before
               Christ.
            
             303.
             
          
           
             
               LEt
               me
               likewise
               declare
               my
               facts
               and
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               recite
               what
               meanes
               this
               slimie
               glere
               :
            
             
               You
               need
               not
               faine
               so
               quaint
               a
               looke
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               Although
               I
               seeme
               so
               fulsome
               euery
               where
               .
            
             
               This
               blade
               in
               bloodie
               hand
               ,
               which
               I
               do
               beare
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               gore
               bemingled
               with
               this
               glew
               ,
            
             
               In
               witnesse
               I
               the
               dreadfull
               monster
               slew
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               marke
               my
               tale
               :
               beware
               of
               rashnes
               vile
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               Morindus
               ,
               once
               a
               Britaine
               King
               ,
            
             
               On
               whom
               long
               time
               did
               Ladie
               Fortune
               smile
               ,
            
             
               Till
               to
               her
               wheeles
               steepe
               top
               she
               did
               me
               bring
               .
            
             
               My
               fame
               both
               far
               and
               neare
               she
               made
               to
               ring
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               my
               praise
               exalted
               so
               to
               skie
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               my
               time
               more
               famous
               none
               then
               I.
               
            
          
           
             
               Some
               say
               I
               was
               ,
               by
               birth
               ,
               a
               bastard
               bace
               ,
            
             
               Begotten
               of
               the
               Prince
               his
               concubine
               :
            
             
               But
               what
               I
               was
               declared
               well
               my
               grace
               ,
            
             
               My
               fortitude
               ,
               and
               stature
               Princely
               mine
               .
            
             
               My
               father
               eke
               that
               came
               of
               Princely
               line
            
             
               King
               Danius
               gaue
               not
               so
               bace
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               the
               noble
               Britaines
               vnto
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               feats
               of
               armes
               and
               warlike
               points
               I
               past
               ,
            
             
               In
               courage
               stout
               there
               liu'd
               not
               then
               my
               peere
               :
            
             
               I
               made
               them
               all
               that
               knew
               my
               name
               agast
               ,
            
             
               And
               hea●
               thow
               great
               mine
               enterprises
               were
               ,
            
             
               To
               shrinke
               and
               slinke
               ,
               and
               shift
               aside
               for
               feare
               .
            
             
               All
               which
               at
               length
               did
               me
               such
               glorie
               bring
               ,
            
             
               My
               father
               dead
               ,
               the
               Britaines
               made
               me
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               see
               how
               blind
               we
               are
               ,
               when
               Fortune
               smiles
               ,
            
             
               How
               sencelesse
               we
               ,
               when
               dignities
               increase
               :
            
             
               We
               euer
               vse
               our selues
               discreetly
               whiles
            
             
               We
               little
               haue
               ,
               and
               loue
               to
               liue
               in
               peace
               .
            
             
               Subiected
               thoughts
               doth
               wicked
               pride
               suppresse
               :
            
             
               We
               vse
               no
               rigour
               ,
               rancour
               ,
               rapine
               ,
               such
            
             
               As
               after
               ,
               when
               we
               haue
               our
               willes
               too
               much
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               whiles
               that
               I
               a
               subiect
               was
               ,
               no
               King
               ,
            
             
               While
               I
               had
               nothing
               ,
               but
               my
               facts
               alone
               :
            
             
               I
               studied
               still
               ,
               in
               euery
               kind
               of
               thing
            
             
               To
               serue
               my
               Prince
               ,
               and
               vnderfang
               his
               fone
               :
            
             
               To
               vse
               his
               subiects
               friendly
               euerychone
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               them
               all
               aduentures
               such
               to
               take
               ,
            
             
               As
               might
               them
               all
               my
               person
               fauour
               make
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               I
               once
               attained
               had
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               I
               waxed
               cruell
               ,
               tyrannous
               and
               fell
               :
            
             
               I
               had
               no
               longer
               minde
               of
               my
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               I
               vsde
               my selfe
               too
               ill
               ,
               the
               truth
               to
               tell
               .
            
             
               O
               bace
               degree
               in
               happie
               case
               full
               well
               !
            
             
               Which
               art
               not
               puft
               with
               pride
               ,
               vaine-glorie
               ,
               hate
               ,
            
             
               But
               art
               beneath
               ,
               content
               to
               bide
               thy
               fate
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               aloft
               ,
               when
               once
               my
               heate
               was
               in
               ,
            
             
               Not
               raind
               by
               reason
               ,
               ruled
               all
               by
               might
               :
            
             
               Ne
               prudence
               reckt
               ,
               right
               ,
               strength
               ,
               or
               meane
               a
               pin
               ,
            
             
               But
               with
               my
               friends
               ,
               in
               anger
               all
               would
               fight
               .
            
             
               I
               stroke
               ,
               kild
               ,
               slew
               who
               euer
               were
               in
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Without
               respect
               ,
               remorce
               ,
               reproofe
               ,
               regard
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               a
               mad
               man
               in
               my
               furie
               far'd
               ,
            
          
           
             
               I
               deem'd
               my
               might
               and
               fortitude
               was
               such
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               was
               able
               thereby
               conquer
               all
               :
            
             
               High
               kingdomes
               seat
               encreast
               my
               pompe
               so
               much
               ,
            
             
               My
               pride
               me
               thought
               impossible
               to
               fall
               .
            
             
               But
               God
               confounds
               our
               proud
               deuices
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               brings
               that
               thing
               wherein
               we
               most
               do
               trust
               ,
            
             
               To
               our
               destruction
               ,
               by
               his
               iudgement
               iust
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               when
               three
               yeares
               I
               ruled
               had
               this
               I
               le
            
             
               Without
               all
               law
               ,
               as
               was
               my
               lawlesse
               life
               ,
            
             
               The
               rumour
               ran
               abroad
               within
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               chiefly
               in
               the
               Norwest
               countrie
               rife
               ,
            
             
               A
               monster
               came
               from
               Th'
               irish
               seas
               ,
               brought
               griefe
            
             
               To
               all
               my
               subiects
               in
               those
               coasts
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Deuouring
               man
               and
               beast
               ,
               a
               monster
               fell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               when
               I
               knew
               for
               truth
               ,
               I
               straight
               prepar'd
            
             
               In
               warlike
               wise
               my selfe
               to
               trie
               the
               case
               :
            
             
               My
               haste
               thereto
               a
               courage
               bold
               declar'd
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               alone
               would
               enter
               in
               the
               place
               .
            
             
               At
               which
               ,
               with
               speare
               on
               horse
               I
               fet
               my
               race
               ,
            
             
               But
               on
               his
               scales
               it
               enter
               could
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               might
               a
               bulrush
               on
               a
               brasen
               dore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Againe
               I
               prou'd
               ,
               yet
               nought
               at
               all
               preuail'd
            
             
               To
               breake
               my
               speare
               ,
               and
               not
               to
               pierce
               his
               side
               :
            
             
               With
               that
               the
               roring
               monster
               me
               assail'd
               ,
            
             
               So
               terrifi'd
               my
               horse
               I
               could
               not
               ride
               .
            
             
               Wherewith
               I
               lighted
               ,
               and
               with
               sword
               I
               tri'd
            
             
               By
               strokes
               to
               find
               a
               passage
               to
               his
               life
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               I
               found
               in
               vaine
               was
               all
               my
               strife
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               I
               wearied
               was
               ,
               and
               spent
               with
               fight
               ,
            
             
               That
               kept
               my selfe
               with
               heed
               his
               danger
               fro
               :
            
             
               At
               last
               almost
               asham'd
               I
               wanted
               might
            
             
               And
               skill
               ,
               to
               worke
               the
               beastly
               monster
               wo.
            
             
               I
               gate
               me
               neerer
               with
               my
               sword
               him
               to
               ,
            
             
               And
               thought
               his
               flanckes
               or
               vnder
               parts
               to
               wound
               ,
            
             
               If
               there
               ,
               for
               scales
               ,
               might
               any
               place
               be
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               frustrate
               of
               my
               purpose
               ,
               finding
               none
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               within
               his
               danger
               entring
               quite
               :
            
             
               The
               grizely
               beast
               straight
               seazed
               me
               vpon
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               his
               talants
               on
               my
               corps
               to
               light
               .
            
             
               He
               gript
               my
               shoulders
               ,
               not
               resist
               I
               might
               :
            
             
               And
               roting
               with
               a
               greedie
               rauening
               looke
               ,
            
             
               At
               once
               in
               iawes
               my
               bodie
               whole
               he
               tooke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               way
               was
               large
               ,
               and
               downe
               he
               drew
               me
               in
               ,
            
             
               A
               monstrous
               paunch
               for
               roomth
               and
               wondrous
               wide
               :
            
             
               But
               (
               for
               I
               felt
               more
               softer
               there
               the
               skin
               )
            
             
               At
               once
               I
               drew
               a
               dagger
               by
               my
               side
               .
            
             
               I
               knew
               my
               life
               no
               longer
               could
               abide
            
             
               For
               rammish
               stench
               ,
               bloud
               ,
               poison
               ,
               slimy
               glere
            
             
               That
               in
               his
               body
               so
               aboundant
               were
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               I
               labouring
               to
               procure
               his
               death
               ,
            
             
               While
               first
               my
               dagger
               digde
               about
               his
               hart
               ,
            
             
               His
               force
               to
               cast
               me
               welnigh
               drewe
               my
               breath
               .
            
             
               But
               as
               he
               felt
               within
               ,
               his
               woundes
               to
               smart
               ,
            
             
               I
               ioyed
               to
               feele
               the
               mighty
               monster
               start
               ,
            
             
               That
               roard
               ,
               and
               belcht
               ,
               and
               groande
               ,
               and
               plungde
               ,
               and
               cride
               ,
            
             
               And
               tost
               me
               vp
               and
               downe
               ,
               from
               side
               to
               side
               .
            
          
           
             
               Long
               so
               in
               pangs
               hee
               plungde
               ,
               and
               panting
               lay
               ,
            
             
               And
               drew
               his
               winde
               so
               fast
               with
               such
               a
               powere
               ,
            
             
               That
               quite
               and
               cleane
               he
               drew
               my
               breath
               away
               ,
            
             
               Wee
               both
               were
               dead
               well
               nigh
               within
               an
               houre
               .
            
             
               Lo
               thus
               one
               beastly
               monster
               did
               deuoure
            
             
               Another
               monster
               moodles
               ,
               to
               vs
               paine
               :
            
             
               At
               once
               the
               realme
               was
               rid
               of
               monsters
               twaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               maist
               thou
               see
               of
               fortitude
               the
               hap
               ,
            
             
               Where
               prudence
               ,
               iustice
               ,
               temperance
               hath
               no
               place
               :
            
             
               How
               suddenly
               we
               taken
               are
               in
               trap
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               despise
               good
               vertues
               to
               embrace
               .
            
             
               Intemperance
               doth
               all
               our
               deeds
               deface
               ,
            
             
               And
               lets
               vs
               heedles
               headlong
               run
               so
               fast
               ,
            
             
               We
               seeke
               our
               owne
               destruction
               at
               the
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               he
               that
               hath
               of
               fortitude
               and
               might
               ,
            
             
               And
               thereto
               hath
               a
               kingdome
               ioind
               withall
               :
            
             
               Except
               he
               also
               guide
               himselfe
               aright
               ,
            
             
               His
               powre
               and
               strength
               prewaileth
               him
               but
               small
               ,
            
             
               He
               can
               not
               scape
               at
               length
               an
               haples
               fall
               .
            
             
               You
               may
               perceiue
               a
               myrrour
               plaine
               by
               me
               ,
            
             
               Which
               may
               with
               wisdome
               well
               sufficient
               be
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             EMERIANVS
             FOR
             HIS
             TYRANNIE
             WAS
             DEPOSED
             ,
             ABOVT
             THE
             yeare
             before
             Christ
             ,
             225.
             
          
           
             
               THe
               wofull
               wight
               that
               fell
               from
               throne
               to
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               The
               wretch
               that
               woue
               the
               web
               wherin
               he
               goes
               :
            
             
               A
               dolefull
               blacke
               bad
               weede
               still
               weare
               hee
               shall
            
             
               In
               woefull
               sort
               ,
               and
               nothing
               blame
               his
               foes
               .
            
             
               What
               neede
               such
               one
               at
               all
               his
               name
               disclose
               ?
            
             
               Except
               the
               rest
               of
               Britaine
               princes
               should
               ,
            
             
               Not
               here
               for
               shame
               resite
               his
               name
               he
               would
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               Emeriane
               King
               that
               raign'd
               a
               space
               ,
            
             
               Scarce
               all
               one
               yeare
               ,
               in
               Britaine
               Isle
               long
               sence
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               I
               was
               in
               maners
               voide
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Fierce
               ,
               tyrannous
               ,
               and
               full
               of
               negligence
               ,
            
             
               Bloud
               thirsty
               ,
               cruell
               ,
               vaine
               ,
               deuoide
               of
               sence
               ,
            
             
               The
               Britaines
               me
               deposed
               ,
               from
               seate
               and
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               reau'd
               me
               quite
               ,
               of
               riches
               and
               renowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               was
               despisde
               and
               banisht
               from
               my
               blisle
               ,
            
             
               Discountnanst
               ,
               faine
               to
               hide
               my selfe
               for
               shame
               :
            
             
               What
               neede
               I
               longer
               stand
               to
               tell
               thee
               this
               ?
            
             
               My selfe
               was
               for
               my
               woefull
               fall
               too
               blame
               .
            
             
               My
               raigne
               was
               short
               in
               few
               my
               fall
               I
               frame
               .
            
             
               My
               life
               was
               lothsome
               ,
               soone
               like
               death
               that
               found
               .
            
             
               Let
               this
               suffice
               a
               warning
               blast
               to
               sound
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             CHRINNVS
             GIVEN
             TO
             DRVNKENNES
             raigned
             but
             one
             yeare
             .
             He
             died
             about
             the
             
               yeare
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             137.
             
          
           
             
               THough
               I
               my
               surfets
               haue
               not
               yet
               out
               slept
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               scarce
               with
               quiet
               browes
               begin
               my
               tale
               ,
            
             
               Let
               not
               my
               drowsy
               talke
               bee
               ouer
               leapt
               ,
            
             
               For
               though
               my
               belching
               sent
               of
               wine
               or
               ale
               ,
            
             
               Although
               my
               face
               be
               fallo
               ,
               puft
               ,
               and
               pale
               ,
            
             
               And
               legs
               with
               dropsy
               swell
               ,
               and
               panch
               resound
               :
            
             
               Yet
               let
               me
               tell
               what
               vice
               did
               me
               confound
               .
            
          
           
             
               Perhaps
               thou
               thinkst
               so
               grosse
               a
               blockhead
               blunt
               ,
            
             
               A
               sleepy
               swinish
               head
               can
               nothing
               say
               :
            
             
               The
               greatest
               heads
               and
               smallest
               eke
               were
               wont
            
             
               To
               beare
               in
               them
               the
               finest
               wits
               away
               .
            
             
               This
               thing
               is
               true
               ,
               thou
               canst
               it
               not
               denay
               ,
            
             
               And
               Bacchus
               eke
               ensharps
               the
               wits
               of
               some
               ,
            
             
               
                 Foecundi
                 calices
                 quem
                 non
                 fecere
                 desertum
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               sith
               long
               since
               both
               braines
               and
               all
               were
               spent
               ,
            
             
               And
               this
               in
               place
               amongst
               my
               mates
               I
               speake
               :
            
             
               I
               trust
               thou
               wilt
               be
               herewithall
               content
               ,
            
             
               Although
               indeed
               my
               wits
               of
               talke
               are
               weake
               .
            
             
               So
               old
               a
               vessell
               cannot
               chuse
               but
               leake
               .
            
             
               A
               drunken
               sot
               whose
               faltering
               feete
               do
               slip
               .
            
             
               Must
               pardon
               craue
               ,
               his
               tongue
               in
               talke
               will
               trip
               .
            
          
           
             
               Chirinnus
               was
               my
               name
               a
               Britaine
               King
               ,
            
             
               But
               rulde
               short
               time
               :
               Sir
               Bacchus
               was
               my
               let
               :
            
             
               Erinnus
               eke
               my
               senses
               so
               did
               swing
               ,
            
             
               That
               reason
               could
               no
               seat
               amongst
               them
               get
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               the
               truth
               I
               pray
               thee
               plainely
               set
               .
            
             
               I
               gaue
               my selfe
               to
               surfets
               swilling
               wine
               ,
            
             
               And
               led
               my
               life
               much
               like
               a
               dronken
               swine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Diseases
               grew
               ,
               distemprance
               made
               me
               swell
               ,
            
             
               My
               parched
               liuer
               lusted
               still
               for
               baste
               :
            
             
               My
               timpane
               sounded
               like
               a
               taber
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               nought
               but
               wine
               did
               like
               my
               greedie
               taste
               .
            
             
               This
               vice
               and
               moe
               my
               life
               and
               me
               defaste
               ,
            
             
               My
               face
               was
               blowne
               and
               blubd
               with
               dropsie
               wan
               ,
            
             
               And
               legs
               more
               like
               a
               monster
               then
               a
               man.
               
            
          
           
             
               So
               not
               in
               shape
               I
               onely
               altered
               was
               ,
            
             
               My
               dispositions
               chang'd
               in
               me
               likewise
               :
            
             
               For
               vices
               make
               a
               man
               ,
               a
               goate
               ,
               an
               asse
               ,
            
             
               A
               swine
               or
               horse
               ,
               (
               as
               Poets
               can
               comprise
               )
            
             
               Transforming
               into
               beasts
               by
               sundry
               wise
            
             
               Such
               men
               as
               keepe
               not
               onely
               shape
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               But
               them
               mishapeth
               also
               now
               and
               then
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               let
               who
               so
               loues
               to
               liue
               long
               daies
            
             
               Without
               diseases
               ,
               strong
               ,
               in
               youthfull
               state
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               of
               Bacchus
               booth
               which
               all
               betraies
               ,
            
             
               The
               vaile
               of
               vices
               vaine
               ,
               the
               hauen
               of
               hate
               ,
            
             
               The
               well
               of
               weake
               delights
               ,
               the
               brand
               of
               bate
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               I
               lost
               my
               health
               ,
               life
               ,
               Realme
               and
               fame
               ,
            
             
               And
               onely
               wonne
               the
               shrouding
               sheete
               of
               shame
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             VARIANVS
             GAVE
             HIMSELFE
             TO
             THE
             lustes
             of
             the
             flesh
             ,
             and
             dyed
             about
             the
             
               yeare
               before
               Christ
            
             ,
             136.
             
          
           
             
               WHere
               no
               good
               gifts
               haue
               place
               ,
               nor
               beare
               the
               sway
               ,
            
             
               What
               are
               the
               men
               ,
               but
               wilful
               castaway
               ?
            
             
               Where
               gifts
               of
               grace
               doe
               garnish
               well
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               want
               ,
               the
               land
               can
               lacke
               nothing
               .
            
             
               The
               Court
               is
               still
               well
               stor'd
               with
               noble
               men
               ,
            
             
               In
               Townes
               and
               Cities
               Gouernours
               are
               graue
               :
            
             
               The
               common
               wealth
               doth
               also
               prosper
               then
               ,
            
             
               And
               wealth
               at
               will
               the
               Prince
               and
               people
               haue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Perhaps
               you
               aske
               ,
               what
               Prince
               is
               this
               appeares
               ?
            
             
               What
               meanes
               his
               talke
               in
               these
               our
               golden
               yeares
               ?
            
             
               A
               Britaine
               Prince
               that
               Varianus
               hight
               ,
            
             
               I
               held
               sometime
               the
               Scepter
               here
               by
               right
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               no
               need
               there
               be
               in
               these
               your
               daies
            
             
               Of
               states
               to
               tell
               ,
               or
               vertues
               good
               discriue
               ,
            
             
               Good
               counsaile
               yet
               doth
               stand
               in
               stead
               alwaies
               ,
            
             
               When
               time
               againe
               may
               vices
               olde
               reuiue
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               not
               :
               yet
               giue
               me
               leaue
               amongst
               the
               rest
            
             
               Which
               felt
               their
               fall
               ,
               or
               had
               their
               deaths
               addrest
               :
            
             
               My
               cause
               of
               fall
               let
               me
               likewise
               declare
               ,
            
             
               For
               *
               falles
               the
               deaths
               of
               vicious
               Princes
               are
               .
            
             
               They
               fall
               ,
               when
               all
               good
               men
               reioice
               or
               see
            
             
               That
               they
               short
               time
               enioide
               their
               places
               hie
               .
            
             
               For
               Princes
               which
               for
               vertues
               praised
               be
               ,
            
             
               By
               death
               arise
               ,
               extold
               they
               scale
               the
               skie
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               will
               be
               short
               ,
               because
               it
               may
               suffice
            
             
               That
               soone
               is
               said
               ,
               to
               warne
               the
               sage
               and
               wise
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               that
               they
               no
               warning
               need
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               This
               may
               perchance
               somewhat
               their
               labour
               saue
            
             
               With
               those
               ,
               that
               will
               not
               heare
               their
               faults
               them
               told
               ,
            
             
               By
               such
               as
               would
               admonish
               them
               for
               loue
               :
            
             
               When
               they
               my
               words
               and
               warnings
               here
               behold
               ,
            
             
               They
               may
               regard
               and
               see
               their
               owne
               behoue
               .
            
          
           
             
               About
               my
               time
               the
               Princes
               liu'd
               not
               long
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               were
               giuen
               almost
               to
               vice
               and
               wrong
               :
            
             
               My selfe
               voluptuous
               was
               abandond
               quite
               ,
            
             
               To
               take
               in
               fleshly
               lust
               my
               whole
               delite
               :
            
             
               A
               pleasure
               vile
               ,
               that
               drawes
               a
               man
               from
               thrift
               and
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               iust
               desires
               ,
               and
               heauenly
               thoughts
               expell
               :
            
             
               Doth
               spoile
               the
               corps
               ,
               defiles
               the
               soule
               ,
               and
               fame
               deface
               ,
            
             
               And
               brings
               him
               downe
               to
               Plutoes
               paines
               of
               hell
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               this
               my
               sinne
               my
               subiects
               hated
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Repining
               still
               my
               stained
               life
               to
               see
               .
            
             
               As
               when
               the
               Prince
               is
               wholly
               giuen
               to
               vice
               ,
            
             
               And
               holdes
               the
               lewder
               sort
               in
               greatest
               price
               ,
            
             
               The
               land
               decaies
               ,
               disorder
               springs
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               The
               worser
               sort
               doe
               robbe
               ,
               pill
               ,
               pole
               ,
               and
               spoile
            
             
               The
               weaker
               force
               to
               beare
               the
               greatest
               loade
               ,
            
             
               And
               leese
               the
               goods
               for
               which
               they
               earst
               did
               toile
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               can
               Iehoua
               iust
               abide
               the
               wrong
               ?
            
             
               He
               will
               not
               suffer
               such
               haue
               scepter
               long
               .
            
             
               As
               he
               did
               strike
               for
               sinfull
               life
               my
               seate
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               me
               downe
               from
               royall
               kingdome
               beate
               :
            
             
               The
               like
               examples
               are
               in
               stories
               rife
               ,
            
             
               No
               wicked
               wight
               can
               gouerne
               long
               in
               rest
               :
            
             
               For
               either
               some
               bereaues
               him
               of
               his
               life
               ,
            
             
               Or
               downe
               his
               throne
               and
               kingdome
               is
               deprest
               .
            
             
               Bid
               Princes
               then
               and
               noble
               Peeres
               the
               like
               delights
               detest
               .
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               way
               the
               wrath
               of
               Ioue
               to
               wrest
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             THE
             WORTHIE
             Britaine
             Duke
             Nennius
             as
             a
             valiant
             Souldier
             and
             faithfull
             Subiect
             encountred
             with
             
               Iulius
               Caesar
            
             ,
             was
             by
             him
             
               death-wounded
               :
               yet
               neuerthelesse
               he
               gate
            
             Caesars
             
               sword
               ,
               put
               him
               to
            
             flight
             ,
             slew
             therewith
             Labianus
             a
             Tribune
             of
             the
             Romans
             ,
             endured
             fight
             till
             his
             countrie
             men
             wan
             the
             field
             ,
             and
             now
             encourageth
             all
             good
             Subiects
             ,
             to
             defend
             their
             countrey
             from
             the
             power
             of
             forraine
             and
             intruding
             enemies
             .
             He
             was
             slaine
             about
             the
             yeare
             before
             Christ
             ,
             52.
             
          
           
             
               I
               May
               by
               right
               ,
               some
               later
               writers
               blame
               ,
            
             
               Of
               stories
               olde
               ,
               as
               rude
               or
               negligent
               :
            
             
               Or
               else
               I
               may
               them
               well
               vnlearned
               name
               ,
            
             
               Or
               heedlesse
               in
               those
               things
               about
               they
               went.
            
             
               Some
               time
               on
               me
               as
               well
               they
               might
               haue
               spent
               ,
            
             
               As
               on
               such
               tyrants
               ,
               who
               as
               bloodie
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               their
               countrey
               wrought
               such
               deadly
               woes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               As
               for
               my selfe
               I
               doe
               not
               this
               recite
               :
            
             
               (
               Although
               I
               haue
               occasion
               good
               thereto
               )
            
             
               But
               sure
               ,
               me
               thinks
               it
               is
               too
               great
               despite
            
             
               That
               to
               the
               dead
               these
               moderne
               writers
               doe
               ,
            
             
               For
               there
               are
               Britaines
               ,
               neither
               one
               or
               two
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               names
               in
               stories
               scarcely
               once
               appeare
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               their
               liues
               examples
               worthy
               were
               .
            
          
           
             
               T
               's
               worthy
               praise
               (
               I
               graunt
               )
               to
               write
               the
               ends
            
             
               Of
               vicious
               men
               ,
               and
               teach
               the
               like
               beware
               :
            
             
               For
               what
               hath
               he
               of
               vertue
               that
               commends
            
             
               Such
               persons
               lewde
               ,
               as
               naught
               of
               vertues
               care
               ?
            
             
               But
               for
               to
               leaue
               out
               those
               praise
               worthy
               are
               ,
            
             
               Is
               like
               as
               if
               a
               man
               had
               not
               the
               skill
            
             
               To
               praise
               the
               good
               ,
               but
               discommend
               the
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               craue
               no
               praise
               ,
               although
               my selfe
               deseru'd
            
             
               As
               great
               a
               laude
               as
               any
               one
               of
               yore
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               would
               haue
               it
               tolde
               how
               well
               I
               seru'd
            
             
               My
               Prince
               and
               Countrey
               .
               Faith
               to
               both
               I
               bore
               .
            
             
               All
               noble
               hearts
               ,
               hereby
               with
               courage
               more
            
             
               May
               both
               tall
               forraine
               force
               in
               fight
               withstand
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               their
               foes
               may
               haue
               the
               vpper
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Againe
               ,
               to
               shew
               how
               valiant
               then
               we
               were
            
             
               (
               You
               Britaines
               good
               )
               to
               mooue
               your
               hearts
               thereby
            
             
               All
               other
               nations
               lesse
               in
               fight
               to
               feare
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               your
               countrey
               rather
               so
               to
               die
            
             
               With
               valiant
               hauty
               courage
               as
               did
               I
               ,
            
             
               Then
               liue
               in
               bondage
               ,
               seruice
               ,
               slauery
               ,
               thrall
            
             
               Of
               forraine
               powers
               ,
               which
               hate
               your
               manhood
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Doe
               giue
               me
               leaue
               to
               speake
               but
               euen
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               marke
               ,
               and
               write
               the
               story
               I
               thee
               tell
               .
            
             
               By
               North
               from
               London
               more
               then
               fifty
               mile
               ,
            
             
               There
               lies
               the
               Isle
               of
               Ely
               ,
               knowne
               full
               well
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               my
               Father
               built
               a
               place
               to
               dwell
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               because
               he
               liked
               well
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               He
               gaue
               the
               place
               height
               Ely
               of
               his
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               He
               raigned
               forty
               yeares
               as
               stories
               tell
               ,
            
             
               And
               fame
               did
               beare
               his
               name
               both
               wide
               and
               far
               .
            
             
               By
               Iustice
               guided
               he
               his
               subiects
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               liu'd
               in
               peace
               ,
               without
               the
               broiles
               of
               war.
            
             
               His
               childrens
               noble
               acts
               in
               stories
               are
               ,
            
             
               In
               vulgar
               tongue
               :
               but
               nought
               is
               said
               of
               mee
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               I
               worthy
               was
               the
               yongst
               of
               three
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               eldest
               sonne
               and
               heire
               was
               after
               King
               ,
            
             
               A
               noble
               Prince
               ,
               and
               he
               was
               named
               Lud
               :
            
             
               Full
               polliticke
               and
               wise
               in
               euery
               thing
               .
            
             
               And
               one
               that
               wish'd
               his
               Countrey
               alwaies
               good
               .
            
             
               Such
               vses
               ,
               customes
               ,
               statutes
               he
               withstood
               .
            
             
               As
               seem'd
               to
               bring
               the
               publique
               weales
               decay
               ,
            
             
               And
               them
               abolisht
               ,
               brake
               ,
               repeald
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               he
               the
               walles
               of
               Troy
               the
               new
               renewde
               ,
            
             
               Them
               sortified
               with
               fortie
               Towers
               about
               :
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               west
               side
               of
               the
               wall
               he
               vewde
            
             
               The
               Towers
               strong
               gate
               to
               keepe
               the
               foemen
               out
               ,
            
             
               That
               made
               he
               prisons
               for
               the
               poore
               bankrout
               ,
            
             
               Nam'd
               Ludgate
               yet
               ,
               for
               free
               men
               debters
               ,
               free
            
             
               From
               hurt
               ,
               till
               with
               their
               creditours
               they
               gree
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               say
               the
               City
               also
               tooke
               the
               name
            
             
               Of
               Lud
               my
               brother
               :
               for
               he
               it
               reparde
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               must
               needs
               as
               true
               confesse
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               that
               time
               no
               cost
               on
               it
               he
               sparde
               ,
            
             
               He
               still
               increast
               and
               peopled
               euery
               warde
               ,
            
             
               And
               bad
               them
               aie
               Kaerlud
               the
               City
               call
               ,
            
             
               Or
               Ludstone
               ,
               now
               you
               name
               it
               London
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               he
               dide
               ,
               his
               children
               vnder
               age
               ,
            
             
               The
               elder
               named
               was
               Androgeus
               ,
            
             
               Committing
               both
               vnto
               my
               brothers
               charge
               ,
            
             
               The
               younger
               of
               them
               hight
               Tenancius
               .
            
             
               The
               Britaines
               wanting
               aged
               rulers
               thus
               ,
            
             
               Chose
               for
               that
               time
               Cassibellane
               their
               King
            
             
               My
               brother
               ,
               Iustice
               ment
               in
               euery
               thing
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Romane
               then
               the
               mighty
               Caesar
               fought
            
             
               Against
               the
               Galles
               ,
               and
               conquerd
               them
               by
               might
               :
            
             
               Which
               done
               ,
               he
               stood
               on
               shores
               where
               see
               hee
               mought
            
             
               The
               Ocean
               Seas
               ,
               and
               Britaine
               clieues
               full
               bright
               .
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               hee
               )
               what
               region
               lies
               there
               in
               my
               sight
               ?
            
             
               Mee
               thinkes
               some
               Iland
               in
               the
               Seas
               I
               see
               ,
            
             
               Not
               yet
               sub
               dued
               ,
               nor
               vanquist
               yet
               by
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               they
               told
               him
               we
               the
               Britaines
               were
               ,
            
             
               A
               people
               stout
               ,
               and
               fearce
               in
               feates
               of
               warre
               .
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               he
               )
               the
               Romanes
               neuer
               yet
               with
               feare
            
             
               Of
               nation
               rude
               ,
               were
               daunted
               of
               so
               farre
               :
            
             
               We
               therefore
               mind
               to
               proue
               them
               what
               they
               are
               .
            
             
               And
               there
               withall
               these
               letters
               he
               did
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Brought
               by
               ambassadours
               which
               hither
               came
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 
                   C.
                   IVLIVS
                   CAESAR
                   CONsull
                   of
                   Rome
                   ,
                   to
                   Cassibellane
                   ,
                   King
                   of
                   Britaine
                   ,
                   sendeth
                   greeting
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   
                     SIth
                     that
                     the
                     Gods
                     haue
                     giuen
                     vs
                     all
                     the
                     West
                  
                
                 
                   
                     As
                     subiects
                     to
                     our
                  
                   Romane
                   
                     Empire
                     hie
                  
                
                 
                   
                     By
                     warre
                     ,
                     or
                     as
                     it
                     seemed
                  
                   Ioue
                   
                     the
                     best
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Of
                     whom
                     wee
                  
                   Romanes
                   
                     came
                     ,
                     and
                     chiefly
                     I
                  
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   
                     Therefore
                     to
                     you
                     which
                     in
                     the
                  
                   Ocean
                   dwell
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     (
                     As
                     yet
                     not
                     vnderneath
                     subiection
                     due
                     )
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Wee
                     send
                     our
                     letters
                     greeting
                     :
                     wete
                     yee
                     well
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   
                     In
                     warlike
                     cases
                     thus
                     we
                     deale
                     with
                     you
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   
                     First
                     ,
                     that
                     you
                     ,
                     as
                     the
                     other
                     regions
                     ,
                     pay
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Vs
                     tribute
                     yearely
                  
                   ,
                   Romanes
                   
                     we
                     require
                  
                   :
                
                 
                   
                     Then
                     ,
                     that
                     you
                     will
                     with
                     all
                     the
                     force
                     you
                     may
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Withstand
                     our
                     foes
                     ,
                     as
                     yours
                     ,
                     with
                     sword
                     and
                     fire
                     :
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   
                     And
                     thirdly
                     ,
                     that
                     by
                     these
                     you
                     hostage
                     send
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Tassure
                     the
                     couenants
                     once
                     agreed
                     by
                     you
                     :
                  
                
                 
                   
                     So
                     with
                     your
                     daunger
                     lesse
                     ,
                     our
                     warres
                     may
                     end
                     :
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Else
                     bid
                     we
                     warre
                  
                   .
                   Cassibellane
                   adieu
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Caesar
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               No
               sooner
               were
               this
               Caesars
               letters
               seene
               ,
            
             
               But
               straight
               the
               King
               for
               all
               his
               nobles
               sent
               :
            
             
               He
               shew'd
               them
               what
               their
               ancestors
               had
               beene
               ,
            
             
               And
               prai'd
               them
               tell
               in
               this
               their
               whole
               intent
               .
            
             
               He
               told
               them
               whereabout
               the
               Romans
               went
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               subiection
               was
               ,
               how
               seruile
               they
            
             
               Should
               be
               ,
               if
               Caesar
               bare
               their
               pompe
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               all
               the
               Britaine
               's
               euen
               as
               set
               on
               fire
            
             
               (
               My
               selfe
               not
               least
               enflamed
               was
               to
               fight
               )
            
             
               Did
               humblie
               him
               in
               ioyfull
               wise
               desire
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               his
               letters
               would
               to
               Caesar
               write
               ,
            
             
               And
               tell
               him
               plaine
               we
               past
               not
               of
               his
               spite
               :
            
             
               We
               past
               as
               little
               of
               the
               Romans
               ,
               we
               ,
            
             
               And
               lesse
               ,
               then
               they
               of
               vs
               ,
               if
               lesse
               might
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               the
               ioyfull
               King
               againe
               repli'd
               ,
            
             
               Through
               counsell
               wise
               of
               all
               the
               nobles
               had
               :
            
             
               By
               letters
               he
               the
               Romans
               hests
               denide
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               the
               Britaines
               hautie
               hearts
               full
               glad
               :
            
             
               And
               eke
               the
               Romane
               Consul
               proud
               as
               mad
            
             
               To
               heare
               these
               letters
               written
               :
               thus
               they
               went
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               againe
               to
               mightie
               Caesar
               sent
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 
                   CASSIBELLANE
                   KING
                   OF
                   BRITAINE
                   TO
                   C.
                   IVLIVS
                   Caesar
                   Consull
                   of
                   Rome
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   
                     AS
                     thou
                     ,
                     O
                  
                   Caesar
                   ,
                   
                     writ'st
                     the
                     Gods
                     haue
                     giuen
                     to
                     thee
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     West
                     :
                     so
                     I
                     replie
                     ,
                     they
                     gaue
                     this
                     I
                     le
                     to
                     mee
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Thou
                     sai'st
                     you
                     Romans
                     ,
                     and
                     thy selfe
                     of
                     Gods
                     descend
                     :
                  
                
                 
                   
                     And
                     dar'st
                     thou
                     then
                     ,
                     to
                     spoile
                     our
                     Troian
                     blood
                     pretend
                     ?
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Againe
                     ,
                     though
                     Gods
                     haue
                     giu'n
                     thee
                     all
                     the
                     world
                     as
                     thine
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   
                     That
                     's
                     parted
                     from
                     the
                     world
                     ,
                     thou
                     get'st
                     no
                     land
                     of
                     mine
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     And
                     sith
                     likewise
                     of
                     Gods
                     we
                     came
                     a
                     Nation
                     free
                     :
                  
                
                 
                   
                     We
                     owe
                     no
                     tribute
                     ,
                     aide
                     ,
                     or
                     pledge
                     to
                     Rome
                     or
                     thee
                     .
                  
                
                 
                 
                   
                     Retract
                     thy
                     will
                     ,
                     or
                     wage
                     thy
                     warre
                     :
                     as
                     likes
                     thee
                     best
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   
                     We
                     are
                     to
                     fight
                     ,
                     and
                     rather
                     then
                     to
                     friendship
                     ,
                     prest
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     To
                     saue
                     our
                     countrey
                     from
                     the
                     force
                     of
                     forren
                     strife
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Each
                     Britaine
                     heere
                     ,
                     is
                     well
                     content
                     to
                     venter
                     life
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     We
                     feare
                     not
                     of
                     the
                     end
                     ,
                     or
                     dangers
                     thou
                     dost
                     tell
                     :
                  
                
                 
                   
                     But
                     vse
                     thy
                     pleasure
                     if
                     thou
                     maist
                     :
                     thus
                     fare
                     thou
                     well
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   Cassibellane
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
               When
               Caesar
               had
               receiu'd
               his
               answere
               so
               ,
            
             
               It
               vext
               him
               much
               :
               he
               thereupon
               decreed
            
             
               To
               wage
               vs
               warre
               ,
               and
               worke
               vs
               Britaines
               woe
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               he
               hasted
               hitherward
               with
               speed
               .
            
             
               The
               Britaines
               eke
               ,
               prepar'd
               themselues
               with
               heed
            
             
               To
               meete
               the
               Romans
               all
               ,
               in
               warlike
               guise
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               force
               ,
               and
               speed
               they
               might
               deuise
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               heere
               the
               wiser
               deem'd
               it
               meeter
               much
            
             
               T'
               assaile
               them
               first
               at
               th'
               entry
               on
               this
               land
               ,
            
             
               Then
               for
               to
               giue
               arriuall
               heere
               to
               such
               ,
            
             
               Might
               with
               our
               victuals
               aide
               ,
               our selues
               withstand
               .
            
             
               T'
               is
               better
               far
               the
               enemies
               t'aband
            
             
               Quite
               from
               thy
               borders
               ,
               to
               a
               forren
               soile
               ,
            
             
               Then
               he
               at
               home
               ,
               thee
               and
               thy
               countrie
               spoile
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               we
               met
               him
               at
               his
               entrie
               in
               ,
            
             
               And
               pitcht
               our
               camps
               directly
               in
               his
               way
               :
            
             
               We
               minded
               sure
               to
               lose
               ,
               or
               else
               to
               win
            
             
               The
               praise
               ,
               before
               we
               past
               from
               thence
               away
               .
            
             
               So
               when
               that
               both
               the
               armies
               were
               in
               ray
               ,
            
             
               And
               trumpets
               blast
               on
               euery
               side
               was
               blowne
               ,
            
             
               Our
               minds
               to
               either
               each
               ,
               were
               quickly
               knowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               ioyned
               battaile
               ,
               fiercely
               both
               we
               fought
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romanes
               to
               enlarge
               their
               Empires
               fame
               :
            
             
               And
               we
               with
               all
               the
               force
               and
               might
               we
               mought
               ,
            
             
               To
               saue
               our
               countrie
               ,
               and
               to
               keepe
               our
               name
               .
            
             
               O
               worthie
               Britaines
               !
               learne
               to
               do
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               We
               brake
               the
               rayes
               of
               all
               the
               Romane
               hoast
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               the
               mightie
               Caesar
               leaue
               his
               boast
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               he
               the
               worthiest
               Captaine
               euer
               was
               ,
            
             
               Brought
               all
               in
               ray
               ,
               and
               fought
               againe
               a
               new
               .
            
             
               His
               skilfull
               souldiers
               he
               could
               bring
               to
               passe
            
             
               At
               once
               ,
               for
               why
               his
               traynings
               all
               they
               knew
               .
            
             
               No
               sooner
               I
               his
               noble
               corps
               did
               view
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               I
               brake
               amongst
               the
               captaines
               band
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               I
               faught
               with
               Caesar
               hand
               to
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               God
               thou
               might'st
               haue
               giuen
               a
               Britaine
               grace
               ,
            
             
               T'
               haue
               slaine
               the
               Roman
               Caesar
               noble
               then
               :
            
             
               Which
               sought
               the
               noble
               Britaines
               to
               deface
               ,
            
             
               And
               bring
               in
               bondage
               valiant
               worthie
               men
               .
            
             
               He
               neuer
               should
               haue
               gone
               to
               Rome
               agen
               ,
            
             
               To
               fight
               with
               Pompey
               ,
               or
               his
               peeres
               to
               slay
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               to
               bring
               his
               countrie
               in
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               ioy'd
               my
               heart
               ,
               to
               strike
               on
               Caesars
               crest
               .
            
             
               O
               Caesar
               that
               there
               had
               been
               none
               but
               wee
               ,
            
             
               I
               often
               made
               my
               sword
               to
               trie
               thy
               brest
               :
            
             
               But
               Ladie
               fortune
               did
               not
               fauour
               mee
               .
            
             
               I
               able
               was
               me
               thought
               with
               Caesars
               three
            
             
               To
               trie
               the
               case
               :
               I
               made
               thy
               heart
               to
               quake
               ,
            
             
               When
               on
               thy
               crest
               ,
               with
               mightie
               stroke
               I
               strake
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               strokes
               thou
               strook'st
               me
               ,
               hurt
               me
               nought
               at
               all
               :
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               thy
               strength
               was
               nothing
               in
               respect
               .
            
             
               But
               thou
               had'st
               bath'd
               thy
               sword
               in
               poyson
               all
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               my
               wound
               ,
               not
               deadly
               else
               ,
               infect
               .
            
             
               Yet
               was
               I
               or
               I
               parted
               thence
               bewreckt
               .
            
             
               I
               gate
               thy
               sword
               from
               thee
               ,
               for
               all
               thy
               fame
               :
            
             
               And
               made
               thee
               flie
               ,
               for
               feare
               to
               eate
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               thy
               sword
               was
               in
               my
               target
               fast
               ,
            
             
               I
               made
               thee
               flie
               ,
               and
               quickly
               leaue
               thy
               hold
               :
            
             
               Thou
               neuer
               wast
               in
               all
               thy
               life
               so
               gast
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               durst
               againe
               be
               euer
               halfe
               so
               bold
               .
            
             
               I
               made
               a
               number
               Romans
               hearts
               ful
               cold
               .
            
             
               Fight
               ,
               fight
               ,
               you
               noble
               Britaines
               now
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
            
             
               We
               neuer
               all
               will
               vnreuenged
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               Caesar
               though
               thy
               praise
               and
               mine
               bee
               od
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               ancient
               stories
               scarce
               remember
               me
               )
            
             
               Though
               Poets
               all
               of
               thee
               doe
               make
               a
               God
               ,
            
             
               (
               Such
               simple
               fooles
               in
               making
               Gods
               they
               bee
               )
            
             
               Yet
               if
               I
               had
               my
               quarell
               try'd
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               neuer
               hadst
               returnde
               to
               Rome
               againe
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               ,
               of
               thy
               faithfull
               friends
               ,
               bin
               beastly
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               number
               Britaine
               's
               mightst
               thou
               there
               haue
               seene
            
             
               Wounded
               in
               fight
               ,
               and
               spoile
               their
               spitefull
               foes
               .
            
             
               My selfe
               maimde
               ,
               slew
               and
               mangled
               mo
               (
               I
               weene
               )
            
             
               When
               I
               was
               hurt
               ,
               then
               twenty
               more
               of
               those
               .
            
             
               I
               made
               the
               Romanes
               stout
               their
               courage
               lose
               .
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               campe
               no
               Romane
               scarce
               I
               spide
            
             
               Durst
               halfe
               the
               combate
               gainst
               a
               Britaine
               bide
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               I
               met
               a
               noble
               man
               ,
               they
               cald
            
             
               Him
               Labienus
               ,
               one
               of
               Caesars
               friends
               ,
            
             
               A
               Tribune
               erst
               had
               many
               Britaines
               thrald
               ,
            
             
               Was
               one
               of
               Caesars
               Legats
               forth
               he
               sends
               :
            
             
               Well
               met
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               I
               minde
               to
               make
               th'
               amends
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               thy
               friendships
               to
               our
               Country
               crew
               .
            
             
               And
               so
               with
               Caesars
               sword
               ,
               his
               friend
               I
               slew
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               neede
               I
               name
               you
               euery
               Britaine
               here
               ,
            
             
               As
               first
               the
               King
               ,
               the
               nobles
               all
               beside
               ,
            
             
               Full
               stout
               and
               worthy
               wights
               in
               warre
               that
               were
               ,
            
             
               As
               euer
               erst
               the
               stately
               Romanes
               tride
               .
            
             
               We
               fought
               so
               long
               they
               durst
               no
               longer
               bide
               .
            
             
               Proude
               Caesar
               he
               for
               all
               his
               bragges
               and
               boast
            
             
               Flew
               backe
               to
               ships
               ,
               with
               halfe
               his
               scattered
               hoast
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               he
               had
               bene
               a
               God
               (
               as
               sots
               him
               nam'd
               )
            
             
               He
               could
               not
               of
               vs
               Britaines
               taken
               foile
               :
            
             
               The
               Monarch
               Caesar
               might
               haue
               been
               asham'd
               ,
            
             
               From
               such
               an
               Iland
               with
               his
               ships
               recoile
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               to
               flie
               and
               leaue
               behind
               the
               spoile
               .
            
             
               But
               life
               is
               sweete
               ,
               he
               thought
               it
               better
               flie
               ,
            
             
               Then
               bide
               amongst
               vs
               Britaines
               ,
               here
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               had
               his
               sword
               ,
               was
               named
               Croceamors
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               he
               gaue
               me
               in
               the
               head
               a
               stroke
               :
            
             
               The
               venime
               of
               the
               which
               had
               such
               a
               force
               ,
            
             
               It
               able
               was
               to
               pierce
               the
               heart
               of
               oke
               :
            
             
               No
               medcines
               might
               the
               poyson
               out
               reuoke
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               though
               scarce
               he
               pierced
               had
               the
               skin
               ,
            
             
               In
               fifteene
               daies
               my
               braines
               it
               ranckled
               in
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               then
               too
               soone
               (
               alas
               )
               therefore
               I
               dide
               .
            
             
               Yet
               would
               to
               God
               he
               had
               returnde
               againe
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               I
               might
               but
               once
               the
               dastard
               spide
            
             
               Before
               he
               went
               ,
               I
               had
               the
               serpent
               slaine
               .
            
             
               He
               plaide
               the
               coward
               cutthrote
               all
               too
               plaine
               .
            
             
               A
               beastly
               serpents
               heart
               that
               beasts
               detects
               ,
            
             
               Which
               ,
               or
               he
               fight
               ,
               his
               sword
               with
               bane
               infects
               .
            
          
           
             
               Well
               ,
               then
               my
               death
               brought
               Caesar
               no
               ronowne
               ,
            
             
               For
               both
               I
               gate
               thereby
               eternall
               fame
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               his
               sword
               to
               strike
               his
               friends
               adowne
               ,
            
             
               I
               slew
               therewith
               his
               Labiene
               by
               name
               .
            
             
               With
               Prince
               ,
               against
               my
               Countrey
               foes
               I
               came
               ,
            
             
               Was
               wounded
               ,
               yet
               did
               neuer
               faint
               nor
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               Till
               Caesar
               with
               his
               souldiers
               fled
               the
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               would
               not
               venture
               life
               in
               such
               a
               case
               ?
            
             
               Who
               would
               not
               fight
               ,
               at
               Countries
               whole
               request
               ?
            
             
               Who
               would
               not
               meeting
               Caesar
               in
               the
               place
               ,
            
             
               Fight
               for
               life
               ,
               Prince
               ,
               and
               Countrey
               ,
               with
               the
               best
               ?
            
             
               The
               greatest
               courage
               is
               by
               facts
               exprest
               :
            
             
               Then
               for
               thy
               Prince
               ,
               with
               fortitude
               ,
               as
               I
               ,
            
             
               And
               Realmes
               defence
               ,
               is
               praise
               to
               liue
               or
               dy
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               write
               my
               life
               when
               thou
               hast
               leasure
               ,
               and
            
             
               Will
               all
               thy
               countrymen
               to
               learne
               by
               me
               ,
            
             
               Both
               for
               their
               Prince
               and
               for
               their
               natiue
               land
            
             
               As
               valiant
               ,
               bold
               ,
               and
               fearelesse
               for
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               A
               paterne
               plaine
               of
               fortitude
               they
               see
               :
            
             
               To
               which
               directly
               if
               themselues
               they
               frame
               ,
            
             
               They
               shall
               preserue
               their
               Countrey
               ,
               faith
               ,
               and
               fame
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THE
             LORD
             IRENGLAS
             COSIN
             TO
             KING
             CASSIBELLANE
             ,
             was
             slaine
             by
             the
             Lord
             
               Elimine
               ,
               cosin
               to
            
             Androgeus
             
               Earle
               of
               London
               ,
               about
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
               ,
            
             51.
             
          
           
             
               AMongst
               the
               rest
               that
               whilome
               sate
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               rest
               ,
               that
               once
               had
               happie
               chance
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               rest
               ,
               that
               had
               good
               fortune
               oft
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               rest
               ,
               that
               could
               themselues
               aduance
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               rest
               ,
               that
               led
               in
               warres
               the
               dance
               ,
            
             
               And
               wan
               the
               palme
               ,
               the
               praise
               ,
               renowne
               ,
               and
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Leaue
               in
               thy
               booke
               a
               place
               to
               put
               my
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               will
               be
               briefe
               and
               truly
               tell
               thee
               all
            
             
               The
               cause
               why
               I
               from
               graue
               do
               now
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               recite
               to
               thee
               my
               sudden
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               in
               life
               mine
               exercises
               were
               .
            
             
               To
               which
               since
               I
               do
               see
               thee
               set
               thine
               eare
               ,
            
             
               Marke
               now
               my
               tale
               ,
               and
               beare
               it
               well
               away
               ,
            
             
               Marke
               what
               me
               brought
               so
               sudden
               in
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               who
               so
               stands
               trust
               to
               a
               stedfast
               hold
               ,
            
             
               If
               stedfast
               hold
               he
               thinke
               that
               he
               may
               find
               ,
            
             
               Presume
               not
               on
               thy
               strength
               ,
               nay
               yet
               be
               bold
            
             
               On
               Fortunes
               gifts
               ,
               nay
               let
               her
               guide
               thy
               mind
            
             
               In
               hope
               of
               hap
               ,
               for
               she
               is
               counted
               blind
               :
            
             
               To
               praise
               her
               prankes
               occasion
               giues
               no
               cause
               .
            
             
               Do
               wisely
               ,
               or
               you
               praise
               her
               take
               the
               pause
               :
            
          
           
             
               Some
               loue
               to
               boast
               what
               fortune
               they
               haue
               had
               ,
            
             
               Some
               other
               blame
               misfortune
               theirs
               as
               fast
               :
            
             
               Some
               tell
               of
               fortunes
               there
               be
               good
               and
               bad
               ,
            
             
               Some
               fooles
               of
               fortune
               make
               themselues
               agast
               .
            
             
               Some
               shew
               of
               fortune
               comming
               ,
               present
               ,
               past
               ,
            
             
               And
               say
               there
               is
               a
               fate
               that
               ruleth
               all
               :
            
             
               But
               sure
               it
               seemes
               their
               wisdome
               is
               but
               small
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               No
               fortune
               is
               so
               bad
               but
               we
               it
               frame
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               chaunce
               at
               all
               hath
               vs
               preseru'd
               :
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               fate
               whom
               we
               haue
               need
               to
               blame
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               destiny
               but
               is
               deseru'd
               ,
            
             
               No
               lucke
               that
               leaues
               vs
               safe
               or
               vnpreseru'd
               .
            
             
               Let
               vs
               not
               then
               complaine
               of
               Fortunes
               skill
               :
            
             
               For
               all
               our
               good
               descends
               from
               Gods
               good
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
               If
               so
               a
               man
               might
               stay
               on
               Fortunes
               holde
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               on
               Prince
               ,
               as
               pillar
               of
               defence
               :
            
             
               Then
               might
               my selfe
               t'
               haue
               done
               the
               same
               be
               bolde
               ,
            
             
               In
               euery
               perill
               ,
               purpose
               ,
               or
               pretence
               .
            
             
               Cassibellane
               as
               much
               as
               any
               Prince
            
             
               Lou'd
               me
               his
               Cosin
               Irenglas
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               For
               feates
               in
               armes
               ,
               for
               fauour
               and
               for
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               came
               (
               by
               parents
               )
               of
               his
               regall
               race
               ,
            
             
               Liu'd
               happie
               daies
               (
               if
               happy
               mortall
               be
               )
            
             
               Had
               (
               as
               I
               said
               )
               his
               fauour
               ,
               bare
               the
               grace
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               his
               loyall
               seruant
               franke
               and
               free
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               of
               this
               at
               all
               preuailed
               mee
               ?
            
             
               Yet
               furthermore
               the
               feates
               of
               armes
               I
               knew
               ,
            
             
               I
               fought
               in
               field
               ,
               when
               mighty
               Caesar
               flew
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               I
               for
               this
               praise
               Fortune
               ought
               at
               all
               ?
            
             
               Did
               Fortune
               ought
               in
               this
               ?
               no
               whit
               be
               sure
               .
            
             
               Or
               shall
               I
               blame
               her
               after
               for
               my
               fall
            
             
               That
               neuer
               could
               me
               any
               hurt
               procure
               ?
            
             
               T'
               was
               glory
               vaine
               did
               sweetely
               me
               allure
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               giue
               eare
               ,
               and
               then
               with
               pen
               disclose
            
             
               How
               seeming
               friends
               did
               prooue
               my
               chiefest
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Full
               happy
               were
               our
               Countrey
               men
               that
               dide
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               noble
               Nennius
               )
               in
               the
               field
               that
               sought
               :
            
             
               When
               first
               both
               Britaines
               ,
               and
               the
               Romanes
               tride
            
             
               With
               dint
               of
               sword
               ,
               if
               titles
               theirs
               were
               ought
               .
            
             
               They
               dide
               in
               their
               defence
               :
               no
               pompe
               they
               sought
               :
            
             
               They
               liu'd
               to
               see
               their
               Countrey
               conquer
               still
               :
            
             
               They
               dide
               before
               they
               felt
               of
               priuate
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               Caesar
               so
               with
               shamefull
               flight
               recoil'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               left
               our
               Britaine
               land
               vnconquer'd
               first
               :
            
             
               Which
               only
               thought
               our
               Realme
               and
               vs
               t'
               haue
               spoil'd
               ,
            
             
               We
               came
               to
               see
               (
               of
               all
               our
               field
               the
               worst
               )
            
             
               Our
               souldiers
               slaine
               .
               O
               cruell
               Caesar
               curst
               ,
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               we
               )
               by
               thee
               did
               all
               these
               Britaines
               die
               ,
            
             
               That
               durst
               not
               bide
               ,
               but
               like
               a
               dastard
               flie
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               then
               to
               see
               them
               in
               array
               to
               lie
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               to
               see
               them
               wounded
               all
               before
               ,
            
             
               Not
               one
               but
               in
               his
               place
               his
               life
               did
               trie
               :
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               Romans
               bloodie
               backes
               that
               bore
            
             
               Their
               wounds
               in
               flight
               all
               scattered
               on
               the
               shore
               ,
            
             
               What
               thousand
               tongues
               our
               ioy
               to
               light
               could
               bring
               ,
            
             
               This
               made
               our
               hearts
               reuiue
               ,
               this
               pleasde
               our
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
               With
               trompets
               mourning
               tune
               ,
               and
               wayling
               cries
               ,
            
             
               And
               drums
               ,
               and
               fluits
               ,
               and
               shawmes
               we
               sound
               adieu
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               our
               friends
               we
               watred
               all
               our
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               As
               loth
               to
               lose
               the
               liues
               of
               such
               a
               crew
               .
            
             
               To
               th'
               earth
               we
               bare
               them
               all
               in
               order
               dew
               ,
            
             
               According
               vnto
               each
               mans
               noble
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               their
               birth
               requir'd
               and
               worthie
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               noble
               triumphes
               after
               was
               no
               spare
               ,
            
             
               We
               Britaines
               erst
               were
               neuer
               halfe
               so
               glad
               :
            
             
               That
               so
               we
               made
               the
               Romans
               hence
               to
               fare
               ,
            
             
               No
               tongue
               can
               tell
               the
               heartie
               ioyes
               we
               had
               .
            
             
               We
               were
               therewith
               for
               battaile
               bent
               as
               mad
               ,
            
             
               Our
               fingers
               tickled
               still
               ,
               which
               came
               from
               fight
               :
            
             
               We
               had
               before
               our
               eyes
               our
               foes
               foule
               flight
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               fares
               it
               when
               the
               meaner
               giue
               the
               spoile
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               the
               mightie
               all
               their
               force
               reuoke
               :
            
             
               So
               fares
               it
               when
               great
               victours
               feele
               the
               foile
               ,
            
             
               And
               men
               lesse
               deem'd
               do
               giue
               the
               conquering
               stroke
               ,
            
             
               That
               pierceth
               euen
               the
               hardest
               heart
               of
               oke
               .
            
             
               For
               where
               the
               weaker
               win
               the
               wage
               of
               fame
               ,
            
             
               The
               victours
               hearts
               a
               thousand
               ioyes
               enflame
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               solemne
               Iusts
               proclaimed
               was
               for
               those
            
             
               Who
               would
               to
               win
               renowne
               their
               valour
               trie
               ,
            
             
               Where
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Londons
               cosin
               did
               expose
            
             
               Himselfe
               to
               purchase
               praise
               ,
               against
               whom
               I
            
             
               To
               win
               the
               prize
               did
               all
               my
               powers
               applie
               :
            
             
               But
               fatall
               was
               the
               scope
               I
               did
               intend
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               effects
               bewray'd
               my
               folly
               in
               the
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               ,
               when
               glorie
               vaine
               stirres
               men
               to
               strife
               ,
            
             
               When
               hope
               of
               praise
               prouokes
               them
               once
               to
               ire
               :
            
             
               Then
               they
               at
               all
               regard
               no
               goods
               nor
               life
               ,
            
             
               From
               faithfull
               friendship
               rudely
               they
               retire
               :
            
             
               They
               are
               so
               set
               with
               glories
               glose
               on
               fire
               ,
            
             
               That
               quite
               they
               rule
               and
               reason
               wrest
               awrie
               ,
            
             
               They
               turne
               away
               their
               former
               friendly
               eie
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               God
               that
               workest
               all
               the
               wonder
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               (
               And
               hast
               the
               power
               to
               turne
               the
               hearts
               aliue
               )
            
             
               Grant
               grace
               to
               those
               that
               labour
               so
               for
               nought
            
             
               But
               flitting
               fame
               ,
               and
               titles
               hautie
               striue
               .
            
             
               Let
               not
               ambition
               so
               the
               earth
               depriue
            
             
               Of
               worthie
               wights
               ,
               giue
               them
               some
               better
               grace
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               run
               for
               countries
               weale
               their
               race
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               them
               not
               breake
               the
               bond
               of
               friendly
               loue
            
             
               In
               broiles
               of
               bate
               ,
               but
               friendly
               faults
               redresse
               :
            
             
               Let
               not
               them
               so
               their
               manhood
               seeke
               to
               proue
            
             
               By
               priuate
               hate
               ,
               to
               worke
               their
               owne
               distresse
               :
            
             
               So
               shall
               they
               need
               their
               foes
               to
               feare
               the
               lesse
               .
            
             
               Friends
               worse
               then
               forren
               foes
               themselues
               do
               make
               ,
            
             
               That
               fall
               at
               oddes
               for
               fond
               vaine
               glories
               sake
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               need
               I
               on
               those
               aliue
               to
               stay
               ?
            
             
               They
               haue
               examples
               good
               before
               their
               eyes
               :
            
             
               By
               which
               (
               if
               they
               haue
               grace
               )
               beware
               they
               may
               ,
            
             
               *
               The
               happiest
               men
               by
               others
               harmes
               are
               wise
               .
            
             
               Let
               them
               not
               then
               our
               warning
               words
               despise
               ,
            
             
               Do
               will
               them
               wisely
               of
               these
               things
               debate
               :
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               the
               foolish
               aye
               the
               warning
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               We
               spent
               the
               day
               in
               iusting
               (
               as
               I
               said
               )
            
             
               Appointed
               erst
               among
               our selues
               before
               :
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               feats
               of
               armes
               in
               field
               we
               plaid
            
             
               Aenaeas
               taught
               our
               ancestors
               of
               yore
               .
            
             
               What
               need
               I
               fill
               thine
               eares
               with
               talking
               more
               ?
            
             
               My
               men
               and
               I
               had
               put
               those
               feats
               in
               vre
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               likewise
               (
               but
               nothing
               yet
               so
               sure
               )
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               with
               fortune
               still
               I
               gaue
               the
               foile
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               that
               thought
               the
               glorie
               all
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               perceiu'd
               he
               could
               not
               keepe
               the
               coile
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               with
               equall
               match
               himselfe
               to
               saue
               :
            
             
               Occasion
               of
               dissension
               great
               he
               gaue
               .
            
             
               In
               stead
               of
               iest
               he
               offered
               earnest
               play
               ,
            
             
               In
               lieu
               of
               sport
               he
               spite
               did
               still
               display
               :
            
          
           
             
               The
               traytour
               vile
               ,
               the
               tyrant
               (
               so
               he
               prou'd
               )
            
             
               With
               coward
               ,
               canker'd
               ,
               hatefull
               ,
               hastie
               ire
            
             
               And
               caytife
               dealing
               ,
               shew'd
               how
               me
               he
               lou'd
               .
            
             
               When
               as
               he
               could
               not
               to
               his
               hope
               aspire
               ,
            
             
               To
               win
               the
               praise
               of
               triumph
               ,
               his
               desire
               ,
            
             
               He
               challeng'd
               me
               :
               and
               heere
               began
               the
               broile
               :
            
             
               He
               thought
               with
               banding
               braue
               to
               keep
               the
               coile
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               because
               mens
               iudgement
               favour'd
               me
               .
            
             
               Report
               almost
               of
               all
               the
               common
               rout
            
             
               Ran
               still
               that
               I
               was
               worthie
               praisde
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               often
               times
               they
               gaue
               me
               all
               a
               shout
               .
            
             
               This
               made
               my
               foes
               to
               stare
               and
               looke
               about
               ,
            
             
               And
               often
               wish
               them
               ill
               aloude
               that
               cride
               :
            
             
               *
               Such
               is
               the
               nature
               still
               of
               naughtie
               pride
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               twaine
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               betweene
               our selues
               will
               trie
            
             
               Alone
               our
               manhoods
               both
               ,
               if
               thou
               consent
               .
            
             
               We
               ought
               not
               breake
               the
               Prince
               his
               peace
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
            
             
               His
               grace
               would
               not
               therewith
               be
               well
               content
               .
            
             
               And
               sith
               no
               hurt
               was
               heere
               ,
               nor
               malice
               ment
               ,
            
             
               You
               ought
               not
               so
               on
               choler
               take
               it
               ill
               ,
            
             
               Though
               I
               to
               win
               the
               prize
               put
               forth
               my
               skill
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               that
               quoth
               Elenine
               (
               for
               so
               he
               hight
               )
            
             
               That
               was
               the
               Earle
               his
               cosin
               ,
               then
               my
               foe
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               to
               trie
               the
               case
               in
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Before
               thou
               passe
               againe
               my
               presence
               froe
               :
            
             
               And
               euen
               with
               that
               he
               raught
               to
               me
               a
               bloe
               .
            
             
               My
               friends
               nor
               I
               could
               not
               this
               wrong
               abide
               :
            
             
               We
               drew
               ,
               and
               so
               did
               those
               on
               th'
               other
               side
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               was
               all
               the
               marke
               whereat
               he
               shot
               ,
            
             
               The
               malice
               still
               he
               meant
               to
               none
               but
               me
               :
            
             
               At
               me
               he
               cast
               ,
               and
               drew
               me
               for
               the
               lot
            
             
               Which
               should
               of
               all
               reuenge
               the
               ransome
               bee
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               he
               set
               them
               at
               me
               franke
               and
               free
            
             
               Till
               me
               they
               tooke
               ,
               so
               compast
               round
               about
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               could
               not
               scape
               from
               among
               them
               out
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               make
               it
               short
               :
               I
               singled
               was
               therefore
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               as
               the
               Deere
               to
               find
               his
               fatall
               stroke
               :
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               scape
               ,
               in
               number
               they
               were
               more
               ,
            
             
               My
               pageant
               was
               in
               presence
               there
               bespoke
               .
            
             
               A
               pillow
               they
               prepared
               me
               of
               oke
               ,
            
             
               My
               hands
               they
               bound
               ,
               along
               my
               corps
               they
               led
               ,
            
             
               From
               off
               my
               shoulders
               quite
               they
               stroke
               my
               head
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               euer
               man
               that
               seru'd
               his
               Prince
               with
               paine
               ,
            
             
               And
               well
               deserued
               of
               his
               publique
               weale
               :
            
             
               If
               euer
               Knight
               esteem'd
               it
               greatest
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               For
               Prince
               and
               Countrey
               in
               the
               warres
               to
               deale
               :
            
             
               My selfe
               was
               such
               ,
               which
               venter'd
               life
               and
               heale
            
             
               At
               all
               assayes
               ,
               to
               saue
               my
               natiue
               soile
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               my
               labour
               ,
               trauell
               ,
               paine
               and
               toile
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               heere
               you
               see
               ,
               at
               home
               I
               had
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Not
               by
               my
               fiercest
               foes
               that
               came
               in
               warre
               :
            
             
               But
               by
               my
               friend
               I
               gate
               this
               griping
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               When
               folly
               fram'd
               vs
               both
               at
               home
               to
               iarre
               ,
            
             
               Oh
               that
               my
               friend
               of
               yore
               should
               range
               so
               farre
            
             
               From
               wisdomes
               way
               ,
               to
               wed
               himselfe
               to
               will
               ,
            
             
               From
               reasons
               rule
               ,
               to
               wrest
               his
               wits
               to
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Well
               ,
               bid
               the
               rest
               beware
               of
               triumphes
               such
               ,
            
             
               Bid
               them
               beware
               for
               titles
               vaine
               to
               striue
               :
            
             
               Bid
               them
               not
               trust
               such
               sullen
               friends
               too
               much
               ,
            
             
               Bid
               them
               not
               so
               their
               honours
               high
               atchieue
               .
            
             
               For
               if
               they
               will
               preserue
               their
               names
               aliue
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               better
               way
               to
               worke
               the
               same
            
             
               Then
               to
               eschew
               of
               tyranny
               defame
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             CAIVS
             IVLIVS
             CAESAR
             ,
             which
             first
             made
             this
             Realme
             tributarie
             to
             the
             Romanes
             ,
             was
             slaine
             in
             the
             
               Senate
               house
               ,
               about
               the
               yeare
               before
               Christ
               ,
            
             42.
             
          
           
             
               ALthough
               by
               Bocas
               I
               haue
               whilom
               told
               my
               mind
               ,
            
             
               And
               Lydgate
               haue
               likewise
               translated
               well
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               Yet
               sith
               my
               place
               in
               order
               here
               againe
               I
               finde
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               my
               facts
               deseru'd
               in
               Britaine
               worthy
               fame
               :
            
             
               Let
               me
               againe
               renue
               to
               memory
               my
               name
               :
            
             
               Recite
               my
               minde
               ;
               which
               if
               thou
               graunt
               to
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               therefore
               receiue
               a
               friendly
               fee.
               
            
          
           
             
               If
               euer
               erst
               the
               fame
               of
               ancient
               Romane
               facts
            
             
               Haue
               come
               to
               pierce
               thine
               eares
               before
               this
               present
               time
               ,
            
             
               I
               thinke
               amongst
               the
               rest
               ,
               likewise
               my
               noble
               acts
            
             
               Haue
               shew'd
               themselues
               in
               sight
               ,
               as
               Phoebus
               faire
               in
               prime
               .
            
             
               When
               first
               the
               Romane
               state
               began
               aloft
               to
               clime
               ,
            
             
               And
               wanne
               the
               wealth
               of
               all
               the
               world
               beside
               ,
            
             
               When
               first
               their
               force
               in
               warlike
               feates
               were
               tride
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               
                 Caius
                 Iulius
                 Caesar
              
               Consull
               had
               to
               name
               ,
            
             
               That
               worthy
               Romane
               borne
               ,
               renownd
               with
               noble
               deeds
               .
            
             
               What
               neede
               I
               here
               recite
               the
               linage
               whence
               I
               came
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               my
               greate
               exploites
               ?
               surelyt's
               more
               then
               needs
               :
            
             
               But
               onely
               this
               to
               tell
               ,
               of
               purpose
               now
               proceedes
               :
            
             
               Why
               I
               a
               Romane
               Prince
               ,
               no
               Britaine
               ,
               here
            
             
               Amongst
               these
               Britaine
               Princes
               now
               appeere
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               yet
               because
               thou
               maist
               perceiue
               the
               storie
               all
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               life
               ,
               and
               so
               deeme
               better
               of
               the
               end
               :
            
             
               I
               will
               againe
               the
               same
               to
               mind
               yet
               briefly
               call
               ,
            
             
               To
               tell
               thee
               how
               thou
               maist
               me
               praise
               or
               discommend
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               thou
               hast
               ,
               in
               briefe
               ,
               as
               I
               recite
               it
               ,
               pend
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               confesse
               that
               I
               deserued
               well
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               them
               heere
               my
               tragedie
               to
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               need
               I
               first
               recite
               my
               pedigree
               well
               knowne
               ?
            
             
               No
               noble
               author
               writes
               that
               can
               forget
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               My
               praise
               I
               know
               in
               print
               through
               all
               the
               world
               is
               blowne
               ,
            
             
               Ther
               's
               no
               man
               scarce
               that
               writes
               ,
               but
               he
               recites
               my
               fame
               .
            
             
               My
               worthie
               father
               
                 Lucius
                 Caesar
              
               had
               to
               name
               ,
            
             
               Aurelia
               faire
               my
               mother
               also
               hight
               ,
            
             
               Of
               
                 Caius
                 Cotta
              
               daughter
               borne
               by
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               I
               was
               trained
               vp
               in
               youth
               what
               need
               I
               tell
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               that
               my
               noble
               Aunt
               (
               that
               Iulia
               hight
               )
               me
               taught
               ,
            
             
               Who
               could
               with
               morall
               discipline
               instruct
               me
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               saw
               the
               frame
               in
               me
               that
               natures
               skill
               had
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               By
               her
               instructions
               aye
               I
               wit
               and
               fauour
               sought
               .
            
             
               I
               was
               accounted
               comely
               of
               my
               grace
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               by
               natures
               gift
               a
               Princely
               face
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               stature
               high
               and
               tall
               ,
               of
               colour
               faire
               and
               white
               ,
            
             
               Of
               bodie
               spare
               and
               leane
               ,
               yet
               comely
               made
               to
               see
               :
            
             
               What
               need
               I
               more
               of
               these
               impertinent
               recite
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               Plutarch
               hath
               at
               large
               describ'd
               it
               all
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               thy selfe
               that
               think'st
               thou
               seest
               and
               hearest
               me
               ,
            
             
               Maist
               well
               suppose
               the
               rest
               ,
               and
               write
               the
               truth
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               noble
               actions
               from
               my
               youth
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               iourney
               swift
               I
               was
               ,
               and
               prompt
               and
               quicke
               of
               wit
               ,
            
             
               My
               eloquence
               was
               likte
               of
               all
               that
               heard
               me
               pleade
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               the
               grace
               to
               vse
               my
               tearmes
               ,
               and
               place
               them
               fit
               ,
            
             
               My
               roling
               Rhetoricke
               stood
               my
               Clients
               oft
               in
               stead
               :
            
             
               No
               fine
               conueyance
               past
               the
               compasse
               of
               my
               head
               .
            
             
               I
               wan
               the
               spurres
               ,
               I
               had
               the
               laud
               and
               praise
               ,
            
             
               I
               past
               them
               all
               that
               pleaded
               in
               those
               daies
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               At
               seuenteene
               yeares
               of
               age
               a
               Flamin
               was
               I
               chose
               ,
            
             
               An
               office
               great
               in
               Rome
               of
               Priesthood
               Princely
               hie
               ,
            
             
               I
               married
               eke
               Cossutia
               ,
               whereof
               much
               mischiefe
               rose
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               was
               diuorc'st
               from
               her
               so
               speedilie
               .
            
             
               *
               Diuorcement
               breeds
               despite
               ,
               defame
               is
               got
               thereby
               .
            
             
               For
               such
               as
               fancies
               fond
               by
               chance
               fulfill
               ,
            
             
               Although
               they
               thinke
               it
               cannot
               come
               to
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               these
               the
               stories
               tell
               ,
               what
               need
               I
               more
               recite
               ,
            
             
               Or
               of
               the
               warres
               I
               waged
               Consul
               with
               the
               Galles
               ?
            
             
               The
               worthiest
               writers
               had
               desire
               of
               me
               to
               write
               ,
            
             
               They
               plac'st
               my
               life
               amongst
               the
               worthies
               and
               their
               falles
               .
            
             
               So
               Fame
               me
               thinkes
               likewise
               amids
               the
               Britaines
               calles
            
             
               For
               Caesar
               with
               his
               sword
               ,
               that
               bare
               the
               sway
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               cause
               that
               wrought
               his
               swift
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               I
               in
               France
               had
               brought
               the
               valiant
               Galles
               to
               bend
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               them
               subiect
               and
               obeysant
               vnto
               mee
               :
            
             
               I
               then
               did
               thinke
               I
               had
               vnto
               the
               world
               his
               end
            
             
               By
               West
               subdued
               the
               Nations
               which
               were
               whilome
               free
               .
            
             
               There
               of
               my
               famous
               warres
               I
               wrote
               an
               historie
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               describe
               each
               places
               and
               sequels
               of
               my
               warre
               ,
            
             
               The
               Commentaries
               cal'd
               of
               Caesars
               acts
               that
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               I
               did
               perceiue
               there
               was
               an
               Island
               yet
            
             
               By
               West
               of
               France
               ,
               which
               in
               the
               Ocean
               sea
               did
               lie
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               there
               was
               likewise
               no
               cause
               or
               time
               to
               let
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               I
               might
               with
               them
               the
               chance
               of
               fortune
               trie
               .
            
             
               I
               sent
               to
               them
               for
               hostage
               of
               assurance
               ,
               I
               ,
            
             
               And
               wil'd
               them
               tribute
               pay
               vnto
               the
               Romane
               stout
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               I
               would
               both
               put
               their
               liues
               and
               goods
               in
               doubt
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               they
               a
               people
               fierce
               and
               recklesse
               of
               my
               powers
               ,
            
             
               Abused
               those
               which
               brought
               th'
               ambassage
               that
               I
               sent
               :
            
             
               Now
               sith
               (
               quoth
               they
               )
               the
               land
               and
               region
               heere
               is
               ours
               ,
            
             
               We
               will
               not
               Caesar
               to
               thy
               rightlesse
               hestes
               assent
               .
            
             
               By
               doome
               of
               friendly
               Gods
               this
               Iland
               first
               we
               hent
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Priames
               blood
               we
               are
               ,
               from
               Greece
               we
               Troians
               came
               ,
            
             
               As
               Brutus
               brought
               vs
               thence
               ,
               and
               gaue
               this
               land
               his
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               land
               reported
               was
               full
               fertile
               for
               the
               soile
               ,
            
             
               The
               wealthie
               warlike
               sort
               of
               Britaines
               stout
               within
               ,
            
             
               Were
               rather
               able
               well
               to
               giue
               ,
               then
               take
               the
               foile
               ,
            
             
               To
               those
               which
               came
               by
               warres
               ,
               their
               freedome
               for
               to
               win
               .
            
             
               My selfe
               made
               first
               assault
               ,
               with
               them
               I
               did
               begin
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               Romanes
               first
               I
               waged
               with
               them
               warre
               :
            
             
               And
               this
               I
               can
               report
               ,
               they
               valiant
               people
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               was
               reported
               eke
               that
               in
               my
               warres
               in
               France
            
             
               Some
               Britaines
               thither
               came
               amongst
               the
               Galles
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               for
               pleasure
               sake
               ,
               to
               try
               of
               Mars
               the
               chance
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               to
               haue
               in
               field
               of
               Romane
               warres
               the
               sight
               :
            
             
               That
               they
               no
               labour
               sparde
               by
               day
               nor
               yet
               by
               night
               ,
            
             
               In
               campe
               ,
               in
               scoute
               ,
               for
               hunger
               ,
               heate
               ,
               or
               colde
               :
            
             
               But
               were
               in
               all
               attempts
               of
               armes
               both
               stout
               and
               bolde
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               fame
               enflamed
               me
               ,
               displeasure
               eke
               I
               tooke
               ,
            
             
               That
               glory
               hopte
               to
               get
               so
               doughtie
               hearts
               to
               daunt
               :
            
             
               On
               which
               ,
               with
               winds
               at
               wil
               ,
               I
               Gallia
               shores
               forsooke
               ,
            
             
               Full
               minded
               for
               to
               make
               the
               Britaines
               tribute
               graunt
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               at
               my
               message
               sent
               ,
               they
               seemed
               so
               to
               taunt
               .
            
             
               With
               armour
               ,
               souldiers
               good
               ,
               and
               of
               munition
               store
               ,
            
             
               I
               went
               appointed
               wel
               ,
               with
               fiftie
               sailes
               or
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               so
               the
               noble
               Britaines
               plaide
               the
               valiaunt
               men
            
             
               By
               policies
               ,
               and
               force
               to
               hurt
               my
               shippes
               and
               me
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               was
               forced
               after
               my
               returne
               agen
               ,
            
             
               To
               rigge
               my
               shipppes
               :
               againe
               a
               wondrous
               thing
               to
               see
               :
            
             
               For
               in
               the
               strands
               and
               in
               the
               seas
               ,
               where
               hauens
               be
               ,
            
             
               Sharpe
               postes
               they
               pight
               ,
               whereon
               our
               shippes
               we
               ron
               :
            
             
               When
               many
               diu'd
               the
               deepe
               before
               the
               land
               wee
               won
               .
            
          
           
             
               Being
               hardly
               come
               to
               land
               ,
               at
               length
               we
               met
               the
               hoast
               ,
            
             
               And
               sharpely
               fought
               with
               them
               ,
               whose
               praises
               earst
               we
               hard
               :
            
             
               I
               haue
               no
               cause
               of
               Britane
               conquest
               for
               to
               boast
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               Regions
               first
               and
               last
               with
               whom
               I
               ward
               .
            
             
               A
               people
               stout
               and
               strong
               ,
               enduring
               chances
               hard
               ,
            
             
               And
               desperate
               ,
               wilde
               and
               fearce
               ,
               and
               recklesse
               found
               I
               then
               ,
            
             
               Not
               soone
               agast
               with
               dint
               ,
               or
               fright
               with
               fall
               of
               men
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               when
               our
               armies
               met
               ,
               no
               dangers
               they
               forsooke
               ,
            
             
               But
               so
               behau'd
               themselues
               in
               euery
               place
               of
               fight
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               to
               Martiall
               feates
               they
               onely
               had
               betooke
            
             
               Themselues
               ,
               and
               for
               the
               palme
               did
               all
               their
               dealings
               dight
               .
            
             
               Though
               with
               my
               Romanes
               I
               wag'd
               all
               my
               warlike
               might
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               not
               able
               there
               ,
               to
               cause
               them
               yeeld
               or
               flee
               ,
            
             
               Or
               for
               a
               space
               to
               take
               a
               time
               of
               truce
               with
               me
               :
            
          
           
             
               The
               toiles
               wee
               tooke
               to
               enter
               at
               the
               first
               on
               land
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               to
               saue
               our
               shattered
               ships
               and
               armour
               brought
               ,
            
             
               To
               wey
               them
               out
               that
               else
               had
               bulg'd
               themselues
               in
               sand
               ,
            
             
               Hereon
               before
               the
               fielde
               with
               might
               and
               maine
               we
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               Beside
               at
               skirmish
               oft
               ,
               vpon
               the
               shore
               we
               fought
               .
            
             
               These
               labours
               tired
               so
               my
               men
               and
               me
               that
               tide
               ,
            
             
               That
               we
               could
               not
               endure
               the
               battailes
               brunt
               t'
               abide
               ,
            
          
           
             
               They
               followed
               hard
               the
               chace
               ,
               with
               scath
               and
               losse
               we
               scapte
               ,
            
             
               And
               shipt
               ,
               we
               hoised
               sailes
               ,
               to
               Fraunce
               we
               made
               retire
               :
            
             
               Where
               for
               an
               armie
               new
               ,
               another
               roade
               we
               shapte
               ,
            
             
               If
               winter
               colde
               were
               past
               ,
               to
               come
               the
               following
               yeare
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               we
               did
               indeed
               ,
               and
               bought
               our
               comming
               deere
               :
            
             
               For
               they
               prouided
               had
               so
               well
               to
               fight
               ,
               that
               I
            
             
               With
               all
               mine
               armies
               stout
               could
               finde
               no
               victorie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Againe
               to
               shippe
               my
               mates
               I
               bad
               my
               Captaines
               stur
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               from
               this
               people
               fearce
               with
               speede
               to
               shift
               away
               :
            
             
               The
               chance
               of
               warre
               is
               hard
               and
               doubtfull
               for
               t'
               assure
               ,
            
             
               Where
               th'
               enemies
               neither
               dint
               of
               death
               nor
               dangers
               fray
               .
            
             
               They
               reckt
               not
               of
               their
               wealth
               nor
               losse
               of
               goods
               decay
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               their
               freedome
               fought
               ,
               on
               Princes
               case
               they
               stood
               ,
            
             
               With
               ioyfull
               hearts
               they
               waged
               warlike
               life
               and
               blood
               :
            
          
           
             
               Almost
               I
               had
               no
               hope
               at
               all
               to
               make
               returne
               ,
            
             
               The
               people
               were
               so
               fearce
               ,
               so
               stubburne
               ,
               stout
               ,
               and
               bold
               :
            
             
               No
               time
               of
               rest
               I
               wrought
               amongst
               them
               to
               soiurne
               ,
            
             
               They
               could
               not
               by
               our
               power
               bee
               ruled
               nor
               controld
               .
            
             
               They
               said
               they
               would
               vs
               pay
               no
               siluer
               ,
               brasse
               ,
               nor
               gold
               .
            
             
               To
               our
               indictions
               sent
               ,
               they
               would
               not
               set
               their
               hand
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               to
               trie
               the
               case
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               power
               to
               stand
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               to
               the
               coasts
               of
               Gallia
               againe
               with
               losse
               we
               come
               ,
            
             
               That
               neuer
               erst
               with
               such
               repulse
               to
               foes
               did
               turne
               the
               backe
               ,
            
             
               The
               Britaines
               they
               reioyce
               with
               triumphes
               all
               and
               some
               ,
            
             
               And
               fame
               doth
               sound
               report
               ,
               they
               make
               the
               Romanes
               packe
               :
            
             
               Where
               we
               no
               men
               ,
               no
               coine
               ,
               nor
               no
               munition
               lacke
               ,
            
             
               No
               captaines
               good
               ,
               no
               art
               ,
               no
               victuall
               ,
               hearte
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               A
               goodly
               spoile
               ,
               the
               land
               a
               pray
               before
               our
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               marke
               the
               hap
               we
               had
               :
               while
               I
               in
               Gallia
               lay
               ,
            
             
               The
               Britaines
               past
               the
               time
               in
               triumphes
               and
               in
               feasts
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               our
               second
               flight
               with
               sports
               they
               spend
               the
               day
               ,
            
             
               Accounting
               vs
               in
               their
               respect
               but
               coward
               beasts
               .
            
             
               Amongst
               their
               other
               sport
               of
               Iusts
               and
               pleasant
               iests
               ,
            
             
               A
               ciuill
               discord
               fell
               betweene
               two
               worthy
               peeres
               ,
            
             
               Of
               courage
               both
               so
               good
               ,
               that
               neither
               best
               appeares
               :
            
          
           
             
               The
               one
               hight
               Irenglas
               ,
               of
               kinred
               to
               the
               king
               ,
            
             
               A
               worthy
               wight
               in
               warre
               ,
               and
               prudent
               ,
               wise
               and
               sage
               :
            
             
               The
               other
               Elenine
               ,
               whose
               praise
               no
               stories
               bring
               ,
            
             
               But
               stoutnesse
               in
               his
               fight
               ,
               as
               ruled
               all
               by
               rage
               .
            
             
               Yet
               both
               against
               the
               Romanes
               with
               the
               king
               did
               wage
            
             
               The
               British
               warre
               full
               well
               ,
               and
               serued
               as
               they
               ought
               ,
            
             
               Till
               time
               at
               home
               the
               praise
               of
               triumphes
               vaine
               they
               sought
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Elenine
               was
               stout
               ,
               for
               he
               was
               neere
               of
               kin
            
             
               Vnto
               Androgeus
               which
               was
               th'
               Earle
               of
               London
               then
               ,
            
             
               And
               claimed
               eke
               the
               palme
               (
               they
               say
               )
               that
               he
               did
               win
            
             
               In
               triumphs
               at
               the
               iusts
               amongst
               the
               noble
               men
               .
            
             
               But
               as
               they
               went
               about
               to
               trie
               the
               line
               agen
               ,
            
             
               They
               fell
               from
               words
               to
               sharpe
               ,
               and
               laide
               on
               loade
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               at
               length
               in
               fight
               hight
               Irenglas
               was
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               did
               send
               for
               Elenine
               ,
               but
               he
               was
               fled
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Earle
               his
               cosin
               ,
               whence
               he
               would
               not
               come
               :
            
             
               He
               feared
               lest
               he
               should
               haue
               lost
               his
               hated
               head
               .
            
             
               '
               The
               guilty
               heart
               conceau's
               before
               the
               Iudge
               doe
               doome
               .
            
             
               He
               wist
               if
               once
               he
               went
               ,
               there
               needed
               him
               no
               toome
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               he
               it
               refused
               ,
               and
               th'
               Earle
               was
               discontent
               :
            
             
               Who
               message
               sharpe
               againe
               vnto
               the
               King
               had
               sent
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Cassibellane
               displeased
               much
               that
               subiects
               should
            
             
               Both
               slay
               his
               friend
               ,
               and
               eke
               refuse
               to
               bide
               the
               lawe
               ,
            
             
               And
               also
               in
               rebellious
               wise
               ,
               endeuour
               what
               they
               could
            
             
               To
               cut
               themselues
               vniustly
               from
               the
               Princes
               awe
               ,
            
             
               Though
               it
               him
               greeu'd
               to
               see
               at
               home
               so
               foule
               a
               flawe
               ,
            
             
               He
               could
               not
               yet
               abide
               the
               iniuries
               were
               showne
               ,
            
             
               But
               armde
               himselfe
               and
               his
               ,
               gainst
               subiects
               once
               his
               owne
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               th'
               Earle
               Androgeus
               saw
               that
               he
               was
               far
               too
               weake
               ,
            
             
               Against
               his
               Prince
               to
               wage
               rebellious
               wars
               begon
               ,
            
             
               He
               sent
               to
               me
               in
               France
               ,
               desiring
               helpe
               to
               wreake
            
             
               The
               iniuries
               and
               wrong
               Cassibellane
               had
               don
               .
            
             
               He
               also
               Sceua
               sent
               ,
               for
               pledge
               ,
               his
               onely
               sonne
               ,
            
             
               And
               thirtie
               youths
               beside
               ,
               of
               honour
               great
               well
               borne
               ▪
            
             
               I
               would
               not
               trust
               his
               talke
               ,
               nor
               message
               sent
               beforne
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               I
               expedition
               made
               the
               third
               and
               last
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               he
               did
               warrant
               me
               my
               purpose
               to
               obtaine
               )
            
             
               I
               shipt
               my
               men
               ,
               and
               hide
               me
               thitherward
               full
               fast
               ,
            
             
               Had
               winde
               at
               will
               ,
               and
               came
               to
               see
               the
               shining
               shores
               againe
               :
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               comming
               so
               the
               Earle
               was
               glad
               and
               faine
               .
            
             
               We
               ioined
               hands
               and
               league
               and
               armies
               for
               the
               fight
               :
            
             
               And
               sought
               ,
               and
               put
               Cassibellane
               the
               noble
               King
               to
               flight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               he
               repaird
               his
               hoste
               againe
               ,
               that
               fiercely
               faught
               ,
            
             
               And
               oft
               assaid
               to
               slay
               or
               take
               the
               Earle
               or
               mee
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               hee
               saw
               at
               length
               his
               labour
               vailed
               naught
               ,
            
             
               And
               Britanes
               with
               the
               Romanes
               linked
               so
               to
               bee
               ,
            
             
               Great
               griefe
               he
               had
               in
               them
               such
               treason
               for
               to
               see
               .
            
             
               His
               losse
               in
               doubtfull
               war
               not
               grieu'd
               him
               halfe
               so
               sore
               ,
            
             
               His
               peoples
               base
               reuolt
               he
               chiefely
               did
               deplore
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               make
               it
               short
               :
               the
               King
               was
               faine
               at
               length
               to
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               The
               tribute
               granted
               was
               three
               thousand
               pound
               a
               yeere
               :
            
             
               We
               bare
               away
               the
               price
               ,
               we
               wan
               the
               worthy
               field
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               them
               friends
               againe
               that
               bought
               our
               fauour
               deere
               .
            
             
               I
               need
               no
               longer
               stay
               to
               tell
               the
               story
               heere
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               to
               giue
               my
               friend
               the
               Earle
               of
               London
               blame
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               by
               his
               meanes
               I
               wan
               to
               Rome
               eternall
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               From
               France
               I
               after
               sent
               to
               Rome
               ,
               reporting
               how
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               warlike
               Galles
               and
               Britaines
               I
               had
               sped
               :
            
             
               I
               made
               request
               ;
               by
               friends
               ,
               I
               might
               be
               Consull
               now
            
             
               On
               my
               returne
               againe
               :
               but
               Pompeyes
               hautie
               hed
            
             
               Did
               ioyne
               himselfe
               with
               Peeres
               and
               armies
               which
               he
               led
               ,
            
             
               Alledging
               plaine
               I
               meant
               the
               publique
               weale
               t'
               inuade
               :
            
             
               They
               would
               represse
               my
               pride
               with
               might
               and
               dint
               of
               blade
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               speed
               I
               came
               and
               force
               ,
               which
               made
               them
               all
               to
               flie
            
             
               To
               Greece
               from
               Rome
               in
               haste
               ,
               where
               they
               prepared
               war
               :
            
             
               For
               in
               Epyrus
               then
               with
               souldiers
               they
               did
               lie
               .
            
             
               This
               Pompey
               proud
               that
               made
               the
               Romans
               with
               me
               iar
               ,
            
             
               He
               at
               Dyrrachium
               staid
               ,
               to
               which
               (
               though
               it
               were
               far
               )
            
             
               I
               led
               my
               conquering
               host
               :
               I
               skirmisht
               often
               there
               :
            
             
               But
               from
               the
               fight
               to
               flie
               we
               soone
               contented
               were
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               he
               followed
               fast
               ,
               in
               hope
               to
               win
               the
               field
               ,
            
             
               To
               Thessalie
               he
               came
               ,
               where
               I
               did
               stay
               therefore
               :
            
             
               Our
               armies
               met
               and
               fiercely
               faught
               ,
               not
               bent
               to
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               Till
               fifteene
               hundred
               men
               were
               slaine
               in
               fight
               ,
               or
               more
               .
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               end
               they
               fled
               ,
               we
               tooke
               of
               prisoners
               store
               ,
            
             
               They
               durst
               not
               dare
               t'
               abide
               the
               chance
               of
               Mars
               to
               trie
               ,
            
             
               But
               either
               fell
               in
               fight
               or
               from
               the
               field
               did
               flie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thence
               Pompey
               fled
               the
               field
               ,
               and
               into
               Egypt
               came
            
             
               To
               Ptolemie
               the
               King
               as
               then
               but
               yong
               of
               age
               ,
            
             
               Where
               of
               his
               slaughter
               foule
               Septimius
               hath
               the
               blame
               ,
            
             
               He
               was
               his
               end
               that
               did
               these
               warres
               against
               me
               wage
               .
            
             
               Euen
               so
               by
               course
               we
               come
               to
               play
               vpon
               the
               stage
               ,
            
             
               Our
               trauels
               haue
               an
               end
               when
               we
               do
               feele
               the
               fall
               :
            
             
               For
               all
               our
               life
               is
               but
               a
               race
               of
               miserie
               and
               thrall
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               Pompeyes
               friends
               and
               sonnes
               by
               might
               did
               oft
               assay
            
             
               When
               he
               was
               done
               to
               death
               ,
               to
               take
               reuenge
               on
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               by
               dint
               of
               sword
               repel'd
               their
               force
               away
               ,
            
             
               Gate
               offices
               of
               rule
               ,
               and
               gouern'd
               each
               degree
               ,
            
             
               At
               Caesars
               beck
               and
               call
               obeysant
               all
               they
               bee
               :
            
             
               Enacted
               lawes
               ,
               directed
               each
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Emperially
               the
               first
               aloft
               I
               sate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               glorie
               won
               ,
               the
               way
               to
               hold
               and
               keepe
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               To
               hold
               good
               fortune
               fast
               ,
               a
               worke
               of
               cunning
               skill
               :
            
             
               Who
               so
               with
               prudent
               art
               can
               stay
               that
               stately
               dame
               ,
            
             
               Which
               sets
               vs
               vp
               so
               high
               vpon
               her
               hautie
               hill
               ,
            
             
               And
               constant
               aye
               can
               keepe
               her
               loue
               and
               fauour
               still
               ,
            
             
               He
               wins
               immortall
               fame
               ,
               thrice
               blessed
               is
               the
               crowne
               :
            
             
               If
               once
               misfortune
               kicke
               and
               cast
               the
               scepter
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               in
               Rome
               I
               was
               alone
               Dictator
               chose
               ,
            
             
               And
               Emperour
               or
               Captaine
               sole
               to
               be
               for
               ay
               :
            
             
               My
               glorie
               did
               procure
               me
               many
               secret
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Because
               aboue
               the
               rest
               I
               bare
               the
               soueraigne
               sway
               .
            
             
               By
               sundrie
               meanes
               they
               sought
               my
               ruine
               and
               decay
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               there
               could
               no
               thing
               in
               state
               determin'd
               be
               ,
            
             
               Vnlesse
               it
               likte
               me
               first
               ,
               and
               were
               approu'd
               by
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               they
               enui'd
               at
               me
               that
               su'd
               aloft
               to
               clime
               ,
            
             
               As
               hautie
               Cassius
               ,
               which
               the
               Pretorship
               did
               craue
               ,
            
             
               And
               Brutus
               eke
               his
               friend
               which
               bare
               the
               chiefest
               crime
            
             
               Of
               my
               dispatch
               and
               death
               ,
               for
               they
               did
               first
               depraue
            
             
               My
               life
               ,
               mine
               acts
               ,
               my
               raigne
               ,
               and
               sought
               my
               blood
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               Full
               secretly
               amongst
               themselues
               conspir'd
               ,
               decreed
            
             
               To
               be
               attemptors
               of
               that
               cruell
               bloodie
               deed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               I
               forewarned
               was
               by
               Capis
               fatall
               tombe
            
             
               His
               Epitaph
               my
               death
               did
               long
               before
               foreshow
               :
            
             
               
                 Cornelius
                 Balbus
              
               saw
               mine
               horses
               headlesse
               ronne
            
             
               Without
               the
               guide
               of
               man
               ,
               forsaking
               food
               for
               woe
               .
            
             
               Spurina
               warned
               me
               that
               sooth
               of
               things
               did
               know
               ,
            
             
               A
               little
               wren
               in
               beake
               with
               Laurell
               greene
               that
               flew
               ,
            
             
               Foreshew'd
               my
               dolefull
               death
               ,
               as
               after
               all
               men
               knew
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               night
               before
               my
               fall
               in
               slumber
               I
               did
               dreame
            
             
               I
               caried
               was
               ,
               from
               earth
               and
               flew
               the
               clouds
               aboue
               ,
            
             
               And
               somtime
               hand
               in
               hād
               I
               thought
               I
               walkt
               with
               Ioue
               supreame
               ,
            
             
               My
               wife
               
                 Calphurnia
                 ,
                 Caesars
              
               only
               loue
               ,
            
             
               Did
               dreame
               she
               saw
               her
               crest
               of
               house
               to
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Her
               husband
               thrust
               through
               breast
               a
               sword
               withall
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               that
               same
               night
               her
               chamber
               dores
               thēselues
               flew
               open
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               These
               things
               did
               make
               me
               much
               that
               mourning
               to
               mislike
               ,
            
             
               And
               Iacrazed
               was
               and
               thought
               at
               home
               to
               stay
               :
            
             
               But
               who
               is
               he
               can
               void
               deaths
               dart
               when
               he
               doth
               strike
               ,
            
             
               Where
               so
               great
               number
               seekes
               his
               life
               for
               to
               betray
               ?
            
             
               The
               traytor
               bloodie
               Brutus
               bad
               me
               not
               delay
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               to
               frustrate
               there
               so
               great
               assemblie
               sate
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               I
               went
               and
               there
               did
               meet
               vntimely
               sate
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Senate
               as
               I
               went
               ,
               behold
               a
               Roman
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Presenting
               me
               a
               scrole
               of
               euery
               traytors
               name
               :
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               whole
               deuice
               that
               sought
               to
               spill
               my
               blood
               ,
            
             
               That
               presently
               decreed
               to
               execute
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               blind
               wretch
               supposde
               that
               for
               some
               suite
               he
               came
               ,
            
             
               I
               heedlesse
               bare
               this
               scrole
               in
               my
               vnhappie
               hand
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               I
               lost
               my
               life
               ,
               as
               you
               shall
               vnderstand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Spurina
               as
               I
               came
               at
               sacrifices
               was
               ,
            
             
               Neere
               to
               the
               place
               where
               I
               was
               after
               slaine
               :
            
             
               Of
               whose
               diuinings
               true
               I
               then
               did
               little
               passe
               ,
            
             
               To
               warne
               me
               of
               my
               death
               the
               Priest
               did
               seeke
               in
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               My
               hautie
               heart
               growne
               proud
               these
               warnings
               all
               disdaine
               .
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               I
               )
               the
               Ides
               of
               March
               be
               come
               ,
               yet
               harme
               is
               none
               ,
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               he
               )
               the
               Ides
               of
               March
               be
               come
               ,
               yet
               th'
               are
               not
               gone
               .
            
          
           
             
               Assoone
               as
               I
               was
               set
               ,
               the
               traytors
               all
               arose
               ,
            
             
               And
               one
               approched
               neere
               ,
               as
               to
               demand
               some
               thing
               :
            
             
               To
               whom
               as
               I
               gaue
               eare
               ,
               at
               once
               my
               cruell
               foes
            
             
               Beset
               me
               round
               about
               ,
               their
               weapons
               hid
               they
               bring
               .
            
             
               Then
               I
               too
               late
               perceiu'd
               my
               deaths
               approching
               sting
               .
            
             
               O
               this
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               is
               violence
               :
               then
               Cassius
               pierst
               my
               brest
               :
            
             
               And
               Brutus
               thou
               my
               sonne
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               whom
               erst
               I
               loued
               best
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Yee
               Princes
               all
               ,
               and
               noble
               men
               beware
               of
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Wracke
               not
               the
               Commonwealth
               for
               wealthie
               kingdomes
               sake
               :
            
             
               Be
               warn'd
               by
               me
               ,
               that
               see
               my selfe
               the
               world
               to
               guide
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               what
               bloodie
               warres
               for
               rule
               you
               vndertake
               .
            
             
               Ere
               three
               and
               twentie
               wounds
               had
               made
               my
               heart
               to
               quake
               ,
            
             
               How
               many
               thousands
               fell
               for
               Pompeyes
               pride
               and
               mine
               ?
            
             
               How
               many
               valiant
               Knights
               did
               loued
               life
               resigne
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               Full
               many
               nobie
               men
               ,
               to
               rule
               alone
               ,
               I
               slew
               ,
            
             
               And
               some
               themselues
               againe
               for
               griefe
               of
               heart
               did
               slay
               :
            
             
               For
               they
               would
               neuer
               yeeld
               though
               I
               did
               them
               subdue
               :
            
             
               Some
               I
               did
               force
               to
               yeeld
               ,
               some
               trauail'd
               farre
               away
               ,
            
             
               As
               loth
               to
               stay
               and
               see
               their
               countries
               swift
               decay
               .
            
             
               The
               world
               on
               Aphrike
               coasts
               ,
               and
               Asia
               distant
               farre
               ,
            
             
               And
               Europe
               also
               knew
               my
               bloodsheds
               great
               in
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               sith
               my
               whole
               pretence
               was
               nought
               but
               glorie
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               To
               haue
               renowne
               and
               rule
               '
               mongst
               men
               aboue
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Without
               remorce
               in
               mind
               of
               many
               thousands
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               ,
               for
               their
               owne
               defence
               ,
               their
               warres
               so
               oft
               addrest
               :
            
             
               I
               iustly
               deeme
               therefore
               my
               stonie
               heart
               and
               brest
            
             
               Receiu'd
               so
               many
               wounds
               this
               sentence
               long
               hath
               stood
            
             
               That
               who
               so
               slayes
               ,
               he
               paies
               the
               price
               of
               blood
               for
               blood
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             CLAVDIVS
             TIBERIVS
             NERO
             EMPEROVR
             OF
             Rome
             ,
             was
             poisoned
             by
             
               Caius
               Caligula
            
             ,
             the
             
               yeare
               of
               Christ
            
             ,
             39.
             
          
           
             
               WHat
               bootes
               it
               hautie
               hearts
               depend
               so
               much
            
             
               On
               high
               estate
               ,
               auailes
               it
               ought
               thinke
               yee
               ?
            
             
               The
               gold
               is
               tri'd
               when
               it
               is
               brought
               to
               tuch
               :
            
             
               So
               triall
               telles
               what
               worldly
               triumphs
               bee
               .
            
             
               When
               glorie
               shines
               ,
               no
               dangers
               deepe
               we
               see
               ,
            
             
               Till
               we
               at
               ast
               find
               true
               the
               prouerbe
               old
               :
            
             
               *
               Not
               all
               th
               at
               shines
               is
               pure
               and
               perfect
               gold
               .
            
          
           
             
               While
               valiant
               men
               so
               burne
               with
               hot
               desire
            
             
               Of
               royall
               rule
               ,
               and
               thirst
               so
               sore
               for
               seat
               ,
            
             
               No
               springs
               of
               Pernasse
               mount
               can
               quench
               the
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               Boreas
               blast
               allay
               the
               hautie
               heate
               .
            
             
               On
               high
               renowne
               so
               much
               their
               braines
               they
               beate
               ,
            
             
               And
               toyle
               so
               much
               for
               fading
               flickering
               fame
               ,
            
             
               On
               earth
               for
               aye
               to
               leaue
               behind
               a
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               if
               they
               would
               marke
               Fortunes
               double
               face
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               she
               turnes
               about
               the
               tottering
               wheele
               :
            
             
               How
               she
               doth
               change
               her
               minde
               and
               turne
               her
               grace
               ,
            
             
               How
               blinde
               of
               sight
               she
               is
               ,
               how
               light
               of
               heele
               :
            
             
               They
               would
               not
               rue
               the
               fatall
               falles
               they
               feele
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               not
               after
               blame
               her
               blindnesse
               so
               ,
            
             
               But
               looke
               before
               ,
               and
               leape
               her
               lightnesse
               fro
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               men
               that
               in
               affaires
               themselues
               imploy
               ,
            
             
               Doe
               praise
               Dame
               Fortune
               first
               if
               they
               speede
               well
               :
            
             
               But
               if
               thereby
               fall
               after
               some
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               They
               curse
               her
               then
               ,
               as
               hatefull
               hagge
               of
               hell
               :
            
             
               If
               Fortune
               firme
               had
               stoode
               ,
               they
               had
               not
               fell
               .
            
             
               They
               ban
               her
               then
               ,
               and
               yet
               themselues
               were
               curst
               ,
            
             
               Which
               tooke
               her
               baite
               so
               freely
               at
               the
               first
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               while
               her
               idle
               impes
               doe
               bathe
               in
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               They
               count
               her
               gifts
               and
               pleasures
               all
               good
               hap
               :
            
             
               But
               if
               at
               last
               she
               frowne
               (
               as
               custome
               is
               )
            
             
               And
               let
               them
               slip
               againe
               beside
               her
               lap
               ,
            
             
               They
               then
               confesse
               her
               baites
               did
               boad
               some
               trap
               .
            
             
               As
               I
               haue
               prou'd
               ,
               what
               Fortune
               giues
               to
               men
               ,
            
             
               For
               pleasure
               each
               ,
               she
               brings
               displeasures
               ten
               .
            
          
           
             
               Augustus
               great
               that
               good
               Octauius
               hight
               ,
            
             
               The
               Emperour
               which
               in
               peace
               did
               rule
               so
               long
               ,
            
             
               In
               whose
               good
               raigne
               was
               borne
               the
               Lord
               of
               light
            
             
               Nam'd
               
                 Iesus
                 Christ
              
               ,
               in
               power
               and
               works
               so
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               in
               my
               daies
               the
               Iewes
               opprest
               with
               wrong
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               good
               Christ
               anon
               I
               haue
               to
               tell
               :
            
             
               But
               first
               vnto
               Augustus
               what
               befell
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               noble
               Emprour
               did
               my
               mother
               wed
            
             
               Which
               Liuia
               hight
               ,
               a
               faire
               and
               noble
               dame
               :
            
             
               His
               daughter
               Iulia
               I
               likewise
               did
               bed
               ,
            
             
               And
               put
               away
               my
               wife
               of
               better
               fame
            
             
               Agrippa
               great
               with
               child
               ,
               the
               more
               my
               blame
               :
            
             
               I
               was
               through
               this
               and
               th'
               Empresse
               Liuias
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Adopted
               Emprour
               by
               Augustus
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               he
               was
               dead
               ,
               then
               I
               Tiberius
               raign'd
            
             
               Adopted
               thus
               ,
               and
               for
               my
               noble
               acts
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               both
               vnto
               warre
               and
               peace
               well
               train'd
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               Illyrians
               must
               confesse
               my
               famous
               facts
               :
            
             
               In
               three
               yeares
               space
               my
               power
               their
               pride
               subacts
               .
            
             
               On
               them
               and
               Germanes
               triumpht
               neare
               and
               farre
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               Punike
               fight
               the
               greatest
               Roman
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               (
               for
               it
               was
               my
               hap
               a
               victour
               so
            
             
               To
               Rome
               returne
               a
               yeare
               before
               his
               end
               )
            
             
               Throughout
               the
               world
               the
               fame
               of
               me
               did
               go
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romans
               all
               to
               fauour
               me
               did
               bend
               .
            
             
               To
               them
               Augustus
               did
               my
               warres
               commend
               ,
            
             
               Adopted
               me
               ,
               and
               (
               as
               I
               said
               )
               for
               this
            
             
               The
               Romanes
               heapt
               on
               me
               all
               worldly
               blisse
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               I
               had
               obtained
               my
               desire
               ,
            
             
               Who
               then
               but
               Caesar
               ?
               I
               did
               rule
               alone
               :
            
             
               By
               nature
               proud
               ,
               presuming
               to
               aspire
               ,
            
             
               Dissembling
               that
               which
               afterward
               was
               knowne
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               the
               fathers
               mind
               to
               me
               was
               showne
               ,
            
             
               Of
               their
               electing
               mine
               Emperiall
               place
               ,
            
             
               I
               seem'd
               to
               stay
               ,
               refusing
               it
               a
               space
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thus
               to
               proue
               my
               friends
               before
               I
               did
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               to
               heare
               what
               euery
               one
               would
               say
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               the
               cause
               why
               some
               I
               after
               rid
               ,
            
             
               The
               best'mongst
               them
               I
               made
               as
               foes
               away
               .
            
             
               By
               slaughter
               so
               I
               thought
               my
               throne
               to
               stay
               ,
            
             
               But
               otherwise
               then
               I
               had
               thought
               it
               fell
               ,
            
             
               As
               time
               doth
               trie
               the
               fruit
               of
               things
               full
               well
               .
            
          
           
             
               Another
               griefe
               conceiu'd
               I
               will
               recite
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               me
               with
               the
               Senate
               discontent
               :
            
             
               About
               that
               time
               did
               
                 Pontius
                 Pilate
              
               write
            
             
               His
               letters
               how
               the
               Iewes
               ,
               to
               malice
               bent
               ,
            
             
               Had
               put
               to
               death
               one
               Christ
               full
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               The
               Sonne
               of
               God
               ,
               of
               might
               ,
               of
               power
               no
               lesse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               rose
               from
               death
               ,
               as
               Christians
               all
               confesse
               .
            
          
           
             Thus
             wise
             he
             wrote
             :
          
           
             
               
               
                 
                   PONTIVS
                   PILATE
                   TO
                   HIS
                   LORD
                   CLAVDIVS
                   ,
                   wisheth
                   health
                   .
                
              
               
                 OF
                 late
                 it
                 chanst
                 ,
                 which
                 I
                 haue
                 proued
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Iewes
                 through
                 wrath
                 by
                 cruell
                 doome
                 haue
                 lost
                 
              
               
                 Themselues
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 their
                 ofspring
                 that
                 ensue
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 when
                 their
                 fathers
                 promise
                 had
                 that
                 God
              
               
                 Would
                 send
                 to
                 them
                 from
                 heauen
                 his
                 holy
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 might
                 deseruingly
                 be
                 nam'd
                 their
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 a
                 virgin
                 him
                 to
                 th'
                 earth
                 to
                 send
                 ,
              
               
                 Loe
                 now
                 when
                 as
                 the
                 Hebrewes
                 God
                 was
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 him
                 saw
                 restore
                 the
                 blind
                 to
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 cleanse
                 the
                 leapers
                 ,
                 cure
                 the
                 palsies
                 eke
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 cast
                 fiends
                 out
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 raise
                 the
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 Command
                 the
                 winds
                 ,
                 on
                 sea
                 with
                 drie
                 feete
                 walke
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 maruels
                 great
                 beside
                 to
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 all
                 men
                 called
                 him
                 the
                 Sonne
                 of
                 God
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Priests
                 in
                 enuie
                 brought
                 him
                 vnto
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bringing
                 many
                 forged
                 fained
                 faults
              
               
                 Nam'd
                 him
                 a
                 wisard
                 ,
                 'gainst
                 their
                 lawes
                 to
                 do
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 I
                 belieuing
                 whipt
                 him
                 for
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gaue
                 him
                 vp
                 to
                 vse
                 as
                 they
                 thought
                 best
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 crucifi'd
                 him
                 ,
                 buried
                 him
                 ,
                 his
                 tombe
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 kept
                 three
                 daies
                 with
                 souldiers
                 stout
                 :
                 yet
                 he
              
               
                 The
                 third
                 day
                 rose
                 againe
                 ,
                 and
                 came
                 to
                 life
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 when
                 they
                 heard
                 ,
                 they
                 brib'd
                 the
                 souldiers
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bad
                 them
                 say
                 ,
                 his
                 corpes
                 was
                 stolne
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 souldiers
                 yet
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 the
                 money
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 Could
                 not
                 the
                 truth
                 keepe
                 silent
                 of
                 the
                 fact
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 did
                 witnesse
                 he
                 did
                 rise
                 againe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 the
                 Iewes
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 money
                 taken
                 had
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 write
                 the
                 truth
                 ;
                 if
                 any
                 otherwise
              
               
                 Do
                 bring
                 report
                 ,
                 account
                 it
                 but
                 vaine
                 lies
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               THe
               letters
               read
               ,
               I
               did
               thereon
               conferre
               ,
            
             
               Booh
               with
               the
               Fathers
               graue
               in
               high
               degree
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               nobles
               who
               of
               Senate
               were
            
             
               That
               Christ
               in
               Rome
               as
               God
               might
               counted
               bee
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               they
               only
               did
               not
               disagree
               ,
            
             
               (
               Because
               the
               letters
               came
               not
               first
               to
               them
               )
            
             
               But
               by
               edict
               did
               punish
               Christen
               men
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               thei●
               accusers
               threaten
               death
               I
               did
               ,
            
             
               Although
               Seianus
               from
               my
               partie
               fell
               :
            
             
               The
               Senate
               which
               the
               Christians
               sought
               to
               rid
               ,
            
             
               By
               me
               were
               after
               seru'd
               in
               order
               well
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               Christs
               Godhead
               they
               would
               Rome
               expell
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               not
               serue
               the
               God
               of
               meekenesse
               sent
               ,
            
             
               To
               pot
               apace
               their
               hautie
               heads
               were
               pent
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               banisht
               some
               ,
               and
               some
               to
               death
               I
               put
               ,
            
             
               And
               foure
               and
               twentie
               Fathers
               graue
               I
               chose
               :
            
             
               From
               shoulders
               eke
               most
               of
               their
               heads
               I
               cut
               ,
            
             
               And
               left
               likewise
               aliue
               but
               twaine
               of
               those
               .
            
             
               Seianus
               I
               did
               slay
               ,
               all
               Drusus
               deadly
               foes
               .
            
             
               I
               eke
               Germanicus
               with
               poyson
               slew
               ,
            
             
               His
               sonnes
               likewise
               ,
               my
               poysons
               force
               well
               knew
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               men
               that
               did
               Iehouaes
               sonne
               refuse
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               of
               Iewes
               ,
               the
               Lord
               of
               life
               and
               health
               ,
            
             
               Were
               gouern'd
               thus
               :
               Tiberius
               thus
               did
               vse
            
             
               The
               men
               that
               were
               the
               Gods
               in
               Commonwealth
               ,
            
             
               Forsaking
               so
               their
               heauenly
               sauing
               health
               .
            
             
               The
               Emprour
               I
               which
               should
               their
               liues
               defend
               ,
            
             
               Sought
               all
               the
               meanes
               to
               bring
               their
               liues
               to
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               to
               religion
               I
               was
               nothing
               bent
               ,
            
             
               Dissembled
               things
               that
               least
               I
               fauour'd
               still
               :
            
             
               I
               neuer
               vsde
               to
               speake
               the
               things
               I
               ment
               ,
            
             
               But
               bare
               in
               mind
               the
               waies
               to
               worke
               men
               ill
               .
            
             
               I
               seem'd
               to
               some
               to
               beare
               them
               great
               good
               will
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               I
               tooke
               away
               as
               time
               did
               serue
               ,
            
             
               Inconstant
               vnto
               each
               ,
               yet
               seldome
               seem'd
               to
               swerue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               drunkennesse
               and
               riot
               ,
               sports
               and
               ease
               ,
            
             
               And
               pleasure
               all
               I
               gaue
               my
               studie
               then
               :
            
             
               Nought
               more
               then
               subtill
               shiftings
               did
               me
               please
               ,
            
             
               With
               bloodshed
               ,
               craftie
               ,
               vndermining
               men
               .
            
             
               My
               Court
               was
               like
               a
               Lions
               lurking
               den
               .
            
             
               The
               Iesters
               nam'd
               me
               
                 Caldius
                 Biberius
                 Mero
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               stead
               of
               this
               my
               name
               ,
               
                 Clandius
                 Tiberius
                 Nero.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               I
               will
               no
               more
               my
               life
               describe
               this
               time
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               my
               facts
               at
               last
               deseru'd
               defame
               ,
            
             
               Infected
               with
               so
               many
               a
               fulsome
               crime
               ,
            
             
               As
               may
               not
               heere
               repeated
               be
               for
               shame
               .
            
             
               I
               haue
               no
               cause
               the
               Ladie
               blind
               to
               blame
               ,
            
             
               But
               mine
               owne
               selfe
               ,
               who
               did
               abuse
               my
               place
               ,
            
             
               Which
               might
               full
               well
               haue
               vsde
               the
               gifts
               of
               grace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Three
               things
               in
               fine
               I
               tell
               ,
               that
               wrought
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               First
               vile
               dissembling
               both
               with
               God
               and
               man
               :
            
             
               For
               bloodshed
               then
               ,
               which
               hauocke
               made
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Blood
               cries
               to
               him
               that
               well
               reuenge
               it
               can
               .
            
             
               For
               filthie
               life
               I
               much
               offended
               than
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               aliue
               thus
               poysoned
               with
               these
               three
               ,
            
             
               Caligula
               at
               last
               did
               poyson
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Princes
               this
               I
               say
               ,
               and
               worthie
               Peeres
               ,
            
             
               I
               wish
               them
               wisely
               weigh
               that
               heare
               me
               shall
               ,
            
             
               And
               poise
               my
               first
               exploits
               with
               latter
               yeeres
               ,
            
             
               And
               well
               consider
               one
               thing
               in
               my
               fall
               :
            
             
               *
               Abuse
               of
               power
               abaseth
               Princes
               all
               .
            
             
               In
               throne
               on
               earth
               ,
               a
               Prince
               as
               God
               doth
               sit
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               a
               God
               no
               iustice
               should
               omit
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             CAIVS
             CAESAR
             CALIGVLA
             EMPEROVR
             OF
             Rome
             was
             slaine
             by
             Cherea
             and
             others
             ,
             
               the
               yeare
               of
               Christ
            
             ,
             42.
             
          
           
             
               VNhappie
               Princes
               haue
               in
               wealth
               no
               grace
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               how
               soone
               their
               vices
               bring
               them
               vnder
               ,
            
             
               But
               run
               vnruly
               ,
               reckelesse
               of
               their
               race
               ,
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               length
               they
               make
               themselues
               a
               wonder
               ,
            
             
               When
               from
               aloft
               their
               traces
               fall
               asonder
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               hope
               to
               hold
               aright
               the
               trace
               :
            
             
               They
               cannot
               keepe
               aloft
               th'
               Emperiall
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               Beholde
               my
               hap
               ,
               on
               whom
               the
               Romane
               rout
            
             
               With
               ioy
               did
               gaze
               ,
               when
               bloudy
               slaine
               I
               lay
               .
            
             
               Here
               lies
               (
               quoth
               they
               )
               thrust
               thirtie
               times
               throughout
               ,
            
             
               The
               monster
               vile
               ,
               that
               beast
               Caligula
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               so
               many
               guiltlesse
               Romanes
               slay
               .
            
             
               The
               nobles
               now
               the
               matrons
               need
               not
               doubt
               .
            
             
               The
               worthy
               writers
               may
               their
               works
               set
               out
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               was
               (
               I
               grant
               )
               full
               leaudly
               led
               by
               lust
               ,
            
             
               I
               forced
               nought
               of
               vertue
               ,
               faith
               ,
               nor
               law
               :
            
             
               In
               power
               I
               put
               my
               confidence
               and
               trust
               ,
            
             
               Regarding
               right
               nor
               Iustice
               strict
               a
               straw
               .
            
             
               My
               facts
               infarst
               my
               life
               with
               many
               a
               flawe
               ,
            
             
               Did
               me
               to
               deedes
               of
               foule
               lust
               incest
               draw
               :
            
             
               Which
               had
               of
               God
               nor
               natures
               hests
               the
               awe
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               make
               my selfe
               a
               God
               I
               did
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               That
               Iupiter
               to
               name
               my selfe
               did
               dare
               ,
            
             
               For
               incests
               vile
               ,
               which
               all
               good
               wights
               despise
               ,
            
             
               Nam'd
               Bacchus
               eke
               a
               drunken
               shrine
               I
               bare
               .
            
             
               To
               call
               me
               God
               some
               flatterers
               did
               not
               spare
               .
            
             
               By
               message
               I
               commanded
               them
               likevise
               ,
            
             
               My
               statue
               in
               the
               Temple
               to
               comprise
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               would
               not
               haue
               my
               slaughters
               here
               enrolde
               ,
            
             
               And
               murdrous
               mischieues
               mingled
               with
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Without
               regard
               of
               sexe
               ,
               of
               yong
               or
               olde
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               the
               Romanes
               did
               my
               life
               detest
               .
            
             
               To
               vices
               vile
               my
               deedes
               were
               all
               addrest
               :
            
             
               Which
               mine
               owne
               seruants
               loathing
               at
               the
               last
            
             
               With
               their
               owne
               hands
               my
               timelesse
               death
               did
               hast
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               life
               was
               naught
               ,
               and
               thus
               at
               last
               I
               dide
               ,
            
             
               My
               life
               procur'd
               both
               Gods
               and
               men
               my
               foes
               :
            
             
               Let
               Princes
               then
               beware
               of
               pompe
               and
               pride
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               themselues
               to
               vices
               such
               dispose
               .
            
             
               The
               throne
               will
               soone
               a
               Princely
               minde
               disclose
               ,
            
             
               The
               tyrants
               heart
               at
               once
               in
               throne
               is
               tride
               :
            
             
               The
               Princely
               robe
               no
               tyrant
               thoughts
               can
               hide
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             GVIDERIVS
             KING
             of
             Britaine
             ,
             and
             the
             elder
             son
             of
             Cimbaline
             was
             slaine
             in
             battaile
             by
             a
             Romane
             ,
             the
             yeare
             
               of
               Christ
            
             ,
             44.
             
               or
               as
               some
               write
            
             ,
             46.
             
          
           
             
               TAke
               ,
               Higgins
               ,
               now
               in
               hand
               thy
               pen
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               Let
               not
               my
               death
               and
               story
               lie
               forgote
               :
            
             
               Good
               cause
               there
               is
               I
               should
               remembred
               be
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               the
               falles
               of
               Britaine
               Princes
               note
               .
            
             
               Aloft
               I
               sate
               in
               Princely
               place
               aflote
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               the
               sword
               ,
               I
               bare
               the
               scepter
               right
               :
            
             
               I
               was
               accounted
               aye
               a
               worthy
               wight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Guiderius
               was
               my
               name
               ,
               the
               sonne
               of
               yore
            
             
               Of
               noble
               Cimbaline
               ,
               and
               after
               King
               :
            
             
               The
               Romane
               tribute
               I
               would
               pay
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Me
               thought
               it
               was
               too
               base
               a
               seruile
               thing
               .
            
             
               No
               Romane
               should
               me
               in
               subiection
               bring
               ,
            
             
               I
               stoutly
               did
               deny
               what
               they
               did
               claime
               ,
            
             
               Though
               many
               counseld
               me
               to
               yeeld
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               Claudius
               sent
               this
               tribute
               for
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               I
               sent
               him
               word
               againe
               ,
               I
               would
               not
               pay
               :
            
             
               I
               would
               not
               graunt
               ,
               vniustly
               he
               did
               craue
               ,
            
             
               That
               might
               in
               time
               procure
               my
               Realmes
               decay
               :
            
             
               He
               should
               not
               beare
               our
               freedome
               so
               away
               :
            
             
               By
               force
               and
               fraude
               proud
               Caesar
               heere
               did
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               by
               might
               my
               right
               I
               would
               maintaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               addrest
               himselfe
               in
               warlike
               sort
               ,
            
             
               The
               noble
               Claudius
               came
               to
               trie
               the
               case
               :
            
             
               Which
               had
               before
               receiued
               high
               report
               ,
            
             
               Both
               of
               my
               wealth
               ,
               my
               force
               ,
               and
               noble
               grace
               .
            
             
               So
               thinking
               well
               he
               might
               my
               fame
               deface
               ,
            
             
               From
               Rome
               he
               came
               to
               Britaine
               with
               his
               hoast
               ,
            
             
               And
               landed
               here
               vpon
               my
               Southerne
               coast
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               marke
               my
               tale
               ,
               and
               hereby
               shalt
               thou
               know
            
             
               The
               subtill
               sleights
               of
               Romanes
               in
               their
               war
               :
            
             
               The
               slie
               deceits
               of
               such
               doe
               make
               a
               show
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               to
               trie
               the
               people
               what
               they
               are
               .
            
             
               Note
               well
               such
               foes
               in
               dealing
               neere
               and
               far
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               the
               field
               ,
               in
               scout
               ,
               or
               fight
               alone
               :
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               rest
               example
               take
               by
               one
               .
            
          
           
             
               Amongst
               his
               men
               ,
               a
               Captaine
               stout
               he
               had
               ,
            
             
               With
               whom
               in
               fight
               I
               made
               my
               party
               good
               :
            
             
               Hamonius
               men
               him
               cal'd
               ,
               who
               for
               his
               blade
            
             
               In
               single
               fight
               so
               often
               I
               withstood
               :
            
             
               At
               last
               did
               worke
               a
               wile
               to
               shed
               my
               blood
               ,
            
             
               He
               clad
               himselfe
               as
               he
               a
               Britaine
               weare
               ,
            
             
               Like
               armour
               ,
               sword
               ,
               and
               target
               did
               he
               beare
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               marcht
               with
               vs
               as
               he
               a
               friend
               had
               been
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               we
               came
               to
               fight
               he
               shew'd
               a
               face
            
             
               Of
               comfort
               and
               bold
               courage
               gainst
               his
               men
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               fled
               ,
               and
               we
               pursu'd
               the
               chace
               ,
            
             
               Pursue
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               the
               Romans
               flie
               apace
               ,
            
             
               In
               British
               tongue
               he
               cride
               ,
               they
               flie
               ,
               they
               flie
               ,
            
             
               Our
               hostages
               had
               taught
               him
               so
               to
               crie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               As
               we
               pursude
               ,
               in
               me
               he
               thrust
               his
               blade
               ,
            
             
               Betweene
               my
               armour
               splints
               he
               gaue
               the
               wound
               :
            
             
               And
               fast
               away
               for
               life
               to
               shift
               he
               made
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               by
               deceits
               my
               life
               hee
               did
               confound
               .
            
             
               Of
               my
               decay
               this
               was
               the
               fatall
               ground
               :
            
             
               Which
               thou
               must
               pen
               ,
               that
               I
               a
               miror
               be
            
             
               For
               men
               to
               shun
               the
               flights
               of
               trecherie
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             LAELIVS
             HAMO
             THE
             ROMANE
             CAPTAINE
             was
             slaine
             ,
             after
             the
             slaughter
             of
             Guiderius
             ,
             
               about
               the
               yeare
               of
               Christ
            
             ,
             46.
             
          
           
             
               A
               Romane
               Captaine
               I
               in
               Britaine
               armour
               clad
               ,
            
             
               Disguisde
               therfore
               ,
               in
               field
               did
               slay
               their
               noble
               King
               ,
            
             
               I
               ventred
               in
               their
               host
               ,
               and
               I
               my
               purpose
               had
               :
            
             
               To
               venture
               so
               for
               Countries
               sake
               a
               worthy
               thing
               .
            
             
               But
               whoso
               weenes
               to
               win
               by
               slaughter
               high
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               often
               times
               the
               sate
               ,
               to
               fall
               by
               slaughter
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Euen
               so
               my selfe
               that
               slew
               ,
               short
               time
               my
               ioyes
               did
               last
               ,
            
             
               In
               flight
               I
               taken
               was
               ,
               and
               hewde
               in
               pieces
               small
               ,
            
             
               Which
               downe
               the
               cleeues
               they
               did
               into
               the
               waters
               cast
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               my
               name
               as
               yet
               the
               hauen
               and
               harbor
               call
               .
            
             
               Who
               thinkes
               by
               slaughters
               praise
               ,
               to
               winne
               immortall
               fame
            
             
               By
               treason
               vile
               ,
               deserues
               a
               shrowding
               sheete
               of
               shame
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             CLAVDIVS
             TIBERIVS
             DRVSVS
             EMPEROVR
             of
             Rome
             ,
             was
             poisoned
             by
             his
             wife
             
               Agrippina
               ,
               The
               yeare
               of
               Christ
               ,
            
             56.
             
          
           
             
               SAy
               not
               the
               people
               well
               ,
               that
               fortune
               fauours
               fooles
               ?
            
             
               So
               well
               they
               say
               ,
               I
               thinke
               ,
               which
               name
               her
               beetle
               blind
               .
            
             
               I
               need
               not
               tell
               thee
               heere
               what
               I
               haue
               learn'd
               at
               schooles
               ,
            
             
               But
               may
               by
               proofe
               expresse
               the
               madnesse
               of
               my
               mind
               .
            
             
               My
               mother
               by
               her
               prouerbs
               me
               a
               foole
               defin'd
               ,
            
             
               Which
               often
               said
               when
               any
               foolishly
               had
               done
               :
            
             
               In
               faith
               you
               are
               as
               wise
               as
               Claudius
               my
               sonne
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               pleased
               her
               not
               only
               so
               to
               name
               me
               sot
               ,
            
             
               But
               also
               me
               in
               ire
               a
               monster
               oft
               she
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               Vnperfect
               all
               ,
               begun
               by
               nature
               ,
               but
               begot
            
             
               Not
               absolute
               ,
               not
               well
               ,
               nor
               fully
               compleat
               fram'd
               .
            
             
               Sith
               thus
               my
               mother
               oft
               in
               anger
               me
               defam'd
               ,
            
             
               What
               meant
               the
               men
               of
               Rome
               ,
               which
               so
               elected
               me
               ,
            
             
               A
               foole
               ,
               a
               monster
               foule
               ,
               their
               gouernour
               to
               be
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Th'
               Emperiall
               blood
               and
               high
               descent
               was
               partly
               cause
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               (
               vnfit
               therefore
               )
               attain'd
               the
               supreame
               throne
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               the
               bloodie
               Senate
               tooke
               a
               while
               the
               pause
               ,
            
             
               Determining
               in
               mind
               t'abolish
               euery
               one
            
             
               Of
               Caesars
               ancient
               linage
               ,
               as
               their
               mortall
               fone
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               they
               could
               ,
               they
               thought
               ,
               receiue
               no
               quiet
               rest
               ,
            
             
               But
               still
               by
               our
               proud
               raigne
               were
               cruelly
               opprest
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               souldiers
               which
               me
               found
               where
               I
               my selfe
               had
               hid
               ,
            
             
               Loe
               from
               a
               place
               obscure
               ,
               vnfit
               for
               Caesars
               grace
               ,
            
             
               They
               brought
               me
               forth
               by
               force
               ,
               there
               me
               proclaime
               they
               did
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               seem'd
               in
               heart
               much
               meekenesse
               to
               embrace
               ,
            
             
               And
               could
               dissemble
               eke
               t'
               obtaine
               th'
               Emperiall
               place
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               the
               warriers
               stout
               were
               vnto
               me
               inclinde
               ,
            
             
               Supposing
               I
               was
               meeke
               ,
               and
               of
               a
               gentle
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               wilie
               wolfe
               that
               seekes
               to
               slay
               the
               silly
               sheepe
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               faine
               himselfe
               oft
               times
               to
               beare
               a
               simple
               eye
               :
            
             
               The
               craftie
               fox
               likewise
               would
               take
               of
               lambes
               the
               keepe
               ,
            
             
               If
               that
               he
               do
               perceiue
               the
               mastiue
               lying
               by
               :
            
             
               The
               Crocodile
               in
               Nile
               will
               faine
               to
               weepe
               and
               crie
               :
            
             
               But
               if
               the
               sheepe
               ,
               her
               yong
               ,
               or
               wandring
               man
               be
               caught
               :
            
             
               Wolfe
               ,
               Foxe
               ,
               and
               Crocodile
               ,
               haue
               euen
               the
               prey
               they
               sought
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               I
               could
               wisely
               faine
               ,
               as
               though
               I
               did
               refuse
            
             
               To
               take
               the
               Empires
               sway
               ,
               a
               charge
               for
               me
               too
               great
               ,
            
             
               But
               well
               in
               mind
               I
               wist
               ,
               if
               th'
               armie
               did
               me
               chuse
               ,
            
             
               The
               Senate
               could
               not
               me
               by
               force
               thereof
               defeate
               :
            
             
               They
               had
               no
               power
               to
               stay
               me
               from
               the
               hautie
               seate
               .
            
             
               Thus
               though
               I
               seem'd
               at
               first
               so
               simple
               ,
               meeke
               and
               plaine
               :
            
             
               Yet
               was
               I
               subtill
               ,
               slie
               ,
               and
               glad
               of
               glorie
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               after
               I
               was
               thron'd
               ,
               I
               gaue
               my selfe
               to
               ease
               ,
            
             
               To
               wine
               ,
               to
               women
               eke
               ,
               to
               sport
               ,
               and
               bellie
               chere
               ,
            
             
               And
               foolish
               fearefull
               was
               ,
               my
               wife
               for
               to
               displease
            
             
               Who
               Messalina
               hight
               ,
               whose
               manners
               homely
               were
               .
            
             
               She
               made
               not
               only
               me
               the
               cuckolds
               horne
               to
               beare
               ,
            
             
               But
               also
               did
               allure
               good
               matrons
               vnto
               vice
               ,
            
             
               And
               virgins
               chast
               to
               sinne
               ,
               or
               made
               them
               pay
               the
               price
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               if
               that
               either
               they
               did
               seeme
               t'
               abhor
               the
               fact
               ,
            
             
               Or
               if
               that
               men
               with
               her
               adulterate
               would
               not
               be
               ,
            
             
               Some
               famous
               crime
               was
               fain'd
               or
               else
               some
               hainous
               act
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               not
               they
               nor
               theirs
               from
               slaughter
               could
               be
               free
               .
            
             
               My
               houshold
               seruants
               were
               prefer'd
               in
               place
               by
               me
               ,
            
             
               Their
               wealth
               was
               more
               then
               mine
               :
               the
               prouerbe
               went
               as
               then
               ,
            
             
               *
               I
               need
               no
               treasure
               want
               ,
               if
               I
               would
               please
               my
               men
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               I
               caused
               her
               for
               to
               be
               made
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               a
               vow
               no
               more
               with
               women
               for
               to
               wed
               ,
            
             
               Because
               my
               vicious
               wiues
               sought
               either
               me
               to
               slay
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               with
               whoredome
               vile
               to
               violate
               my
               bed
               .
            
             
               But
               blind
               at
               length
               with
               folly
               from
               my
               vow
               I
               fled
               ,
            
             
               And
               Agrippina
               hight
               my
               brothers
               daughter
               braue
            
             
               Incestuously
               I
               chose
               ,
               for
               spoused
               wife
               to
               haue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               So
               leading
               then
               my
               life
               in
               sloth
               and
               loth
               some
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               I
               gaue
               my selfe
               to
               riot
               ,
               drinking
               ,
               cards
               and
               dice
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               so
               skilfull
               was
               by
               practise
               growne
               therein
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               of
               dicing
               arte
               did
               write
               a
               worke
               of
               Price
               .
            
             
               This
               may
               full
               well
               declare
               if
               I
               were
               graue
               and
               wise
               .
            
             
               Growne
               old
               in
               all
               my
               deeds
               so
               credulous
               was
               I
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               each
               doubtfull
               place
               I
               had
               some
               secret
               spie
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               bloodie
               was
               I
               growne
               ,
               that
               euery
               light
               offence
            
             
               Was
               cause
               enough
               to
               take
               away
               th'
               offenders
               life
               :
            
             
               I
               so
               forgetfull
               was
               ,
               and
               such
               my
               negligence
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               enquire
               for
               those
               that
               causde
               my
               former
               griefe
            
             
               For
               Messalina
               faire
               ,
               of
               late
               my
               wanton
               wife
               :
            
             
               Eke
               for
               such
               others
               dead
               I
               would
               enquire
               againe
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               in
               rage
               before
               commanded
               to
               be
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               fondly
               did
               extoll
               the
               meaner
               sort
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               Adorning
               their
               degrees
               with
               titles
               of
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               such
               as
               seruants
               were
               and
               seru'd
               my
               diet
               then
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               ancient
               men
               in
               Senate
               often
               sate
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               the
               Romans
               me
               vnto
               the
               death
               did
               hate
               .
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               cruell
               deeds
               and
               beastly
               life
               I
               lead
               ,
            
             
               Full
               often
               times
               they
               wisht
               that
               I
               their
               Prince
               were
               dead
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               Agrippine
               perswaded
               me
               t'adopt
               her
               hopefull
               sonne
               ,
            
             
               That
               after
               my
               decease
               the
               Empire
               he
               might
               haue
               :
            
             
               Which
               when
               too
               soone
               at
               length
               I
               had
               vnwisely
               donne
            
             
               At
               her
               vniust
               request
               ,
               as
               she
               the
               same
               did
               craue
               :
            
             
               In
               recompence
               to
               me
               she
               deadly
               poyson
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               at
               last
               I
               di'd
               :
               this
               was
               my
               life
               and
               end
               :
            
             
               Which
               as
               a
               mirour
               heere
               to
               thee
               I
               do
               commend
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THE
             EMPEROVR
             DOMITIVS
             NERO
             LIVED
             wickedly
             and
             tyrannously
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             end
             
               miserablie
               slew
               himselfe
               ,
               the
               yeare
               of
               Christ
               ,
            
             70.
             
          
           
             
               MVst
               I
               that
               lead
               so
               loose
               a
               life
               speake
               heere
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               wreckes
               whom
               Fortunes
               tempests
               tore
               ?
            
             
               Well
               ,
               then
               I
               see
               I
               must
               ,
               the
               case
               is
               cleere
               ,
            
             
               But
               blame
               I
               must
               my
               onely
               selfe
               therefore
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               that
               Nero
               rule
               in
               Rome
               that
               bore
               ,
            
             
               My
               mother
               Agrippine
               so
               wrought
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               Her
               husband
               poisned
               ,
               I
               might
               Emprour
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               while
               I
               gaue
               my selfe
               to
               gouerne
               well
               ,
            
             
               As
               Senec
               graue
               instructed
               me
               thereto
               :
            
             
               But
               after
               ,
               I
               to
               shamelesse
               dealings
               fell
               ,
            
             
               At
               randome
               liu'd
               in
               lust
               as
               Lechers
               doe
               ,
            
             
               To
               slaughters
               fell
               ,
               of
               friends
               and
               kinred
               too
               ,
            
             
               Not
               sparing
               those
               in
               fleshly
               lusts
               desire
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               natures
               impes
               dumb
               beasts
               will
               not
               require
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               shame
               it
               were
               to
               tell
               my
               hatefull
               life
               :
            
             
               But
               he
               that
               wanted
               shame
               ,
               whose
               face
               was
               brasse
               ,
            
             
               That
               spared
               neither
               men
               ,
               maide
               ,
               virgine
               ,
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Not
               mother
               ,
               sister
               ,
               kind
               ,
               nor
               kin
               that
               was
               :
            
             
               Whose
               facts
               both
               care
               and
               shame
               did
               alwaies
               passe
               :
            
             
               What
               should
               he
               shame
               to
               do
               ,
               speake
               ,
               think
               ,
               or
               say
               ,
            
             
               Which
               all
               his
               life
               cast
               bashfull
               shame
               away
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               wantonnesse
               ,
               I
               past
               the
               filthie
               stues
               :
            
             
               For
               gluttonie
               ,
               I
               had
               no
               where
               my
               peere
               :
            
             
               No
               kind
               of
               crueltie
               but
               I
               did
               vse
               ,
            
             
               No
               wickednesse
               from
               which
               my
               life
               was
               cleere
               ,
            
             
               My
               pride
               did
               passe
               them
               all
               ,
               both
               far
               and
               neere
               .
            
             
               Against
               the
               trade
               of
               kinde
               in
               shamelesse
               life
               ,
            
             
               One
               man
               had
               me
               for
               bride
               and
               for
               bride-wife
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               golden
               nets
               in
               riot
               I
               would
               fish
               .
            
             
               And
               purple
               lines
               to
               draw
               my
               nets
               I
               had
               :
            
             
               I
               vsed
               eke
               for
               pleasures
               many
               a
               dish
               ,
            
             
               And
               was
               with
               nought
               but
               lust
               and
               mischiefe
               glad
               .
            
             
               Though
               these
               things
               made
               the
               Romans
               hearts
               full
               sad
               ,
            
             
               They
               durst
               not
               speake
               :
               for
               whoso
               did
               complaine
               ,
            
             
               Without
               respect
               or
               sentence
               more
               ,
               was
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               pleasures
               sake
               to
               see
               the
               flames
               arise
               ,
            
             
               I
               causde
               that
               Rome
               should
               then
               on
               fire
               be
               set
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               to
               feede
               therewith
               my
               gazing
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               On
               high
               Maecenas
               Tower
               to
               stand
               I
               get
               .
            
             
               So
               ,
               sixe
               daies
               fire
               and
               seuen
               nights
               waste
               I
               let
               ,
            
             
               And
               sang
               there
               while
               ,
               beholding
               it
               with
               ioy
               ,
            
             
               The
               Iliades
               sweet
               of
               Grecians
               burning
               Troy.
               
            
          
           
             
               Then
               I
               restrain'd
               that
               no
               man
               should
               resort
            
             
               To
               the
               ruines
               great
               ,
               when
               as
               the
               fire
               was
               past
               :
            
             
               Nor
               should
               therefrom
               the
               reliques
               left
               transport
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               my selfe
               reseru'd
               them
               all
               at
               last
               .
            
             
               The
               Merchants
               causelesse
               from
               their
               goods
               I
               cast
               ,
            
             
               And
               Senatours
               depriu'd
               of
               all
               they
               had
               ,
            
             
               Some
               slaine
               ,
               the
               rest
               with
               life
               to
               scape
               were
               glad
               .
            
          
           
             
               Still
               out
               the
               sword
               to
               slay
               all
               sorts
               I
               drew
               ,
            
             
               My
               mother
               could
               not
               scape
               amongst
               them
               free
               :
            
             
               My
               brother
               deare
               ,
               and
               sisters
               eke
               I
               slew
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               wiues
               likewise
               a
               two
               or
               three
               .
            
             
               My
               kinsemen
               eke
               I
               kil'd
               of
               each
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Reioycing
               in
               so
               heinous
               bloodshed
               still
               ,
            
             
               Nought
               else
               with
               Nero
               then
               but
               ,
               kill
               ,
               them
               kill
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               that
               Seneca
               me
               counsaile
               gaue
            
             
               (
               My
               tutour
               good
               in
               youth
               )
               to
               leaue
               my
               vice
               ,
            
             
               I
               bad
               him
               choose
               what
               death
               him
               lik'd
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               Which
               now
               should
               pay
               ,
               for
               then
               ,
               my
               stripes
               the
               price
               .
            
             
               In
               water
               warme
               to
               stand
               was
               his
               deuice
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               to
               bleede
               :
               a
               milde
               and
               gentle
               death
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               I
               causde
               them
               reaue
               his
               vitall
               breath
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               So
               with
               almightie
               Ioue
               I
               gan
               to
               warre
               ,
            
             
               The
               Christians
               good
               I
               did
               torment
               and
               flay
               :
            
             
               Commanding
               all
               my
               subiects
               neere
               and
               farre
               ,
            
             
               Their
               liues
               and
               goods
               to
               spoile
               and
               take
               away
               .
            
             
               Which
               they
               accomplisht
               straight
               without
               delay
               :
            
             
               Both
               Paul
               and
               Peter
               Christs
               disciples
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               Apostles
               ,
               both
               by
               mine
               edict
               were
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               endureth
               long
               that
               's
               violent
               ?
            
             
               The
               thunder
               seemes
               some
               time
               to
               teare
               the
               skies
               ,
            
             
               At
               seas
               full
               oft
               the
               stormes
               are
               vehement
               ,
            
             
               To
               cloudes
               aloft
               the
               waues
               and
               waters
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Soone
               after
               th'
               aire
               is
               cleare
               ,
               the
               water
               lies
               :
            
             
               Experience
               and
               the
               prouerbs
               olde
               doe
               showe
               ,
            
             
               *
               Each
               storme
               will
               haue
               his
               calme
               ,
               each
               tide
               his
               flowe
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               I
               went
               for
               to
               destroy
               the
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Romanes
               noble
               fame
               t'
               obscure
               :
            
             
               The
               Senate
               all
               ,
               and
               people
               did
               me
               hate
               ,
            
             
               And
               sought
               which
               way
               they
               might
               my
               death
               procure
               .
            
             
               Mine
               outrage
               they
               no
               longer
               could
               endure
               ,
            
             
               They
               me
               proclaimed
               a
               foe
               to
               publique
               weale
               ,
            
             
               To
               saue
               my selfe
               away
               by
               night
               I
               steale
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               iudgement
               was
               ,
               such
               foes
               should
               pillered
               be
            
             
               By
               necke
               ,
               in
               forke
               made
               fastfull
               sure
               to
               bide
               :
            
             
               And
               should
               with
               rods
               so
               long
               there
               beaten
               be
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               therewith
               the
               wofull
               caytiues
               dide
               :
            
             
               From
               this
               correction
               therefore
               fast
               I
               hide
               ,
            
             
               From
               Galba
               then
               proclaimed
               Emprour
               new
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               of
               death
               ,
               by
               deeds
               deserued
               due
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               night
               (
               I
               say
               )
               forsaken
               quite
               ,
               I
               fled
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sporus
               th'
               Eunuch
               most
               impure
               likewise
               ,
            
             
               With
               others
               three
               ,
               like
               filthy
               life
               that
               led
               .
            
             
               To
               slay
               my selfe
               I
               desperate
               then
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               all
               the
               world
               did
               so
               for
               sinne
               despise
               :
            
             
               And
               thirsting
               sore
               in
               fight
               ,
               full
               faine
               I
               dranke
            
             
               The
               waters
               foule
               ,
               which
               in
               the
               ditches
               stanke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               At
               my
               request
               my
               friends
               would
               me
               not
               kill
               :
            
             
               Haue
               I
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               no
               foe
               ,
               nor
               yet
               no
               frend
               ,
            
             
               To
               reaue
               me
               from
               this
               feare
               of
               conscience
               ill
               ?
            
             
               Will
               no
               man
               make
               of
               Nero
               yet
               an
               end
               ?
            
             
               With
               that
               my
               brest
               to
               point
               of
               sword
               I
               bend
               ,
            
             
               With
               trembling
               hand
               ,
               which
               Sporus
               holpe
               to
               stay
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               the
               same
               my selfe
               assai'd
               to
               slay
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               ,
               of
               Galbaes
               seruants
               one
               drew
               nie
            
             
               With
               fained
               cheere
               ,
               as
               though
               he
               helpe
               me
               would
               :
            
             
               Too
               late
               you
               come
               ,
               call
               you
               this
               helpe
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               ?
            
             
               Is
               this
               the
               friendship
               firme
               and
               faith
               you
               hold
               ?
            
             
               My
               life
               was
               filthie
               ,
               vile
               for
               to
               behold
               ,
            
             
               My
               death
               more
               vile
               ,
               more
               filthie
               I
               depart
               :
            
             
               So
               mine
               owne
               sword
               I
               ran
               quite
               through
               my
               hart
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             SERGIVS
             GALBA
             THE
             EMPEROVR
             OF
             ROME
             (
             giuen
             to
             slaughter
             ,
             ambition
             ,
             and
             gluttonie
             )
             
               was
               slaine
               by
               the
               souldiers
               ,
               the
               yeare
               of
               Christ
               ,
            
             71.
             
          
           
             
               AMongst
               the
               hautie
               Emprours
               downe
               that
               fell
               ,
            
             
               I
               
                 Sergius
                 Galba
              
               may
               be
               placed
               heere
               :
            
             
               Where
               who
               so
               sees
               and
               markes
               my
               dealings
               well
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               may
               soone
               the
               fruits
               of
               fraud
               appeare
               .
            
             
               All
               murders
               great
               are
               bought
               with
               price
               full
               deare
               .
            
             
               Foule
               slaughters
               done
               ,
               procure
               as
               foule
               a
               fall
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               deserues
               that
               workes
               the
               wofull
               thrall
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               Rome
               sometime
               I
               Pretour
               chosen
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               obtain'd
               of
               Spaine
               the
               Prouince
               faire
               :
            
             
               To
               gouerne
               there
               ,
               I
               brought
               by
               friends
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               In
               hope
               to
               be
               the
               Emprour
               Neroes
               heire
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               the
               Romans
               did
               of
               him
               despaire
               ,
            
             
               So
               bent
               at
               home
               to
               slaughter
               ,
               lust
               and
               vice
               ,
            
             
               By
               warres
               abroad
               I
               wan
               the
               praise
               and
               price
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               get
               the
               souldiers
               fauour
               I
               tooke
               paine
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               the
               Emprours
               choice
               they
               gaue
               the
               stroke
               :
            
             
               I
               therefore
               sought
               some
               spoiles
               for
               them
               to
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               Though
               thereby
               oft
               the
               lawes
               of
               armes
               I
               broke
               .
            
             
               But
               who
               may
               words
               or
               actions
               done
               reuoke
               ?
            
             
               The
               staine
               abides
               ,
               where
               euill
               strikes
               the
               good
               ,
            
             
               And
               vengeance
               wrecks
               the
               waste
               of
               guiltlesse
               bloud
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               Lusitania
               while
               that
               time
               I
               lay
               ,
            
             
               I
               causde
               the
               people
               there
               assemble
               should
               ,
            
             
               Reporting
               I
               had
               somwhat
               for
               to
               say
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               effect
               procure
               them
               profit
               would
               :
            
             
               To
               which
               they
               came
               as
               many
               neere
               as
               could
               ,
            
             
               Full
               thirtie
               thousand
               ,
               thinking
               nought
               of
               ill
               :
            
             
               All
               which
               I
               causde
               the
               souldiers
               there
               to
               kill
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               sought
               by
               death
               to
               post
               proud
               Nero
               hence
               ,
            
             
               Not
               for
               his
               vicious
               life
               ,
               but
               for
               his
               place
               :
            
             
               Although
               his
               vice
               ,
               were
               made
               the
               chiefe
               pretence
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               all
               good
               men
               accounted
               void
               of
               grace
               .
            
             
               But
               yet
               I
               could
               not
               stay
               so
               long
               a
               space
               :
            
             
               I
               causde
               in
               Spaine
               the
               souldiers
               me
               proclame
               ,
            
             
               Which
               straight
               they
               did
               ,
               and
               gaue
               me
               Caesars
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Rome
               I
               hide
               ,
               and
               Nero
               gate
               him
               thence
               ,
            
             
               He
               stole
               away
               for
               feare
               of
               sentence
               past
               ,
            
             
               A
               publique
               foe
               proclaim'd
               for
               negligence
               ,
            
             
               For
               slaughters
               done
               ,
               for
               fire
               of
               Rome
               the
               wast
               :
            
             
               Eke
               for
               because
               he
               was
               of
               me
               agast
            
             
               He
               slew
               him selfe
               ,
               before
               my
               man
               could
               come
               ,
            
             
               Which
               slaughter
               else
               my
               seruants
               there
               had
               done
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               I
               my
               master
               thus
               subuerted
               had
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romanes
               eke
               began
               mislike
               with
               mee
               ,
            
             
               They
               said
               I
               was
               ambitious
               ,
               nigh
               so
               bad
            
             
               And
               cruell
               ,
               giuen
               to
               pride
               and
               gluttony
               .
            
             
               How
               I
               was
               ruled
               all
               by
               Romanes
               three
               ,
            
             
               
                 Cornelius
                 ,
                 Iulius
                 ,
                 Celius
              
               ,
               for
               the
               State
            
             
               My
               schoolemasters
               ,
               for
               which
               they
               did
               me
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               
                 Siluius
                 Otho
              
               sought
               the
               Empire
               then
               ,
            
             
               That
               vicious
               beast
               ,
               and
               coward
               varlet
               vile
               :
            
             
               He
               dealt
               by
               gifts
               so
               with
               mine
               armed
               men
               ,
            
             
               That
               factions
               rose
               in
               campe
               within
               a
               while
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               I
               came
               them
               for
               to
               reconcile
               ,
            
             
               To
               Curtius
               lake
               ,
               neere
               which
               the
               armie
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Siluius
               friends
               the
               souldiers
               did
               me
               slay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Strooke
               off
               my
               head
               ,
               and
               bare
               it
               to
               my
               foe
               ,
            
             
               Who
               causde
               it
               should
               be
               set
               vpon
               a
               speare
               :
            
             
               So
               through
               the
               campe
               they
               bare
               it
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               Saluting
               it
               ,
               now
               dead
               ,
               a
               sort
               there
               were
               ,
            
             
               Which
               late
               thereof
               ,
               aliue
               ,
               did
               doubt
               and
               feare
               .
            
             
               O
               Galba
               ,
               ioifull
               daies
               the
               Gods
               thee
               giue
               ,
            
             
               God
               send
               thee
               Galba
               well
               long
               time
               to
               liue
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               was
               the
               guerdon
               of
               my
               hautie
               pride
               ,
            
             
               To
               haue
               mine
               head
               thus
               wise
               extold
               aloft
               :
            
             
               Thus
               I
               the
               gaines
               of
               hasty
               climing
               tride
               ,
            
             
               To
               leese
               mine
               head
               ,
               and
               after
               haue
               it
               scoft
               :
            
             
               A
               thing
               indeed
               that
               chaunceth
               wonders
               oft
               .
            
             
               *
               Who
               thinkes
               that
               gaine
               is
               sweet
               by
               sheading
               blood
               ,
            
             
               In
               purple
               gore
               oft
               yeeldes
               like
               gainfull
               good
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             THE
             VICIOVS
             SILVIVS
             OTHO
             EMPEROVR
             OF
             Rome
             slew
             himselfe
             ,
             the
             yeare
             of
             Christ
             ,
             71.
             
          
           
             
               LIke
               will
               to
               like
               (
               for
               so
               the
               Prouerbe
               saies
               )
            
             
               Such
               are
               the
               men
               ,
               as
               those
               with
               whom
               they
               vse
               :
            
             
               The
               Goate
               with
               Goate
               together
               is
               alwaies
               ,
            
             
               The
               Wolfe
               of
               Wolfe
               no
               friendship
               doth
               refuse
               ,
            
             
               The
               crafty
               Foxe
               the
               Foxe
               for
               friend
               doth
               chuse
               :
            
             
               And
               euery
               liuing
               creature
               loues
               his
               kinde
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               the
               shape
               as
               qualities
               of
               minde
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               yet
               all
               men
               that
               come
               in
               company
               ,
            
             
               Are
               not
               indu'd
               with
               qualities
               alike
               :
            
             
               One
               loues
               soft
               musick
               and
               sweet
               melodie
               ,
            
             
               Another
               is
               perhaps
               Melancholike
               ,
            
             
               Another
               fumish
               is
               and
               Cholerike
               ,
            
             
               Another
               dull
               and
               sottish
               in
               his
               sence
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               (
               in
               some
               what
               )
               full
               of
               negligence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               then
               Complexion
               is
               somewhat
               in
               case
               ,
            
             
               Concerning
               chiefe
               the
               disposition
               :
            
             
               But
               yet
               the
               learned
               writers
               haue
               a
               place
               ,
            
             
               That
               manners
               alter
               our
               Complexion
               .
            
             
               So
               some
               say
               also
               of
               correction
               .
            
             
               And
               sure
               I
               thinke
               if
               that
               they
               say
               be
               true
               ,
            
             
               I
               after
               was
               the
               worse
               for
               Neroes
               crue
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               Courtisane
               brought
               me
               in
               fauour
               first
               ,
            
             
               Into
               his
               Court
               and
               fellowship
               I
               came
               :
            
             
               To
               me
               recount
               his
               villanies
               he
               dirst
               ,
            
             
               Not
               fit
               to
               tell
               ,
               he
               thought
               which
               had
               no
               shame
               .
            
             
               I
               will
               no
               more
               recite
               of
               his
               defame
               :
            
             
               The
               day
               was
               curst
               to
               me
               which
               brought
               me
               in
               ,
            
             
               At
               Neroes
               house
               ,
               such
               infamy
               to
               win
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               yet
               another
               did
               me
               more
               infect
               ,
            
             
               Seleucus
               seene
               in
               Mathematiques
               well
               :
            
             
               He
               of
               my
               birth
               a
               figure
               did
               erect
               ,
            
             
               Of
               many
               haps
               and
               chaunces
               he
               did
               tell
               :
            
             
               Incited
               me
               gainst
               Galba
               to
               rebell
               ,
            
             
               With
               warrant
               if
               I
               would
               inuade
               the
               throne
               ,
            
             
               I
               might
               aloft
               with
               Scepter
               sit
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               seeke
               reuenge
               for
               Neroes
               death
               likewise
               ,
            
             
               Incited
               me
               his
               enemy
               to
               kill
               :
            
             
               Then
               with
               my
               Souldiers
               all
               I
               did
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               The
               wayt
               '
               accomplish
               mine
               endeuour
               still
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               well
               I
               might
               perswade
               almost
               to
               any
               ill
               .
            
             
               Eke
               so
               indeed
               the
               Souldiers
               did
               him
               slay
               ,
            
             
               And
               brought
               to
               me
               his
               head
               with
               them
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               caused
               them
               to
               set
               it
               on
               a
               speare
               ,
            
             
               About
               the
               Campe
               to
               beare
               it
               as
               a
               show
               ,
            
             
               To
               put
               the
               rest
               mine
               enemies
               in
               feare
               :
            
             
               So
               they
               before
               their
               punishment
               might
               know
               .
            
             
               Great
               gifts
               amongst
               the
               Souldiers
               I
               bestow
               ,
            
             
               Where
               with
               they
               all
               in
               campe
               with
               one
               assent
               ,
            
             
               To
               chuse
               me
               for
               their
               Caesar
               ,
               were
               content
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               to
               holde
               it
               fast
               a
               worke
               of
               skill
               ,
            
             
               I
               cast
               about
               and
               many
               waies
               did
               trie
            
             
               With
               prudent
               forecast
               to
               preuent
               all
               ill
               :
            
             
               
                 Non
                 minor
                 est
                 virtus
                 ,
                 quàm
                 quaerere
                 ,
                 parta
                 tueri
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               hautie
               seate
               hath
               many
               a
               greedy
               eye
               .
            
             
               The
               election
               was
               mislikte
               ,
               and
               in
               short
               space
               ,
            
             
               Vitellius
               sought
               to
               vndermine
               my
               grace
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               armes
               we
               were
               ,
               and
               he
               me
               battaile
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               First
               at
               Placentia
               ,
               where
               I
               had
               the
               foile
               :
            
             
               From
               Bebriacke
               by
               force
               he
               next
               me
               draue
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               mine
               army
               vanquish
               quite
               ,
               and
               spoile
               .
            
             
               There
               I
               not
               able
               farder
               to
               recoile
               ,
            
             
               Despairing
               quite
               ,
               I
               wist
               to
               flie
               no
               way
               ,
            
             
               As
               Nero
               earst
               ,
               with
               sword
               my selfe
               I
               slay
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             AVL
             VS
             VITELLIVS
             EMPEROVR
             OF
             ROME
             ,
             came
             to
             an
             infortunate
             end
             :
             the
             yeare
             
               of
               Christ
            
             ,
             71.
             
          
           
             
               TO
               tread
               the
               staire
               to
               state
               ,
               who
               takes
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               thereon
               enters
               first
               ,
               by
               bribes
               or
               blood
               :
            
             
               On
               slippery
               ground
               he
               cannot
               firmely
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               fixt
               is
               he
               ,
               his
               hold
               is
               nothing
               good
               .
            
             
               Though
               hee
               knew
               earst
               ,
               how
               firme
               on
               ground
               he
               stood
               ,
            
             
               And
               thinke
               to
               fixe
               his
               seate
               with
               better
               hold
               :
            
             
               He
               cannot
               scape
               yet
               scotfree
               vncontrold
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               see
               before
               his
               face
               ,
               the
               fall
               of
               such
            
             
               As
               climbe
               vp
               so
               ,
               and
               cannot
               yet
               take
               heed
               ,
            
             
               But
               must
               of
               force
               th'
               imperiall
               title
               tuch
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               so
               many
               doubts
               of
               danger
               breed
               :
            
             
               A
               point
               of
               peeuish
               pride
               ,
               a
               rage
               indeed
            
             
               By
               blindnesse
               blunt
               ,
               a
               sortish
               sweame
               he
               feeles
               :
            
             
               With
               ioyes
               bereft
               ,
               when
               death
               is
               hard
               at
               heeles
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               Fortune
               well
               tooke
               name
               ,
               accounted
               blind
               ,
            
             
               Because
               men
               fortunat
               ,
               vnfitly
               see
               :
            
             
               To
               pleasures
               sweet
               ,
               and
               honors
               all
               enclin'd
               ,
            
             
               Without
               respect
               the
               most
               addicted
               bee
               ,
            
             
               Regarding
               nought
               but
               titles
               of
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               mishaps
               ,
               infortunes
               of
               their
               race
               ,
            
             
               In
               high
               prospects
               ,
               of
               view
               can
               take
               no
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               blindnesse
               is
               not
               of
               the
               eyes
               alone
               ,
            
             
               But
               of
               the
               mind
               ,
               a
               dimnesse
               and
               a
               mist
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               they
               shift
               to
               sit
               in
               hautie
               throne
            
             
               With
               hope
               to
               rule
               the
               scepter
               as
               they
               list
               ,
            
             
               Ther
               's
               no
               regard
               nor
               feare
               of
               had-I-wist
               .
            
             
               The
               present
               pleasure
               ,
               glorie
               ,
               wealth
               ,
               and
               ioy
            
             
               Bereaues
               their
               gaze
               ,
               the
               feare
               of
               all
               annoy
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               trade
               of
               men
               is
               such
               ,
               too
               late
               th'
               are
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Too
               late
               they
               know
               which
               way
               mischances
               tell
               .
            
             
               At
               first
               the
               Phrygians
               counsell
               did
               despise
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               they
               knew
               the
               way
               t'
               haue
               holpe
               it
               well
               .
            
             
               When
               Grecians
               did
               their
               noble
               Princes
               quell
               ,
            
             
               Had
               fier'd
               and
               sackt
               their
               towne
               of
               worthie
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Then
               they
               too
               late
               knew
               how
               t'
               haue
               sau'd
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               Caesar
               saw
               too
               late
               his
               cause
               of
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               Drusus
               poisned
               ,
               had
               as
               fortune
               ill
               :
            
             
               
                 Domitius
                 Nero
              
               hated
               most
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               Galba
               ,
               which
               his
               master
               sought
               to
               kill
               .
            
             
               So
               
                 Siluius
                 Otho
              
               ,
               whose
               blood
               I
               did
               spill
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               Vitellius
               may
               affirme
               with
               these
               ,
            
             
               
                 Illud
                 verum
                 ,
                 Serò
                 sapiunt
                 Phryges
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               We
               all
               assaild
               ,
               and
               gate
               the
               throne
               by
               sword
               ,
            
             
               So
               each
               wee
               saw
               how
               they
               before
               vs
               sped
               :
            
             
               The
               only
               fruite
               which
               treason
               hath
               t'
               afford
               ,
            
             
               Is
               losse
               of
               pleasures
               ,
               goods
               ,
               lands
               ,
               life
               or
               head
               .
            
             
               The
               gaine
               we
               get
               ,
               stands
               vs
               small
               time
               in
               stead
               :
            
             
               The
               Fame
               we
               craue
               ,
               becomes
               defame
               and
               shame
               ,
            
             
               And
               rusts
               for
               aie
               ,
               deuouring
               our
               good
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               slaughters
               mine
               what
               neede
               I
               here
               descry
               ,
            
             
               Or
               how
               the
               Romanes
               reft
               away
               my
               life
               ?
            
             
               When
               I
               seuen
               monthes
               had
               raigned
               wickedly
               ,
            
             
               Which
               entred
               in
               by
               bloud
               and
               ciuill
               strife
               .
            
             
               But
               this
               I
               find
               too
               late
               a
               sequell
               rife
               ,
            
             
               Who
               takes
               by
               sword
               from
               Prince
               the
               scepters
               guide
               ,
            
             
               By
               sword
               from
               him
               the
               scepter
               so
               shall
               slide
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             LONDRICVS
             THE
             Pict
             ,
             slaine
             by
             King
             Marius
             of
             Britaine
             ,
             about
             the
             80.
             yeare
             of
             Christ.
             
          
           
             
               FOrtune
               was
               wont
               in
               state
               to
               lift
               her
               children
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               giue
               thē
               kingdomes
               great
               ,
               &
               conquests
               at
               her
               will
               ,
            
             
               And
               place
               thē
               ,
               as
               they
               thought
               ,
               aboue
               the
               gods
               welnigh
               .
            
             
               She
               blindly
               leades
               them
               forth
               ,
               as
               is
               her
               custome
               still
               ,
            
             
               With
               pleasures
               all
               a
               while
               ,
               she
               doth
               their
               fancies
               fill
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               last
               doth
               let
               them
               fall
               adowne
               againe
               .
            
             
               Shee
               sets
               aloft
               ,
               and
               pulles
               them
               downe
               with
               might
               and
               maine
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               we
               the
               glory
               see
               of
               those
               that
               haue
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               We
               are
               enflamed
               straight
               ,
               the
               like
               attempts
               to
               make
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               we
               see
               mischance
               againe
               to
               driue
               them
               downe
               ,
            
             
               We
               are
               not
               able
               yet
               example
               there
               to
               take
               .
            
             
               The
               stormes
               of
               enuie
               blacke
               the
               hautiest
               housen
               shake
               ,
            
             
               The
               basest
               sort
               contend
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               force
               t'
               aspire
               :
            
             
               The
               meaner
               persons
               eke
               ,
               the
               loftie
               roomes
               require
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Amongst
               the
               states
               of
               men
               best
               is
               the
               meaner
               sort
               ,
            
             
               And
               golden
               meane
               is
               best
               in
               euery
               trade
               of
               life
               :
            
             
               For
               though
               a
               mightie
               man
               doe
               keepe
               a
               stately
               port
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               with
               men
               as
               great
               doe
               daily
               liue
               in
               strife
               ,
            
             
               His
               pleasure
               is
               but
               paine
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               ioy
               but
               griefe
               .
            
             
               When
               we
               not
               with
               our
               own
               contented
               can
               abide
               ,
            
             
               With
               auarice
               we
               clime
               ,
               but
               fall
               againe
               with
               pride
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               though
               a
               noble
               borne
               could
               get
               an
               higher
               seate
            
             
               By
               conquest
               ,
               or
               by
               weale
               ,
               by
               fauour
               or
               by
               fight
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               from
               mightie
               Ioue
               his
               petegree
               repeate
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               ought
               he
               not
               aduance
               himselfe
               aboue
               his
               height
               ,
            
             
               He
               ought
               not
               make
               a
               claime
               to
               that
               he
               hath
               no
               right
               ,
            
             
               Or
               trust
               to
               Fortune
               so
               (
               although
               she
               seeme
               to
               smile
               )
            
             
               As
               though
               she
               did
               not
               turne
               her selfe
               within
               a
               while
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               with
               my
               Picts
               I
               came
               first
               to
               the
               Scotish
               shore
               ,
            
             
               I
               bare
               my selfe
               in
               hand
               that
               I
               could
               Britaine
               win
               ,
            
             
               Because
               that
               Scythes
               of
               whom
               I
               came
               had
               won
               before
            
             
               Right
               many
               noble
               Realmes
               ,
               which
               they
               had
               entred
               in
               :
            
             
               Yet
               I
               no
               sooner
               could
               my
               conquest
               here
               begin
               ,
            
             
               But
               straight
               King
               Marius
               came
               with
               all
               his
               warlike
               band
               ,
            
             
               And
               met
               with
               me
               and
               mine
               in
               fruitfull
               Westmerland
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               trusted
               sure
               that
               Fortune
               would
               me
               guide
               so
               well
            
             
               As
               she
               before
               had
               done
               ,
               in
               battailes
               whilome
               fought
               :
            
             
               But
               proofe
               doth
               teach
               me
               now
               the
               certaine
               truth
               to
               tell
               ,
            
             
               What
               I
               by
               Fortune
               false
               with
               death
               so
               dearely
               bought
               .
            
             
               Whom
               she
               sometimes
               sets
               vp
               ,
               she
               bringeth
               soone
               to
               nought
               .
            
             
               As
               I
               that
               thought
               this
               land
               from
               Britaines
               to
               regaine
               ,
            
             
               In
               field
               with
               all
               my
               Picts
               were
               vanquished
               and
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               T'
               is
               folly
               or
               the
               end
               ,
               for
               men
               to
               praise
               their
               chaunce
               ,
            
             
               Or
               brag
               what
               luck
               they
               haue
               ,
               or
               tell
               their
               happie
               fate
               ,
            
             
               Or
               boast
               how
               Lady
               Fortune
               doth
               their
               deedes
               aduance
               :
            
             
               For
               vnto
               change
               of
               chaunce
               subiected
               is
               their
               state
               :
            
             
               Whom
               first
               she
               loues
               ,
               she
               afterward
               doth
               hate
               ,
            
             
               She
               flings
               them
               headlong
               downe
               ,
               whom
               erst
               she
               made
               excell
               ,
            
             
               She
               makes
               them
               bare
               and
               poore
               ,
               whom
               she
               enriched
               well
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             SEVER
             VS
             THE
             EMPEROR
             of
             Rome
             and
             gouernour
             of
             Britaine
             was
             slaine
             at
             Yorke
             ,
             
               fighting
               against
               the
               Picts
               ,
               about
               the
               yeare
               after
               Christ
               ,
            
             206.
             
               after
               others
            
             ,
             213.
             
          
           
             
               THe
               stay
               of
               stately
               throne
               is
               nothing
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Where
               great
               estates
               on
               bribes
               or
               bloodshed
               build
               :
            
             
               As
               
                 Didius
                 Iulian
              
               put
               for
               proofe
               in
               vre
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               Emperiall
               seate
               he
               bought
               ,
               and
               soone
               was
               kild
               .
            
             
               So
               Niger
               after
               him
               assaide
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               Albinus
               then
               ,
               from
               Britaine
               armed
               came
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               three
               stood
               in
               my
               way
               to
               high
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               sore
               thirsted
               for
               ,
               but
               yet
               at
               last
            
             
               I
               made
               therto
               ,
               by
               bloudshed
               bold
               ,
               a
               gate
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnresisted
               to
               the
               throne
               I
               past
               .
            
             
               The
               souldiers
               Iulian
               slew
               ,
               for
               insufficient
               pay
               :
            
             
               My
               seruants
               eke
               at
               Antioch
               Niger
               slay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               was
               my
               seate
               ,
               me
               thought
               ,
               assur'd
               to
               bide
               ,
            
             
               There
               could
               no
               tempest
               teare
               my
               sailes
               adowne
               :
            
             
               No
               shower
               could
               cause
               my
               fixed
               foote
               to
               slide
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               vndercreeper
               take
               from
               me
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               Which
               had
               the
               guide
               of
               all
               Europaes
               might
               ,
            
             
               He
               needed
               not
               to
               feare
               the
               force
               of
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Encouraged
               with
               loue
               of
               lasting
               fame
               ,
            
             
               I
               entred
               with
               an
               armie
               into
               th'
               East
               ,
            
             
               Armenia
               can
               full
               well
               report
               the
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               my
               warlike
               glory
               first
               increast
               .
            
             
               Angarus
               I
               subdude
               by
               fight
               the
               noble
               King
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               his
               sonnes
               to
               Rome
               for
               hostage
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               Arabia
               foelix
               felt
               my
               force
               likewise
               ,
            
             
               Although
               those
               warres
               had
               not
               so
               good
               successe
               :
            
             
               Yet
               made
               I
               them
               with
               bowes
               (
               goood
               archers
               )
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               they
               had
               ben
               driuen
               to
               greate
               distresse
               .
            
             
               Their
               shafts
               from
               Arras
               shot
               ,
               made
               vs
               to
               smart
               ,
            
             
               They
               poysoned
               of
               my
               men
               by
               policie
               and
               art
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               Parthia
               thence
               ,
               against
               the
               law
               of
               armes
               ,
            
             
               We
               gate
               ,
               forgot
               the
               truce
               before
               was
               plight
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               occasion
               fit
               we
               found
               to
               worke
               our
               harmes
               ,
            
             
               King
               Artabane
               we
               did
               subdue
               in
               fight
               .
            
             
               With
               fire
               and
               sword
               we
               brent
               ,
               and
               spoil'd
               his
               land
               ,
            
             
               Tooke
               captiues
               ,
               slew
               his
               men
               that
               did
               withstand
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Rome
               I
               came
               ,
               and
               caused
               mappes
               be
               drawne
            
             
               Of
               iournies
               mine
               ,
               by
               land
               and
               seas
               the
               plats
               :
            
             
               Not
               erst
               before
               such
               expedition
               sawne
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               of
               those
               Countries
               seene
               so
               perfect
               maps
               .
            
             
               The
               world
               did
               wonder
               at
               my
               heapes
               of
               haps
               ,
            
             
               Rome
               honourd
               mee
               with
               triumphs
               when
               I
               came
               ,
            
             
               They
               vnto
               me
               of
               Parthique
               gaue
               to
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               can
               princes
               best
               assure
               themselues
               ?
            
             
               What
               state
               without
               the
               stormes
               of
               strife
               doth
               stand
               ?
            
             
               What
               barke
               beares
               saile
               in
               tempest
               on
               the
               shelues
               ?
            
             
               What
               blisse
               abides
               and
               lasts
               ,
               by
               sea
               or
               land
               ?
            
             
               Who
               takes
               to
               raigne
               the
               scepter
               in
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Is
               like
               to
               him
               ,
               in
               sterne
               to
               stirre
               that
               sits
               ,
            
             
               Commanding
               all
               the
               rest
               ,
               their
               race
               he
               fits
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               while
               that
               I
               abroad
               for
               glorie
               hunt
               ,
            
             
               My
               sonnes
               at
               home
               in
               pleasures
               spent
               the
               time
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               their
               father
               erst
               before
               was
               wont
               ,
            
             
               Endeuourd
               how
               aloft
               they
               both
               might
               clime
               .
            
             
               The
               elder
               fierce
               and
               cruell
               Antonine
               ,
            
             
               The
               yonger
               Geta
               far
               more
               milde
               then
               hee
               ,
            
             
               Could
               not
               at
               any
               time
               in
               peace
               agree
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               I
               endeuoured
               to
               appeaze
               the
               strife
               ,
            
             
               But
               nought
               at
               all
               I
               could
               therein
               preuaile
               :
            
             
               This
               made
               me
               woe
               and
               weary
               of
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               Which
               erst
               so
               many
               Kingdomes
               did
               assaile
               .
            
             
               I
               had
               the
               hap
               mine
               enmies
               force
               to
               quaile
               ,
            
             
               To
               rule
               the
               Romanes
               well
               ,
               and
               all
               the
               rest
               :
            
             
               But
               for
               to
               rule
               my
               sonnes
               ,
               I
               was
               vnblest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Perceiuing
               then
               some
               persons
               leaud
               there
               were
               ,
            
             
               Which
               counsell'd
               oft
               my
               sonnes
               embracing
               vice
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               still
               is
               seene
               in
               Court
               enueiglers
               are
               ,
            
             
               Procurers
               of
               despite
               ,
               and
               auarice
               ,
            
             
               That
               flattery
               hold
               for
               gaine
               a
               gift
               of
               price
               )
            
             
               I
               causde
               be
               put
               to
               death
               those
               Thrasoes
               vile
               ,
            
             
               And
               some
               were
               sent
               or
               banisht
               to
               exile
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               elder
               sonne
               did
               thinke
               my
               life
               too
               long
               ,
            
             
               The
               yonger
               lou'd
               the
               elders
               life
               as
               ill
               :
            
             
               They
               studied
               both
               to
               make
               their
               parties
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Which
               griefe
               my
               griped
               heart
               well
               neere
               did
               kill
               .
            
             
               Such
               are
               the
               mischiefes
               of
               the
               stately
               still
               .
            
             
               In
               Britaine
               eke
               the
               Picts
               rebelling
               rose
               ,
            
             
               Some
               Britaines
               there
               became
               our
               secret
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               to
               be
               absent
               from
               the
               force
               at
               home
               ,
            
             
               And
               partly
               greater
               glorie
               to
               attaine
               ,
            
             
               My
               wicked
               children
               sought
               my
               death
               in
               Rome
               ,
            
             
               But
               chiefely
               Antonine
               tooke
               herein
               paine
               ,
            
             
               I
               should
               by
               guard
               or
               Physicke
               drugs
               be
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               my
               death
               the
               Empire
               he
               might
               sway
               ,
            
             
               T'
               obtaine
               the
               same
               he
               often
               gaue
               th'
               assay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               no
               man
               would
               accomplish
               his
               intent
               ,
            
             
               For
               my
               Physitions
               bare
               me
               loyall
               hearts
               :
            
             
               My
               seruants
               eke
               full
               true
               no
               treason
               ment
               ,
            
             
               But
               plai'd
               in
               each
               respect
               their
               faithfull
               parts
               .
            
             
               They
               knew
               themselues
               so
               bound
               by
               due
               deserts
               ,
            
             
               They
               ought
               not
               ,
               seruants
               ,
               such
               a
               Lord
               betray
               ,
            
             
               That
               gaue
               so
               great
               rewards
               and
               gifts
               alway
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Britaine
               ouer
               seas
               from
               Rome
               went
               I
               ,
            
             
               To
               quaile
               the
               Picts
               that
               ruffled
               in
               that
               I
               le
               :
            
             
               And
               tame
               the
               stout
               that
               tribute
               did
               denie
               ,
            
             
               Which
               were
               withheld
               from
               Romans
               there
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               be
               absent
               from
               my
               sonnes
               so
               vile
               .
            
             
               But
               see
               what
               haps
               befall
               vs
               in
               the
               end
               ,
            
             
               Which
               so
               in
               throne
               to
               raigne
               alone
               contend
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               when
               I
               was
               to
               Britaine
               come
               that
               land
               ,
            
             
               Where
               people
               stout
               ,
               vntam'd
               vnuanquisht
               dwelt
               :
            
             
               Although
               once
               Caesar
               Fortunes
               fauour
               fand
               ,
            
             
               That
               erst
               before
               their
               valiant
               valour
               felt
               :
            
             
               I
               found
               the
               people
               nothing
               prest
               to
               pelt
               ,
            
             
               To
               yeeld
               ,
               or
               hostage
               giue
               ,
               or
               tributes
               pay
               ,
            
             
               Or
               couenants
               to
               accept
               ,
               or
               fearefully
               to
               fray
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               said
               that
               we
               did
               tributes
               sore
               exact
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               their
               Isle
               impouerisht
               greatly
               was
               :
            
             
               The
               Picts
               likewise
               them
               rob'd
               ,
               and
               spoil'd
               ,
               and
               sackt
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               the
               Romans
               seemed
               nought
               to
               pas
               .
            
             
               We
               ought
               (
               they
               said
               )
               to
               tame
               the
               Galloglasse
               ,
            
             
               The
               ranging
               Scythian
               Pict
               that
               them
               did
               spoile
               ,
            
             
               If
               we
               would
               reape
               our
               tribute
               of
               their
               toile
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               which
               at
               length
               ,
               I
               did
               conclude
               a
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               ioyn'd
               in
               league
               with
               them
               against
               the
               Pict
               :
            
             
               But
               yet
               the
               wilfull
               people
               did
               not
               cease
               ,
            
             
               My
               Britaines
               good
               by
               inroads
               to
               afflict
               :
            
             
               Whereon
               to
               wall
               them
               out
               I
               made
               edict
               .
            
             
               Long
               six
               score
               miles
               and
               twelue
               ,
               the
               banke
               I
               made
            
             
               From
               sea
               to
               sea
               ,
               that
               Picts
               should
               not
               inuade
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               helpe
               of
               this
               ,
               I
               chaste
               the
               Picts
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               draue
               them
               into
               Albany
               to
               dwell
               :
            
             
               Whereon
               Fulgentius
               stout
               without
               delay
            
             
               To
               Scythia
               sail'd
               ,
               and
               there
               his
               chance
               did
               tell
               :
            
             
               And
               with
               an
               host
               of
               Picts
               appointed
               well
               ,
            
             
               He
               did
               returne
               with
               speed
               to
               Britaine
               strand
               :
            
             
               (
               That
               time
               I
               lay
               by
               North
               to
               guide
               the
               land
               )
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               to
               Yorke
               with
               all
               his
               host
               he
               came
               ,
            
             
               Besieging
               it
               full
               sharpe
               assaults
               he
               gaue
               :
            
             
               Where
               I
               likewise
               for
               to
               defend
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               our
               foes
               the
               castell
               good
               to
               saue
            
             
               Came
               with
               my
               power
               ,
               as
               destnies
               on
               me
               draue
               :
            
             
               But
               in
               that
               field
               it
               was
               my
               chance
               to
               fall
               ,
            
             
               I
               tooke
               my
               deadly
               wound
               ,
               there
               ended
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Scythian
               eke
               receiu'd
               a
               deadly
               wound
               ,
            
             
               Which
               came
               to
               conquer
               vs
               ,
               and
               lost
               his
               feeld
               :
            
             
               Thus
               fortune
               fares
               her
               children
               to
               confound
               ,
            
             
               Which
               on
               her
               wheele
               their
               bastiles
               brauely
               beeld
               .
            
             
               Let
               noble
               Princes
               then
               to
               reason
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               The
               dainefull
               Ladie
               daintie
               and
               demure
               ,
            
             
               Dame
               Fortunes
               fauour
               fickle
               and
               vnsure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               say
               that
               I
               return'd
               to
               Rome
               againe
               ,
            
             
               Sore
               troubled
               with
               the
               gout
               ,
               desiring
               death
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               I
               would
               haue
               taken
               poison
               faine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               me
               deni'd
               ,
               to
               reaue
               my
               vitall
               breath
               .
            
             
               I
               tooke
               a
               surfet
               great
               ,
               which
               wrought
               my
               death
               .
            
             
               The
               Britaines
               say
               ,
               at
               Yorke
               my
               bones
               do
               lie
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romans
               say
               at
               Rome
               in
               Italie
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               this
               I
               wish
               ,
               all
               noble
               wights
               to
               view
            
             
               How
               I
               by
               slaughter
               gate
               the
               throne
               at
               first
               ,
            
             
               My
               souldiers
               noble
               men
               for
               Empire
               slew
               ,
            
             
               This
               way
               to
               rise
               ,
               of
               all
               I
               proued
               worst
               :
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               his
               hand
               of
               gods
               and
               men
               is
               curst
               ,
            
             
               To
               rise
               aloft
               that
               layes
               the
               ground
               with
               blood
               :
            
             
               The
               states
               of
               such
               vnstable
               still
               haue
               stood
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             FVLGENTIVS
             A
             SCYTHIAN
             ,
             OR
             PICT
             ,
             WAS
             slaine
             at
             the
             seige
             of
             Yorke
             ,
             about
             the
             yeare
             
               of
               Christ
            
             ,
             206.
             or
             213.
             
          
           
             
               I
               Am
               that
               valiant
               Scythian
               Prince
               the
               Pict
               ,
            
             
               That
               vanquisht
               oft
               the
               Britaines
               in
               this
               I
               le
               :
            
             
               Against
               the
               noble
               Romans
               power
               I
               kickt
               ,
            
             
               And
               kept
               them
               play
               in
               Britaine
               both
               long
               while
               ,
            
             
               I
               forst
               them
               make
               a
               wall
               an
               hundred
               mile
               ,
            
             
               From
               sea
               to
               sea
               ,
               with
               towers
               to
               keepe
               me
               out
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               vs
               Picts
               did
               daily
               stand
               in
               doubt
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Our
               ancient
               race
               (
               as
               I
               can
               shew
               with
               skill
               )
            
             
               Had
               right
               by
               due
               descent
               to
               claime
               this
               land
               :
            
             
               Of
               which
               repeate
               some
               proofe
               therefore
               I
               will
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               thou
               maist
               our
               title
               vnderstand
               .
            
             
               When
               all
               mankind
               felt
               Ioues
               almightie
               hand
               ,
            
             
               That
               drencht
               all
               nations
               quite
               ,
               for
               their
               foule
               sin
               ,
            
             
               Then
               straight
               in
               Scythia
               did
               the
               world
               begin
               .
            
          
           
             
               Th'
               Egyptians
               hold
               forsooth
               that
               they
               restord
            
             
               The
               world
               againe
               ;
               but
               ,
               how
               vnlikely
               ,
               see
               :
            
             
               For
               Scythiaes
               site
               is
               high
               as
               all
               accord
               ,
            
             
               From
               vs
               the
               fountaines
               great'st
               deriued
               bee
               .
            
             
               The
               ancient
               writers
               all
               likewise
               agree
               ,
            
             
               That
               on
               Armenia
               mount
               the
               Arke
               did
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Till
               Ioue
               againe
               the
               earth
               with
               drowth
               addrest
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               they
               alledge
               againe
               their
               Zone
               is
               milde
               ,
            
             
               And
               fertill
               ,
               temperate
               ,
               meete
               to
               foster
               men
               :
            
             
               Our
               Scythian
               hilles
               (
               they
               say
               )
               are
               frostie
               ,
               wilde
               ,
            
             
               Which
               cannot
               breed
               but
               ruder
               people
               then
               .
            
             
               To
               which
               I
               may
               well
               answere
               make
               agen
               ,
            
             
               As
               God
               did
               make
               the
               Zones
               hot
               ,
               milde
               ,
               and
               cold
               ,
            
             
               So
               did
               he
               make
               like
               men
               the
               same
               to
               hold
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               say
               we
               are
               nigh
               neighbours
               to
               the
               Pole
               ,
            
             
               Or
               frozen
               point
               :
               more
               neere
               the
               fire
               are
               they
               :
            
             
               What
               poysons
               breed
               with
               them
               ,
               and
               Lybians
               sole
            
             
               In
               parching
               sands
               the
               writers
               wise
               display
               .
            
             
               Can
               nature
               fraine
               mankind
               more
               deepe
               decay
               ?
            
             
               Where
               parching
               heat
               ,
               where
               serpents
               vglie
               breed
               ,
            
             
               Is
               no
               fit
               clime
               ,
               whence
               man
               should
               first
               proceed
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               I
               le
               tell
               why
               Scythians
               should
               possesse
            
             
               This
               noble
               Isle
               :
               first
               ,
               Lord
               Neptunus
               gaue
            
             
               The
               Islands
               to
               his
               sonnes
               ,
               both
               more
               and
               lesse
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               Albion
               first
               of
               all
               this
               Isle
               should
               haue
               :
            
             
               He
               not
               with
               this
               content
               ,
               the
               Firme
               did
               craue
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               in
               France
               him
               Hercules
               dispatcht
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               he
               would
               a
               Kingdome
               there
               haue
               catcht
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               as
               from
               Noah
               (
               of
               Scythia
               )
               by
               descent
               ,
            
             
               Downe
               vnto
               Albions
               time
               they
               held
               the
               land
               :
            
             
               From
               Scythe
               to
               Scythian
               as
               of
               right
               it
               went
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               him
               no
               Scythian
               Prince
               it
               fand
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               vsurpers
               tooke
               the
               raigne
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Was
               it
               not
               reason
               we
               should
               vndertake
               ,
            
             
               This
               noble
               Realme
               our
               owne
               againe
               to
               make
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               Romans
               this
               deny
               ,
               but
               euen
               themselues
               likewise
            
             
               (
               If
               they
               from
               vertue
               stray
               ,
               as
               they
               do
               vse
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               Iehouaes
               lawes
               and
               hests
               despise
               ,
            
             
               And
               right
               ,
               and
               truth
               ,
               and
               iustice
               so
               refuse
               )
            
             
               Shall
               find
               how
               much
               their
               Scepter
               they
               misuse
               .
            
             
               The
               Scythian
               shall
               their
               loftie
               seate
               assaile
               ,
            
             
               The
               Prince
               of
               Picts
               against
               them
               shall
               preuaile
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               of
               Proud
               Romes
               Seuerus
               now
               I
               tell
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               the
               wall
               had
               made
               to
               keepe
               me
               out
               ,
            
             
               To
               Scythia
               hence
               I
               sail'd
               ,
               and
               stor'd
               me
               well
            
             
               With
               men
               ,
               munition
               good
               ,
               a
               warlike
               rout
               ,
            
             
               Of
               youthfull
               Picts
               full
               strong
               in
               armout
               stout
            
             
               A
               Nauie
               good
               I
               brought
               ,
               and
               taking
               land
               ,
            
             
               Of
               stately
               Yorke
               I
               tooke
               the
               siege
               in
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Emperour
               great
               
                 Seuerus
                 Parthique
              
               proud
               ,
            
             
               With
               Romans
               ,
               Galles
               ,
               and
               Britaine
               souldiers
               came
               :
            
             
               To
               make
               me
               raise
               the
               siege
               of
               Yorke
               he
               vow'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               likewise
               to
               win
               and
               race
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               To
               win
               the
               prize
               we
               both
               our
               armies
               frame
               :
            
             
               But
               he
               was
               slie
               ,
               his
               souldiers
               skilfull
               train'd
               ,
            
             
               My
               men
               to
               flie
               by
               ambush
               ,
               he
               constrain'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Againe
               to
               fight
               we
               fell
               afresh
               ,
               the
               battell
               grew
               ,
            
             
               About
               I
               brought
               my
               wings
               ,
               and
               now
               they
               sound
            
             
               Tantara
               teares
               alarme
               ,
               the
               fluits
               fight
               ,
               fight
               anew
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               a
               while
               the
               Romans
               fell
               to
               ground
               .
            
             
               The
               cries
               and
               shouts
               of
               men
               to
               skies
               resound
               ,
            
             
               They
               fall
               ,
               fall
               ,
               flie
               ,
               the
               fluits
               ;
               downe
               downe
               the
               droms
               do
               crie
               :
            
             
               Whereon
               the
               Romans
               sound
               retraite
               ,
               and
               saine
               to
               flie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               souldiers
               all
               too
               rash
               had
               broke
               array
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romane
               rereward
               cast
               about
               with
               speed
               ,
            
             
               And
               both
               their
               wings
               enclosed
               vs
               each
               way
               ,
            
             
               Their
               maine
               likewise
               to
               keepe
               array
               gaue
               heed
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               I
               saw
               ,
               it
               made
               my
               heart
               to
               bleed
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               Seuerus
               selfe
               I
               made
               my
               way
               ,
            
             
               Where
               with
               my
               Picts
               the
               Parthique
               I
               did
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               the
               Emperour
               fell
               ,
               a
               shout
               arose
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romans
               blancke
               ,
               amazed
               ,
               wofull
               were
               :
            
             
               Fulgentius
               fast
               recoil'd
               ,
               death
               wounded
               goes
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               crew
               a
               troupe
               to
               aide
               me
               there
               .
            
             
               I
               bought
               my
               British
               conquest
               all
               too
               deere
               .
            
             
               No
               conquest
               yet
               :
               for
               as
               I
               conquest
               sought
               ,
            
             
               With
               my
               life
               blood
               the
               conquest
               deare
               was
               bought
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               noble
               men
               ,
               yee
               see
               what
               trust
               there
               is
            
             
               In
               Fortunes
               gifts
               ,
               how
               mischiefe
               makes
               the
               marts
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               our
               hoped
               haps
               in
               warres
               do
               misse
               ,
            
             
               When
               backe
               the
               braue
               and
               blinded
               Ladie
               starts
               .
            
             
               High
               reaching
               heads
               swim
               oft
               in
               seas
               of
               smarts
               .
            
             
               The
               man
               content
               ,
               is
               blest
               ,
               and
               best
               at
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               meane
               state
               both
               God
               and
               man
               do
               please
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             GETA
             THE
             YONGER
             SONNE
             OF
             THE
             EMPErour
             Seuerus
             once
             Gouernour
             of
             Britaine
             ,
             was
             slaine
             in
             his
             mothers
             armes
             by
             his
             brother
             ANTONINE
             ,
             
               Emperour
               of
               Rome
               ,
               about
               the
               yeare
               of
               Christ
               ,
            
             214.
             
          
           
             
               IF
               euer
               Prince
               had
               cause
               his
               state
               to
               rue
               ,
            
             
               Or
               by
               his
               end
               might
               moue
               men
               mone
               his
               chance
               ,
            
             
               My
               wofull
               tale
               may
               shew
               the
               like
               to
               you
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               fortune
               erst
               ,
               and
               birth
               did
               high
               aduance
               .
            
             
               In
               Rome
               ,
               in
               Britaine
               ,
               Germanie
               ,
               and
               France
            
             
               I
               fauour
               had
               ,
               and
               liu'd
               belou'd
               alway
               ,
            
             
               I
               Emprour
               was
               ,
               what
               need
               I
               more
               to
               say
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               Britaine
               while
               my
               father
               waged
               fight
            
             
               By
               North
               against
               the
               Picts
               ,
               I
               rul'd
               the
               South
               :
            
             
               Seuerus
               so
               appointed
               it
               my
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               Britaine
               Iustice
               had
               from
               Getaes
               mouth
               .
            
             
               I
               gaue
               not
               then
               my selfe
               to
               idle
               slouth
               ,
            
             
               But
               gaue
               an
               end
               to
               causes
               great
               of
               strife
               ,
            
             
               With
               doome
               so
               iust
               ,
               that
               men
               reioyst
               my
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Senate
               honor'd
               me
               for
               vertues
               sake
               ,
            
             
               Abroad
               the
               Britaines
               blest
               me
               for
               their
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               The
               souldiers
               stout
               of
               me
               account
               did
               make
               .
            
             
               Let
               stories
               tell
               if
               I
               do
               faine
               in
               this
               :
            
             
               Lest
               some
               suspect
               ,
               that
               I
               report
               amisse
               .
            
             
               For
               what
               is
               he
               ,
               which
               is
               not
               counted
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               When
               for
               himselfe
               he
               speakes
               ,
               though
               nere
               so
               plaine
               ?
            
          
           
             
               In
               peace
               I
               prudent
               was
               ,
               and
               graue
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               In
               warres
               as
               stout
               ,
               but
               not
               so
               fierce
               withall
               :
            
             
               Not
               forst
               with
               feare
               to
               turne
               from
               foes
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               bought
               with
               bribes
               to
               let
               Dame
               Iustice
               fall
               ,
            
             
               I
               not
               opprest
               the
               weaker
               sort
               with
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               But
               sought
               to
               pleasure
               all
               ,
               both
               neare
               and
               farre
               :
            
             
               More
               prone
               to
               peace
               I
               was
               ,
               then
               bent
               to
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               heart
               so
               hard
               but
               will
               for
               pitie
               bleed
               ,
            
             
               To
               heare
               a
               Prince
               which
               meant
               to
               each
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               Should
               haue
               such
               cause
               to
               liue
               in
               feare
               and
               dreed
            
             
               Of
               sword
               ,
               of
               bane
               ,
               of
               force
               ,
               or
               poison
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Not
               daring
               Emprour
               nere
               his
               brother
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               Romans
               lou'd
               ,
               and
               strangers
               honor'd
               still
               ,
            
             
               But
               brothers
               treason
               caused
               all
               our
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hight
               Antonine
               ,
               I
               hate
               his
               name
               and
               facts
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               he
               my
               butcher
               was
               ,
               as
               may
               appeare
               :
            
             
               The
               world
               detests
               his
               vile
               and
               viprous
               acts
               ,
            
             
               And
               subtill
               shifts
               to
               kill
               his
               father
               deare
               :
            
             
               So
               void
               of
               grace
               ,
               so
               void
               of
               honest
               feare
               ,
            
             
               He
               durst
               attempt
               the
               guard
               to
               bribe
               and
               fee
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               by
               them
               his
               fire
               might
               poisoned
               bee
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               when
               our
               Sire
               Seuerus
               wist
               and
               saw
            
             
               How
               Antonine
               that
               bloodie
               beast
               was
               bent
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               order
               quite
               of
               natures
               law
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               how
               to
               take
               the
               Empire
               whole
               he
               ment
               ;
            
             
               For
               both
               of
               vs
               at
               Yorke
               he
               often
               sent
               ,
            
             
               Perswading
               vs
               true
               concord
               for
               to
               hold
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               the
               fruits
               of
               discord
               oft
               he
               told
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               Antonine
               regarded
               nought
               his
               hest
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               yet
               the
               charge
               of
               warres
               he
               had
               in
               hand
               :
            
             
               T'
               enlarge
               his
               power
               for
               th'
               Empire
               he
               addrest
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               Seuerus
               old
               did
               vnderstand
               ,
            
             
               All
               pleasures
               quite
               and
               ioyes
               he
               did
               aband
               ,
            
             
               Pursuing
               warre
               :
               neere
               Yorke
               he
               tooke
               his
               end
            
             
               By
               sword
               of
               Picts
               ,
               or
               by
               some
               traytour
               friend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               Antonine
               made
               spoile
               of
               all
               his
               men
               ,
            
             
               Physitions
               nil'd
               before
               at
               his
               request
            
             
               Dispatch
               their
               Lord
               ,
               to
               death
               he
               put
               them
               then
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               he
               seru'd
               of
               faithfull
               guard
               the
               rest
               .
            
             
               What
               villanie
               was
               in
               this
               vipers
               brest
               ?
            
             
               Was
               not
               content
               with
               death
               of
               those
               he
               sought
               ,
            
             
               But
               after
               brings
               their
               friends
               likewise
               to
               nought
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               was
               foretold
               my
               life
               he
               thirsted
               sore
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               the
               Empire
               sole
               he
               sought
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               to
               Rome
               did
               passe
               I
               feared
               more
               ,
            
             
               I
               from
               his
               courts
               and
               diets
               did
               me
               saue
               :
            
             
               I
               knew
               my
               life
               and
               th'
               Empire
               he
               did
               craue
               ,
            
             
               Wherefore
               in
               Rome
               my
               court
               I
               kept
               likewise
            
             
               Apart
               from
               his
               ,
               that
               did
               my
               death
               deuise
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               seruants
               were
               allur'd
               by
               sundrie
               gifts
            
             
               By
               poyson
               to
               procure
               my
               lifes
               decay
               :
            
             
               He
               tri'd
               to
               cut
               me
               off
               a
               thousand
               shifts
               ,
            
             
               What
               maruell
               ,
               since
               he
               sought
               his
               sire
               to
               slay
               ?
            
             
               He
               made
               his
               Fathers
               friends
               for
               spite
               away
               ,
            
             
               Because
               they
               would
               not
               to
               his
               will
               be
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               them
               vnto
               death
               he
               daily
               sought
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               His
               sleights
               for
               me
               could
               take
               no
               sure
               successe
               ,
            
             
               For
               still
               his
               traines
               and
               treasons
               were
               descri'd
               :
            
             
               In
               danger
               I
               was
               forst
               to
               seeke
               redresse
            
             
               By
               like
               attempts
               ,
               but
               that
               likewise
               was
               spide
               .
            
             
               *
               Pretended
               murder
               no
               man
               close
               can
               hide
               ,
            
             
               But
               out
               it
               flies
               ,
               the
               rumor
               runnes
               a
               pace
               ,
            
             
               The
               spot
               thereof
               all
               vertues
               else
               deface
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               this
               was
               knowne
               that
               I
               likewise
               assai'd
            
             
               His
               life
               to
               reaue
               (
               though
               t'
               were
               my
               life
               to
               saue
               )
            
             
               Not
               long
               to
               wrecke
               the
               same
               the
               butcher
               stai'd
               ,
            
             
               He
               had
               the
               thing
               so
               long
               he
               sought
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               Cause
               of
               reuenge
               the
               rumor
               small
               him
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               the
               euen
               he
               came
               to
               spill
               my
               blood
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               vnarmed
               with
               my
               mother
               stood
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               she
               perceiuing
               him
               with
               sword
               approch
               ,
            
             
               In
               armes
               me
               caught
               to
               saue
               my
               life
               and
               blood
               ,
            
             
               But
               he
               deseruing
               all
               the
               worlds
               reproch
               ,
            
             
               No
               whit
               in
               doubt
               to
               end
               my
               slaughter
               stood
               .
            
             
               She
               him
               besought
               (
               as
               seem'd
               an
               Empresse
               good
               )
            
             
               While
               he
               without
               remorse
               of
               her
               request
               ,
            
             
               Betweene
               her
               armes
               did
               run
               me
               through
               the
               brest
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               were
               the
               acts
               of
               that
               vile
               monster
               then
            
             
               For
               Empire
               sake
               ,
               to
               raigne
               alone
               aloft
               :
            
             
               Despisde
               that
               was
               ,
               abhor'd
               of
               Gods
               and
               men
               ,
            
             
               And
               curst
               to
               hell
               by
               all
               good
               men
               so
               oft
               ,
            
             
               You
               see
               the
               fall
               of
               Geta
               ,
               milde
               ,
               and
               soft
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               line
               of
               life
               no
               longer
               fates
               could
               stretch
               ,
            
             
               Cut
               off
               by
               sword
               of
               Antonine
               that
               wretch
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               maist
               thou
               deeme
               of
               my
               deserts
               and
               his
               ,
            
             
               He
               to
               his
               sire
               of
               sonnes
               was
               most
               vnkind
               :
            
             
               His
               mothers
               ioyes
               he
               reau'd
               away
               her
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               That
               Dame
               which
               bare
               to
               both
               so
               milde
               a
               mind
               :
            
             
               And
               let
               my
               dealings
               aye
               due
               fauour
               find
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               murder
               may
               giue
               plaine
               prospect
               and
               show
            
             
               What
               monster
               wrought
               his
               faithfull
               friends
               such
               woe
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             AVRELIVS
             AN
             TONIVS
             BASSIANVS
             CARACALLA
             Emperour
             of
             Rome
             ,
             was
             slaine
             by
             one
             of
             his
             
               owne
               seruants
               ,
               about
               the
               yeere
               of
               Christ
               ,
            
             209.
             
          
           
             
               WHo
               thirsts
               to
               throng
               vnto
               the
               highest
               throne
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               wisely
               windes
               Dame
               Fortunes
               subtile
               snare
               :
            
             
               Or
               who
               in
               Court
               would
               rule
               the
               rost
               alone
               ,
            
             
               And
               sees
               not
               what
               he
               heapes
               himselfe
               of
               care
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               well
               weigh
               my
               case
               ,
               and
               then
               beware
               :
            
             
               Whom
               forth
               the
               stately
               seate
               did
               first
               allure
               ,
            
             
               Which
               after
               did
               my
               hastie
               death
               procure
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               ,
               Higgins
               ,
               here
               in
               purpose
               sith
               thou
               hast
            
             
               The
               haplesse
               hauen
               where
               Fortunes
               impes
               arriue
               ,
            
             
               A
               mirour
               make
               likewise
               of
               me
               thou
               maist
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               my
               life
               and
               dealings
               wilt
               discriue
               .
            
             
               It
               may
               perhaps
               much
               profit
               some
               aliue
               :
            
             
               Which
               when
               themselues
               plaine
               painted
               forth
               they
               see
               ,
            
             
               They
               may
               presage
               their
               fatall
               falles
               in
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               that
               
                 Antonine
                 ,
                 Seuerus
              
               sonne
               ,
            
             
               That
               once
               of
               mightie
               Rome
               did
               beare
               the
               sway
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               my
               fathers
               life
               a
               strife
               begone
            
             
               With
               Geta
               ,
               thirsting
               often
               him
               to
               slay
               .
            
             
               I
               sought
               to
               haue
               my
               father
               made
               away
               ,
            
             
               To
               raigne
               alone
               so
               great
               desire
               I
               had
               ,
            
             
               Nought
               but
               their
               deathes
               my
               wicked
               hart
               could
               glad
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               father
               oft
               exhorted
               both
               to
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Declar'd
               by
               stories
               olde
               what
               came
               by
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Dehorted
               both
               from
               ciuill
               discord
               cease
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               sought
               meanes
               to
               rid
               him
               of
               his
               life
               .
            
             
               I
               banisht
               to
               Sycilia
               Isle
               my
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Encreast
               mine
               host
               ,
               reckt
               not
               my
               British
               charge
               ,
            
             
               But
               how
               I
               might
               enioy
               the
               Empire
               large
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               first
               when
               as
               my
               father
               once
               was
               dead
               ,
            
             
               I
               gaue
               my selfe
               to
               all
               reuenge
               of
               foes
               ,
            
             
               The
               seruants
               late
               which
               stood
               mee
               not
               in
               stead
               ,
            
             
               And
               some
               who
               did
               my
               trecherie
               disclose
               ,
            
             
               Or
               such
               to
               saue
               their
               Prince
               themselues
               dispose
               ,
            
             
               Or
               reconcile
               vs
               brethren
               tooke
               sore
               paine
               ,
            
             
               I
               causde
               them
               all
               without
               respect
               be
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               captaines
               all
               my
               friends
               I
               sought
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               In
               Britaine
               then
               desiring
               them
               to
               chuse
            
             
               Me
               Emprour
               sole
               ,
               and
               Geta
               to
               forsake
               :
            
             
               Which
               they
               to
               doe
               for
               duties
               sake
               refuse
               .
            
             
               Our
               mother
               eke
               all
               meanes
               with
               vs
               did
               vse
               ,
            
             
               Perswading
               vs
               to
               loue
               and
               concord
               bend
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               in
               shew
               I
               granted
               in
               the
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               both
               in
               Empire
               like
               from
               Britaine
               passe
               ,
            
             
               A
               truce
               concluded
               there
               ,
               and
               hostage
               take
               :
            
             
               His
               reliques
               shrinde
               (
               as
               then
               the
               custome
               was
               )
            
             
               To
               Rome
               therewith
               our
               voyage
               fast
               we
               make
               .
            
             
               And
               yet
               the
               malice
               could
               not
               so
               aslake
               :
            
             
               For
               in
               our
               iournies
               we
               durst
               neither
               trust
               ,
            
             
               But
               seuerall
               Courts
               and
               Diets
               keepe
               we
               must
               .
            
          
           
             
               Both
               fearing
               poyson
               ,
               force
               or
               treason
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               Both
               crauing
               all
               the
               Empire
               to
               enioy
               ,
            
             
               Both
               working
               all
               the
               waies
               that
               might
               be
               sought
               ,
            
             
               To
               worke
               to
               each
               some
               secret
               great
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               Both
               seeking
               how
               his
               partner
               to
               destroy
               .
            
             
               The
               brother
               which
               to
               brother
               should
               be
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Endeuours
               how
               to
               make
               him
               quite
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               those
               that
               bare
               of
               dignities
               degree
               ,
            
             
               The
               officers
               ,
               were
               diuersly
               distract
               :
            
             
               Some
               fauour'd
               Geta
               ,
               some
               did
               fauour
               mee
               ,
            
             
               In
               him
               no
               point
               of
               courtesie
               there
               lackt
               :
            
             
               He
               was
               of
               maners
               milde
               ,
               of
               doome
               exact
               ,
            
             
               To
               studies
               good
               addict
               ,
               of
               comely
               grace
               ,
            
             
               In
               warres
               and
               peace
               discharging
               well
               the
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               I
               was
               rough
               ,
               and
               violent
               ,
               and
               fierce
               ,
            
             
               Of
               fierie
               Mars
               affected
               all
               to
               blood
               :
            
             
               What
               need
               I
               more
               my
               qualities
               rehearse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               were
               so
               far
               vnlike
               my
               brothers
               good
               ?
            
             
               On
               threatnings
               ,
               force
               ,
               and
               feare
               ,
               my
               Empire
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               indeed
               of
               fauning
               friends
               I
               had
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               or
               gaine
               were
               of
               my
               fauour
               glad
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               mother
               long
               perswading
               vs
               to
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               both
               perceiuing
               our
               attempts
               but
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               Did
               both
               agree
               our
               discords
               to
               surcease
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               to
               part
               the
               Empire
               into
               twaine
               :
            
             
               My selfe
               should
               hold
               of
               Europe
               all
               the
               maine
            
             
               With
               th'
               Isles
               thereof
               ,
               and
               Geta
               all
               the
               East
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Asia
               all
               the
               Islands
               most
               and
               least
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               thus
               we
               parle
               amongst
               the
               Counsell
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               decree
               ,
               full
               purposed
               thereto
               ,
            
             
               The
               Senate
               ,
               which
               foresaw
               mishaps
               might
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Still
               sadly
               sate
               ,
               durst
               nothing
               say
               nor
               do
               :
            
             
               But
               Iulia
               then
               the
               mother
               of
               vs
               two
               ,
            
             
               When
               she
               perceiu'd
               the
               Senate
               pause
               for
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Arose
               to
               speake
               ,
               and
               said
               as
               you
               shall
               heare
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               The
               sea
               and
               land
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               my
               sonnes
               you
               get
               ,
            
             
               "
               You
               find
               a
               way
               how
               you
               may
               them
               diuide
               :
            
             
               "
               The
               Pontique
               floud
               betweene
               you
               both
               is
               set
            
             
               "
               For
               bounds
               of
               both
               it
               buts
               on
               either
               side
               :
            
             
               "
               But
               how
               will
               you
               your
               mother
               now
               diuide
               ?
            
             
               "
               How
               shall
               my
               haplesse
               corps
               be
               parted
               ,
               put
            
             
               "
               Betweene
               you
               both
               ,
               shall
               I
               likewise
               be
               cut
               ?
            
          
           
             
               "
               If
               needs
               in
               twaine
               you
               part
               this
               Empire
               must
               ,
            
             
               "
               I
               see
               what
               discord
               after
               may
               betide
               :
            
             
               "
               How
               Empire
               makes
               men
               guiltlesse
               blood
               to
               thrust
               ,
            
             
               "
               What
               noble
               Peeres
               for
               this
               betrai'd
               ,
               haue
               dide
               .
            
             
               "
               T'
               were
               better
               both
               the
               Romans
               well
               to
               guide
               ,
            
             
               "
               Then
               separate
               farre
               ,
               without
               so
               firme
               a
               stay
               ,
            
             
               "
               Your
               seuered
               force
               some
               treason
               should
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               "
               One
               man
               himselfe
               may
               much
               by
               wit
               foresee
               ,
            
             
               "
               But
               twaine
               may
               more
               perceiue
               then
               one
               alone
               :
            
             
               "
               One
               friendly
               man
               by
               fauour
               much
               may
               be
               ,
            
             
               "
               But
               two
               in
               friendship
               knit
               ,
               need
               feare
               no
               sone
               .
            
             
               "
               Two
               brethren
               then
               to
               rule
               the
               world
               alone
            
             
               "
               As
               brethren
               should
               ,
               and
               liue
               in
               faithfull
               sort
               ,
            
             
               "
               The
               world
               their
               loue
               and
               honors
               will
               report
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               But
               if
               diuide
               the
               Empire
               all
               you
               will
               ,
            
             
               "
               First
               ere
               you
               go
               for
               to
               enioy
               your
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               "
               My
               wofull
               corps
               I
               pray
               you
               heere
               to
               kill
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               it
               diuide
               betweene
               you
               both
               in
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               "
               That
               I
               may
               eke
               with
               both
               of
               you
               remaine
               .
            
             
               "
               Do
               burie
               each
               apart
               so
               distant
               farre
               ,
            
             
               "
               Diuided
               as
               your
               seats
               ,
               selues
               ,
               Kingdomes
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               she
               spoken
               had
               ,
               with
               teares
               she
               came
               ,
            
             
               And
               sobs
               ,
               beseeching
               both
               ,
               embracing
               vs
               ,
            
             
               And
               wil'd
               we
               should
               our selues
               to
               friendship
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Not
               bearing
               hate
               in
               heart
               ,
               and
               enuie
               thus
               :
            
             
               On
               which
               the
               Senate
               nothing
               durst
               discusse
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               arose
               ,
               departing
               did
               lament
               ,
            
             
               Which
               view'd
               our
               thirsting
               sore
               ,
               to
               bloodshed
               bent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               hatred
               still
               encreased
               more
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               that
               Captaines
               new
               elected
               were
               ,
            
             
               Or
               officers
               in
               place
               we
               did
               restore
               ,
            
             
               In
               these
               ,
               our
               minds
               to
               all
               men
               plaine
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               We
               diuersly
               affected
               fauour
               beare
               :
            
             
               Of
               right
               in
               sentence
               eke
               ,
               of
               diuers
               minds
               ,
            
             
               As
               hate
               full
               oft
               the
               eyes
               of
               Iustice
               blinds
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               owne
               we
               sought
               ,
               and
               not
               the
               publike
               weale
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               both
               the
               publike
               wealth
               alone
               to
               haue
               :
            
             
               We
               nothing
               reckt
               to
               hap
               the
               publike
               heale
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               enioy
               the
               publike
               wealth
               we
               straue
               .
            
             
               To
               Cookes
               and
               Butlers
               gifts
               of
               price
               we
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               To
               poison
               each
               :
               when
               yet
               not
               these
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               I
               hired
               some
               by
               force
               to
               do
               the
               deed
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               this
               likewise
               had
               not
               successe
               aright
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               ,
               to
               slay
               my
               brother
               ,
               I
               addrest
               :
            
             
               I
               rusht
               into
               his
               chamber
               euen
               or
               night
               ,
            
             
               While
               of
               my
               force
               I
               thinke
               he
               feared
               lest
               :
            
             
               There
               with
               my
               sword
               I
               stroke
               him
               through
               the
               brest
               .
            
             
               Eke
               while
               our
               mothers
               lap
               his
               wounds
               embrew
               ,
            
             
               Her
               Geta
               deare
               betweene
               her
               armes
               I
               slew
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               done
               ,
               I
               flew
               the
               place
               ,
               and
               call'd
               the
               guard
               ,
            
             
               Cri'd
               treason
               ,
               told
               I
               scarce
               escapt
               vnslaine
               ,
            
             
               Commanding
               souldiers
               well
               to
               watch
               and
               ward
               ,
            
             
               And
               me
               conuey
               vnto
               the
               campe
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               Where
               I
               might
               safe
               from
               violence
               remaine
               :
            
             
               I
               said
               I
               should
               by
               foes
               be
               forc'd
               to
               die
               ,
            
             
               If
               in
               the
               Court
               I
               longer
               time
               did
               lie
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               they
               supposing
               all
               was
               truth
               I
               told
               ,
            
             
               (
               Not
               weeting
               what
               was
               done
               to
               Geta
               than
               )
            
             
               Made
               speed
               to
               runne
               with
               me
               vnto
               the
               hold
               :
            
             
               The
               people
               hearing
               this
               ,
               to
               flocke
               began
               ,
            
             
               Enquiring
               why
               the
               Prince
               and
               souldiers
               ran
               :
            
             
               In
               tent
               I
               kneel'd
               encampt
               ,
               the
               gods
               to
               praise
            
             
               With
               promist
               vowes
               ,
               which
               had
               prolong'd
               my
               daies
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               souldiers
               all
               resorted
               to
               my
               tent
               ,
            
             
               Where
               I
               the
               Gods
               with
               honor
               serued
               tho
               :
            
             
               On
               which
               I
               forth
               amongst
               them
               boldly
               went
               ,
            
             
               Told
               them
               great
               dangers
               I
               had
               scaped
               fro
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               mine
               enmies
               fall
               and
               ouerthro
               .
            
             
               By
               Fortunes
               gift
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               our
               foe
               is
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               th'
               Empire
               wholly
               doth
               to
               me
               remaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               promist
               if
               the
               souldiers
               me
               would
               saue
               ,
            
             
               My
               Empire
               stablish
               sure
               ,
               and
               safetie
               see
               ,
            
             
               Each
               twentie
               hundred
               Attique
               grotes
               should
               haue
               ,
            
             
               More
               corne
               then
               earst
               by
               halfe
               allow'd
               should
               bee
               ,
            
             
               The
               temples
               wealth
               and
               treasures
               should
               be
               free
            
             
               For
               them
               to
               vse
               at
               large
               ,
               in
               that
               one
               day
            
             
               Seuerus
               treasure
               I
               did
               make
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               souldiers
               all
               perceiuing
               well
               my
               mind
               ,
            
             
               (
               And
               slaughter
               blaz'd
               by
               those
               in
               house
               that
               fled
               )
            
             
               I
               was
               by
               them
               the
               Emperour
               sole
               assign'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               an
               enmie
               nam'd
               that
               now
               was
               dead
               .
            
             
               All
               night
               in
               temple
               forth
               with
               vowes
               I
               led
               ,
            
             
               Next
               day
               to
               Senate
               house
               with
               th'
               host
               I
               gate
               ,
            
             
               And
               seruice
               done
               ,
               thus
               wise
               in
               throne
               I
               spake
               :
            
          
           
             
               I
               
                 Know
                 right
                 well
                 (
                 quoth
                 I
                 )
                 domestique
                 slaughters
                 hatefull
                 seeme
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 euen
                 the
                 name
                 thereof
                 makes
                 men
                 full
                 ill
                 of
                 parties
                 doeme
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 why
                 ,
                 th'
                 vnhappie
                 slaine
                 moues
                 milder
                 men
                 to
                 mercy
                 still
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 noble
                 Peeres
                 are
                 enui'd
                 when
                 compell'd
                 their
                 foes
                 they
                 kill
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 vanquisht
                 iniur'd
                 seeme
                 ,
                 and
                 victours
                 deem'd
                 vniustly
                 ill
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 whosoeuer
                 shall
                 this
                 case
                 it selfe
                 with
                 truth
                 perpend
              
            
             
               
                 Not
                 partially
                 that
                 deemes
                 ,
                 ensearching
                 what
                 he
                 did
                 pretend
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 shall
                 perceiue
                 and
                 find
                 it
                 better
                 farre
                 and
                 needfull
                 more
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 wrecke
                 the
                 wrong
                 ,
                 then
                 wincke
                 thereat
                 ,
                 and
                 after
                 smart
                 therefore
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 slaine
                 beside
                 his
                 woe
                 ,
                 there
                 comes
                 a
                 dastards
                 name
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 victour
                 hath
                 beside
                 his
                 health
                 ,
                 of
                 fortitude
                 the
                 fame
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 certes
                 how
                 by
                 poysons
                 he
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 meanes
                 sought
                 my
                 spoile
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 You
                 may
                 right
                 soone
                 by
                 tortures
                 trie
                 without
                 of
                 farther
                 toile
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 I
                 commanded
                 all
                 his
                 seruants
                 present
                 bee
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 you
                 the
                 truth
                 may
                 know
                 ,
                 when
                 their
                 confessions
                 plaine
                 you
                 see
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 While
                 I
                 was
                 at
                 my
                 mothers
                 house
                 ,
                 he
                 brought
                 with
                 swords
                 his
                 traine
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Forwarn'd
                 ,
                 so
                 arm'd
                 ,
                 by
                 fight
                 my
                 foe
                 ,
                 I
                 haue
                 mine
                 enmie
                 slaine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Sith
                 he
                 about
                 a
                 mischiefe
                 went
                 ,
                 no
                 brothers
                 heart
                 that
                 bore
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 take
                 reuenge
                 on
                 such
                 ,
                 is
                 due
                 :
                 as
                 custome
                 telles
                 of
                 yore
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 founder
                 right
                 of
                 Rome
                 ,
                 not
                 with
                 his
                 brother
                 flouting
                 bare
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 leaue
                 to
                 speake
                 what
              
               Germanique
               and
               Titus
               
                 erst
                 did
                 dare
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               Marcus
               
                 wise
                 and
                 milde
                 ,
                 his
                 daughters
                 husband
                 did
                 not
                 spare
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 I
                 ,
                 for
                 me
                 when
                 poysons
                 were
                 and
                 swords
                 to
                 slay
                 me
                 drest
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Reueng'd
                 my
                 foe
                 ,
                 (
                 of
                 foe
                 the
                 name
                 his
                 workes
                 assign'd
                 him
                 best
                 )
              
            
             
               
                 Therefore
                 thanke
                 you
                 the
                 Gods
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 one
                 Prince
                 preserued
                 you
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Behold
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 him
                 loyall
                 loue
                 ,
                 to
                 him
                 be
                 iust
                 and
                 true
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 euen
                 as
              
               Ioue
               
                 aboue
                 ,
                 amongst
                 the
                 gods
                 doth
                 rule
                 alone
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 he
                 in
                 earth
                 the
                 Empire
                 all
                 ,
                 allottes
                 and
                 giues
                 to
                 one
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Thus
               hauing
               said
               aloud
               ,
               with
               irefull
               mood
               ,
            
             
               And
               bloodie
               countnance
               cast
               about
               the
               place
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               assemblie
               pale
               and
               trembling
               ,
               fearefull
               stood
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               return'd
               to
               'th
               Palace
               thence
               a
               space
               .
            
             
               My
               brothers
               house
               and
               fame
               I
               did
               deface
               ,
            
             
               His
               friends
               ,
               his
               seruants
               all
               ,
               yong
               ,
               old
               ,
               and
               new
               ,
            
             
               And
               th'
               infants
               eke
               ,
               without
               respect
               I
               slew
               :
            
          
           
             
               The
               Wrastlers
               and
               the
               Waggeners
               likewise
               ,
            
             
               Musitians
               ,
               players
               ,
               which
               did
               please
               his
               mind
               :
            
             
               Of
               th'
               order
               of
               the
               Senators
               full
               wise
               ,
            
             
               In
               whom
               was
               noble
               blood
               or
               wealth
               to
               find
               .
            
             
               Not
               one
               of
               Getaes
               friends
               I
               left
               behind
               :
            
             
               Also
               my
               wife
               whom
               I
               exil'd
               away
            
             
               To
               Sicile
               I
               le
               ,
               I
               caused
               them
               to
               slay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lucilla
               eke
               that
               ancient
               noble
               Dame
               ,
            
             
               To
               Marcus
               wise
               the
               daughter
               sage
               and
               graue
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Commodus
               that
               sister
               great
               of
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Which
               honor
               much
               in
               Rome
               deseru'd
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               I
               say
               ,
               she
               did
               my
               deeds
               therein
               depraue
               ,
            
             
               Because
               to
               Getaes
               mother
               she
               wept
               sore
               ,
            
             
               For
               Getaes
               death
               :
               I
               causde
               her
               die
               therefore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Her
               sonne
               likewise
               ,
               I
               caused
               should
               be
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               th'
               Imperiall
               blood
               (
               to
               make
               all
               sure
               )
            
             
               I
               left
               not
               one
               aliue
               ,
               that
               might
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               Or
               vnto
               whom
               they
               might
               my
               place
               procure
               .
            
             
               By
               night
               likewise
               I
               put
               like
               acts
               in
               vre
               :
            
             
               For
               day
               and
               night
               I
               ceased
               not
               to
               slay
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Getaes
               friends
               to
               roote
               the
               rest
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               Vestall
               virgins
               buried
               eke
               aliue
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               the
               souldiers
               multitudes
               to
               kill
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               deem'd
               they
               were
               in
               words
               too
               bliue
               .
            
             
               Against
               my
               coach
               wherein
               I
               trauell'd
               still
               ,
            
             
               The
               souldiers
               slew
               the
               men
               that
               thought
               no
               ill
               ,
            
             
               Or
               made
               them
               buy
               their
               liues
               with
               all
               they
               had
               ,
            
             
               Which
               were
               ,
               to
               scape
               with
               life
               alone
               ,
               full
               glad
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               done
               ,
               for
               feare
               from
               Rome
               with
               speede
               I
               gate
               :
            
             
               The
               towne
               like
               life
               at
               home
               misliked
               me
               :
            
             
               For
               why
               the
               City
               did
               my
               murders
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Where
               souldiers
               held
               their
               slaughters
               franke
               and
               free
               ,
            
             
               And
               were
               enricht
               by
               spoile
               of
               each
               degree
               .
            
             
               I
               gate
               therefore
               with
               all
               my
               Martiall
               crew
            
             
               From
               Itayle
               land
               ,
               Danubian
               shores
               to
               view
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               ,
               vnto
               hunting
               I
               applide
               my selfe
               ,
            
             
               To
               ride
               abroad
               in
               couch
               ,
               and
               giue
               them
               lawes
               :
            
             
               In
               few
               dispacht
               their
               pleas
               about
               but
               pelfe
               ,
            
             
               Not
               giuen
               to
               heare
               long
               pleading
               plaints
               for
               strawes
               .
            
             
               I
               counted
               such
               but
               cau'lling
               caitiue
               dawes
            
             
               As
               spent
               their
               substance
               ,
               time
               ,
               and
               goods
               in
               suite
               ,
            
             
               About
               such
               things
               as
               could
               not
               yeeld
               them
               fruit
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               clad
               my selfe
               much
               like
               the
               Germans
               then
               ,
            
             
               So
               trimde
               my
               haire
               ,
               chose
               them
               my
               guard
               to
               serue
               :
            
             
               So
               framde
               my selfe
               to
               please
               these
               ruder
               men
               ,
            
             
               As
               might
               them
               cause
               of
               me
               full
               well
               deserue
               ,
            
             
               From
               labour
               none
               with
               them
               I
               seem'd
               to
               swerue
               ,
            
             
               To
               digge
               ,
               lift
               ,
               beare
               ,
               to
               grinde
               ,
               mould
               ,
               knead
               or
               bake
            
             
               In
               painfull
               sort
               ,
               and
               simple
               fare
               to
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Germans
               much
               reioyc'd
               my
               kind
               of
               life
               ,
            
             
               My
               sufferance
               great
               in
               during
               labours
               long
               :
            
             
               The
               name
               of
               mate
               with
               vs
               was
               holden
               rife
               ,
            
             
               I
               seem'd
               a
               fellow
               souldier
               them
               among
               :
            
             
               Of
               stature
               small
               ,
               yet
               was
               I
               wondrous
               strong
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               few
               men
               which
               in
               mine
               armies
               were
               ,
            
             
               Could
               with
               like
               strength
               such
               weightie
               burthens
               beare
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               at
               Danubius
               I
               had
               placed
               strength
               ,
            
             
               To
               Thracia
               thence
               with
               speed
               apace
               I
               went
               :
            
             
               There
               Monuments
               againe
               I
               made
               at
               length
            
             
               To
               Alexanders
               fame
               :
               to
               Rome
               I
               sent
            
             
               Likewise
               of
               statues
               for
               the
               same
               intent
               ,
            
             
               In
               Capitole
               and
               Temples
               them
               to
               place
               ,
            
             
               For
               honour
               great
               of
               Alexanders
               grace
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               made
               me
               garments
               eke
               of
               Thracian
               guise
               ,
            
             
               And
               Captaines
               me
               to
               Alexander
               call
               :
            
             
               To
               Pergame
               thence
               in
               Asia
               great
               that
               lies
            
             
               I
               gate
               ,
               Achilles
               tombe
               with
               honours
               all
            
             
               With
               eie
               to
               view
               ,
               as
               stories
               witnesse
               shall
               :
            
             
               Whence
               (
               order
               set
               )
               to
               Antioch
               I
               farde
               ,
            
             
               Where
               my
               receit
               with
               honour
               was
               preparde
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Alexandria
               then
               I
               fared
               fast
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               had
               scoft
               full
               oft
               before
               at
               mee
               :
            
             
               My
               mother
               they
               had
               named
               Queene
               Iocaste
               ,
            
             
               Achilles
               great
               and
               Alexander
               mee
               .
            
             
               They
               smilde
               my
               folly
               great
               herein
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               Which
               though
               I
               were
               a
               dwarfe
               of
               stature
               small
               ,
            
             
               Durst
               take
               the
               name
               of
               Captaines
               great
               and
               tall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ne
               Getaes
               murder
               spared
               oft
               to
               spread
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               their
               nature
               giuen
               to
               taunt
               and
               iest
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               as
               though
               Religion
               had
               me
               lead
               ,
            
             
               I
               offred
               sacrifice
               with
               solemne
               feast
            
             
               At
               Alexanders
               tombe
               ,
               where
               most
               and
               least
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               youth
               were
               present
               to
               behold
            
             
               The
               offerings
               great
               I
               brought
               ,
               and
               gifts
               of
               gold
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               done
               ,
               I
               wil'd
               the
               youth
               should
               all
               prepare
            
             
               To
               shew
               themselues
               in
               field
               :
               for
               I
               would
               chuse
            
             
               A
               band
               by
               Alexanders
               name
               to
               fare
               ,
            
             
               As
               erst
               in
               Thrace
               and
               Sparta
               I
               did
               vse
               .
            
             
               They
               came
               reioicing
               all
               ,
               to
               heare
               the
               newes
               :
            
             
               Where
               I
               with
               souldiers
               come
               to
               take
               the
               view
               ,
            
             
               Them
               compast
               in
               ,
               and
               all
               the
               people
               slew
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               valley
               all
               did
               swimme
               with
               streames
               of
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               So
               great
               that
               time
               a
               slaughter
               was
               there
               made
               :
            
             
               It
               stainde
               the
               mightie
               mouthes
               of
               Nilus
               floud
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               the
               shores
               you
               might
               bloud
               wetshod
               wade
               :
            
             
               My
               piners
               eke
               were
               prest
               with
               showle
               and
               spade
            
             
               Tinterre
               the
               dead
               ,
               a
               monstrous
               trench
               that
               fill
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               them
               dead
               ,
               they
               reard
               a
               mightie
               hill
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               then
               desiring
               glorie
               more
               to
               get
            
             
               By
               Parthian
               name
               ,
               which
               erst
               my
               father
               had
               ,
            
             
               I
               sent
               to
               Artabane
               ,
               without
               of
               let
               ,
            
             
               Ambassage
               great
               ,
               with
               gifts
               his
               minde
               to
               glad
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               daughter
               them
               perswade
               I
               bad
               ,
            
             
               Desiring
               him
               to
               giue
               her
               me
               to
               wife
               ,
            
             
               The
               cause
               of
               lasting
               loue
               ,
               and
               end
               of
               strife
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               this
               both
               ioind
               in
               one
               ,
               we
               might
               for
               ay
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               world
               the
               Diademe
               possesse
               :
            
             
               And
               might
               to
               each
               in
               all
               attempts
               be
               stay
               ,
            
             
               In
               fight
               our
               foes
               by
               firmer
               force
               suppresse
               .
            
             
               When
               they
               my
               message
               thus
               did
               there
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               At
               first
               he
               feard
               deceit
               :
               againe
               I
               sent
               :
            
             
               Wherewith
               he
               was
               at
               last
               full
               well
               content
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               gifts
               I
               wrought
               ,
               and
               plight
               my
               faith
               withall
            
             
               For
               truth
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               for
               his
               daughters
               loue
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               began
               me
               sonne
               in
               lawe
               to
               call
               .
            
             
               Which
               new
               report
               ,
               did
               all
               the
               Parthians
               moue
            
             
               Vs
               to
               receiue
               ,
               our
               friendships
               firme
               t'
               approue
               ,
            
             
               Reioycing
               now
               such
               league
               at
               last
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               they
               might
               from
               Romane
               warres
               be
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               so
               I
               entred
               Parthia
               as
               mine
               owne
               ,
            
             
               The
               Parthians
               me
               receiued
               with
               triumphs
               great
               :
            
             
               When
               mine
               approch
               to
               Artabane
               was
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               In
               plaine
               before
               the
               City
               of
               his
               seat
            
             
               He
               came
               to
               meete
               mee
               ,
               with
               a
               number
               great
            
             
               Ware
               garlands
               gay
               ,
               in
               golden
               vestures
               clad
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               ioy
               ,
               and
               triumphs
               might
               be
               had
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               great
               multitudes
               assembled
               were
               ,
            
             
               Their
               horses
               left
               behind
               and
               bowes
               laid
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               their
               cups
               deuoide
               of
               force
               the
               feare
               ,
            
             
               By
               numbers
               great
               the
               chiefe
               of
               all
               the
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Which
               came
               to
               see
               the
               bridemans
               high
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               Disorderly
               vnarm'd
               as
               so
               they
               stand
               ,
            
             
               I
               gaue
               my
               souldiers
               signe
               ,
               to
               vse
               their
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               downe
               by
               sword
               they
               fell
               ,
               they
               could
               not
               flie
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               scarse
               scap'd
               ,
               conueid
               by
               horse
               away
               :
            
             
               Their
               solemne
               garments
               long
               ,
               their
               flight
               did
               tie
               ,
            
             
               A
               slaughter
               great
               of
               Parthians
               was
               that
               day
               ,
            
             
               We
               sackte
               their
               Townes
               ,
               and
               noble
               men
               did
               slay
               .
            
             
               From
               thence
               I
               past
               t'Azamia
               after
               this
            
             
               To
               hunt
               ,
               and
               gaue
               my selfe
               to
               bathe
               in
               blisse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               hauing
               runne
               my
               recklesse
               race
               vnkinde
               ,
            
             
               And
               doubting
               both
               of
               treason
               and
               my
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               I
               sought
               by
               curious
               arts
               of
               sprites
               to
               finde
            
             
               Who
               should
               procure
               in
               th'
               end
               my
               fatall
               fall
               :
            
             
               Maternian
               at
               Rome
               should
               search
               for
               all
               ,
            
             
               He
               should
               enquire
               my
               fate
               ,
               of
               all
               wise
               men
               ,
            
             
               And
               write
               hereof
               ,
               what
               was
               their
               mindes
               agen
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               he
               did
               write
               againe
               ;
               I
               wote
               not
               I
               ,
            
             
               From
               Carras
               I
               to
               Lunaes
               Temple
               went
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               because
               it
               neere
               the
               Campe
               did
               lie
               ,
            
             
               To
               sacrifice
               with
               few
               was
               mine
               intent
               :
            
             
               For
               why
               to
               towne
               from
               thence
               returne
               I
               ment
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               from
               thence
               to
               Campe
               likewise
               againe
            
             
               I
               might
               retire
               ,
               without
               a
               greater
               traine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Amongst
               the
               which
               ,
               one
               Martiall
               of
               my
               garde
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               brother
               (
               not
               conuinst
               ,
               accusde
               )
               I
               slew
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               wise
               my
               caytiue
               corps
               did
               watch
               to
               warde
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               when
               therefore
               conuenient
               time
               hee
               knew
               ,
            
             
               While
               I
               apart
               mee
               gate
               for
               natures
               due
               ,
            
             
               And
               bad
               the
               rest
               aside
               a
               space
               depart
               )
            
             
               He
               came
               and
               stabde
               me
               stifly
               through
               the
               heart
               .
            
          
           
             
               Seuerus
               seruants
               I
               corrupted
               oft
               ,
            
             
               Them
               fee'd
               to
               make
               their
               Lord
               my
               fire
               away
               :
            
             
               With
               Getaes
               men
               the
               like
               attempts
               I
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               To
               bane
               their
               Lord
               ,
               and
               brother
               mine
               to
               slay
               .
            
             
               How
               I
               the
               Alexandrians
               did
               betray
               ,
            
             
               And
               Parthians
               eke
               ,
               before
               to
               you
               I
               told
               ,
            
             
               Deseruing
               death
               for
               those
               a
               thousand
               fold
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               sith
               those
               faithfull
               seruants
               I
               did
               kill
               ,
            
             
               Which
               would
               not
               sley
               their
               noble
               Lords
               for
               gold
               ,
            
             
               I
               worthy
               was
               to
               haue
               a
               gard
               so
               ill
               ,
            
             
               As
               should
               to
               pierce
               my
               hatefull
               heart
               be
               bold
               .
            
             
               The
               Iustice
               great
               of
               Ioua
               here
               behold
               :
            
             
               *
               Vniustly
               who
               so
               seekes
               to
               slay
               the
               good
               ,
            
             
               The
               sword
               at
               length
               shall
               iustly
               shed
               his
               bloud
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             CARASSVS
             A
             HVSBANDMANS
             SONNE
             ,
             AND
             AFTER
             King
             of
             Britaine
             ,
             was
             slaine
             in
             battell
             by
             
               Alectus
               a
               Roman
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             293.
             
          
           
             
               SIth
               men
               be
               borne
               by
               Nature
               naked
               all
               ,
            
             
               With
               their
               estates
               why
               are
               not
               men
               content
               ?
            
             
               Why
               doe
               they
               deeme
               the
               want
               of
               wealth
               a
               thral
               ?
            
             
               Why
               should
               they
               loath
               the
               lot
               ,
               which
               God
               hath
               sent
               ?
            
             
               Adam
               himselfe
               I
               finde
               ,
               at
               first
               was
               sent
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               who
               did
               disdaine
               his
               poore
               estate
               ,
            
             
               To
               disobey
               ,
               with
               God
               to
               be
               a
               mate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               maist
               be
               made
               a
               God
               ,
               (
               quoth
               satan
               than
               ,
               )
            
             
               If
               on
               the
               fruite
               forbidden
               thou
               wilt
               feede
               :
            
             
               The
               senselesse
               wight
               the
               feeble
               forcelesse
               man
               ,
            
             
               Did
               taste
               thereof
               ,
               supposing
               that
               with
               speed
            
             
               He
               should
               in
               hast
               haue
               beene
               a
               God
               indeed
               .
            
             
               He
               not
               content
               ,
               hoping
               for
               higher
               place
               ,
            
             
               Brought
               bitter
               bale
               to
               him
               and
               all
               his
               race
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               I
               the
               sonne
               of
               Adam
               by
               descent
               ,
            
             
               Did
               seeke
               to
               set
               my selfe
               in
               princely
               seate
               ,
            
             
               With
               mine
               estate
               I
               could
               not
               be
               content
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               I
               felt
               the
               force
               of
               hatreds
               heat
               .
            
             
               As
               at
               the
               first
               ,
               my
               good
               successe
               was
               great
               ,
            
             
               So
               at
               the
               last
               ,
               by
               fancies
               fond
               desires
               ,
            
             
               I
               groapt
               for
               grapes
               amidst
               the
               bramble
               briers
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Let
               such
               as
               would
               by
               vertue
               them
               aduance
               ,
            
             
               Marke
               by
               what
               meanes
               I
               did
               my selfe
               addresse
               ,
            
             
               To
               flie
               at
               first
               my
               poore
               allotted
               chance
            
             
               By
               honest
               meanes
               :
               let
               them
               from
               wickednesse
            
             
               Which
               faine
               would
               flie
               ,
               learne
               this
               by
               my
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               who
               doth
               from
               right
               and
               reason
               stray
               ,
            
             
               Destruction
               shall
               destroy
               him
               with
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               by
               birth
               borne
               next
               to
               beggers
               dore
               ,
            
             
               Was
               stai'd
               aloft
               with
               staffe
               of
               high
               estate
               :
            
             
               But
               whil'st
               that
               I
               so
               high
               a
               pitch
               did
               sore
               ,
            
             
               I
               left
               the
               meanes
               which
               made
               me
               rise
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               I
               vices
               lou'd
               ,
               I
               did
               all
               vertues
               hate
               .
            
             
               For
               which
               ,
               Carassus
               ran
               a
               race
               in
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               nothing
               got
               ,
               but
               death
               and
               deepe
               disdaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               ciuill
               strife
               had
               Britaine
               quite
               vndone
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               her
               strength
               was
               now
               of
               none
               auaile
               ,
            
             
               The
               faithlesse
               Picts
               with
               ruth
               did
               ouerrunne
            
             
               That
               royall
               Realme
               :
               and
               did
               so
               far
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               That
               sorrow
               did
               on
               euery
               side
               assaile
            
             
               My
               natiue
               soile
               :
               and
               being
               thus
               dismai'd
               ,
            
             
               To
               Rome
               we
               sent
               for
               succour
               ,
               helpe
               ,
               and
               aid
               .
            
          
           
             
               Seuerus
               then
               by
               Bassianus
               sent
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               this
               Realme
               vnto
               some
               quiet
               stay
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romans
               and
               the
               Britaines
               both
               were
               bent
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               the
               barbarous
               Picts
               to
               their
               decay
               ,
            
             
               Them
               to
               returne
               againe
               to
               Scythia
               .
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               last
               ,
               by
               good
               Seuerus
               aid
               ,
            
             
               We
               them
               destroi'd
               ,
               when
               we
               were
               most
               afraid
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whose
               force
               though
               twice
               the
               Romans
               felt
               too
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               last
               we
               got
               a
               goodly
               day
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               by
               my
               meanes
               ,
               who
               thrust
               into
               the
               throng
            
             
               Of
               th'
               armed
               Picts
               ,
               I
               desperate
               there
               did
               play
            
             
               The
               part
               of
               him
               ,
               whom
               feare
               did
               neuer
               fray
               .
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               last
               to
               end
               this
               mortall
               strife
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               depriue
               King
               Lodricke
               of
               his
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               when
               the
               Picts
               did
               see
               their
               king
               depriu'd
            
             
               Of
               vitall
               life
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               how
               they
               fled
               the
               field
               !
            
             
               They
               made
               me
               muse
               ,
               to
               see
               how
               fast
               they
               striu'd
               ,
            
             
               With
               stailesse
               steppes
               ,
               ech
               one
               his
               life
               to
               shield
               :
            
             
               Who
               could
               not
               flie
               ,
               he
               there
               with
               care
               was
               kilde
               .
            
             
               So
               by
               my
               meanes
               ,
               my
               countrey
               did
               obtaine
            
             
               Her
               ancient
               state
               ,
               and
               liberty
               againe
               ,
            
          
           
             
               At
               my
               returne
               I
               to
               Seuerus
               said
               ,
            
             
               See
               here
               how
               I
               with
               woundes
               am
               all
               bestead
               ?
            
             
               I
               cannot
               liue
               ,
               I
               feele
               how
               life
               doth
               fade
               ,
            
             
               Lodricke
               himselfe
               did
               carue
               and
               cut
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               my
               blade
               his
               luke
               warme
               blood
               hath
               shed
               :
            
             
               He
               cut
               my
               cap
               ,
               and
               I
               haue
               got
               his
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               He
               lost
               his
               life
               ,
               and
               I
               haue
               found
               renowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Seuerus
               then
               vnto
               his
               Surgion
               said
               ,
            
             
               Heale
               him
               ,
               and
               bring
               him
               safe
               and
               sound
               againe
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               for
               thy
               paines
               with
               poundes
               shalt
               wel
               be
               paid
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               shall
               haue
               such
               honour
               for
               his
               paine
               ,
            
             
               As
               vnto
               him
               for
               euer
               shal
               remaine
               :
            
             
               For
               by
               the
               Gods
               which
               rule
               the
               skies
               aboue
               ,
            
             
               His
               noble
               acts
               deserue
               eternall
               loue
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               by
               the
               skill
               of
               Surgions
               curious
               art
               ,
            
             
               My
               hurts
               were
               heal'd
               ,
               and
               holesome
               health
               ensude
               ,
            
             
               Seuerus
               then
               reioicing
               at
               the
               hart
               ,
            
             
               Made
               me
               a
               Lord
               ,
               with
               wealth
               hee
               me
               indude
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               he
               although
               my
               learning
               were
               but
               rude
               ,
            
             
               Sent
               me
               to
               Rome
               ,
               as
               Legate
               of
               this
               land
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               report
               how
               here
               our
               state
               did
               stand
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               deedes
               at
               Rome
               ,
               inricht
               me
               with
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               My
               talke
               abroad
               with
               proper
               filed
               phrase
               ,
            
             
               Adornd
               my
               head
               euen
               with
               a
               Laurell
               crowne
               .
            
             
               The
               Emperour
               did
               much
               commend
               my
               waies
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               I
               was
               bedeckt
               with
               double
               praise
               .
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               reade
               ,
               my
               learning
               was
               but
               weake
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               they
               of
               Rome
               did
               muse
               to
               heare
               me
               speake
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               As
               learned
               Art
               doth
               giue
               a
               goodly
               grace
            
             
               To
               some
               :
               so
               some
               by
               natures
               gifts
               doe
               get
            
             
               Eternall
               fame
               ,
               and
               purchase
               them
               a
               place
            
             
               Aboue
               the
               place
               where
               learned
               men
               do
               sit
               .
            
             
               We
               finde
               the
               fine
               dexteritie
               of
               wit
            
             
               In
               them
               which
               be
               both
               wise
               and
               ful
               of
               skill
               :
            
             
               Yet
               neuer
               striu'd
               to
               clime
               Pernassus
               hill
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               I
               with
               praise
               a
               time
               at
               Rome
               did
               stay
               ,
            
             
               And
               tract
               of
               time
               returnd
               mee
               backe
               againe
               ,
            
             
               The
               Emperour
               ,
               he
               gaue
               my
               right
               away
            
             
               Within
               a
               while
               ,
               which
               made
               me
               storme
               amaine
               :
            
             
               I
               had
               great
               cause
               me
               thought
               for
               to
               complaine
               ,
            
             
               Seuerus
               ,
               he
               was
               made
               the
               king
               of
               all
               :
            
             
               The
               gifts
               hee
               gaue
               to
               me
               were
               very
               small
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               was
               but
               made
               the
               Captaine
               of
               the
               coast
               ,
            
             
               From
               Forraine
               force
               to
               keepe
               my
               realme
               in
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Seuerus
               ,
               he
               was
               crowned
               king
               in
               post
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               so
               boile
               within
               my
               warrelike
               brest
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               with
               griefe
               most
               strangely
               was
               distrest
               .
            
             
               Shall
               hee
               (
               said
               I
               )
               thus
               reape
               the
               high
               renowne
            
             
               Which
               I
               deserue
               ?
               Shall
               he
               enioy
               the
               Crowne
               ?
            
          
           
             
               I
               wonne
               the
               wreath
               ,
               and
               he
               wil
               weare
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               I
               got
               the
               goale
               ,
               and
               he
               will
               get
               the
               gaine
               .
            
             
               For
               me
               in
               faith
               it
               were
               a
               deadly
               shame
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               in
               this
               his
               regall
               royall
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Without
               repulse
               should
               suffer
               him
               remaine
               .
            
             
               Which
               if
               I
               do
               ,
               then
               let
               the
               dreadfull
               dart
            
             
               Of
               Vulcans
               wrath
               ,
               torment
               in
               twaine
               my
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               ,
               I
               see
               what
               seruile
               seruitude
            
             
               Shall
               then
               insue
               ,
               if
               he
               may
               raigne
               in
               rest
               :
            
             
               Shall
               Brittane
               braue
               by
               Romanes
               be
               subdude
               ?
            
             
               It
               shal
               no
               doubt
               ,
               by
               Romanes
               bee
               distrest
               ,
            
             
               Except
               my
               might
               against
               his
               might
               be
               prest
               .
            
             
               My
               might
               as
               yet
               cannot
               his
               strength
               constraine
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               may
               my
               might
               compell
               him
               to
               complaine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               draining
               drops
               do
               make
               the
               Marble
               yeeld
            
             
               In
               time
               :
               the
               seas
               the
               cragged
               rockes
               do
               rend
               :
            
             
               And
               Courtly
               Kings
               by
               tearing
               time
               be
               kil'd
               .
            
             
               For
               time
               doth
               make
               the
               mightie
               Okes
               to
               bend
               ,
            
             
               And
               time
               doth
               make
               the
               little
               twigs
               ascend
               :
            
             
               So
               I
               in
               time
               ,
               such
               power
               may
               prepare
               ,
            
             
               As
               shall
               constraine
               Seuerus
               death
               ,
               with
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               whil'st
               I
               did
               endeuour
               to
               destroy
            
             
               Seuerus
               strength
               ,
               the
               Picts
               were
               prickt
               with
               pride
               ,
            
             
               For
               their
               reuenge
               vs
               Britaines
               to
               annoy
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               I
               heard
               ,
               in
               post
               I
               did
               prouide
            
             
               A
               power
               great
               ,
               then
               I
               in
               haste
               did
               ride
               ,
            
             
               And
               kept
               the
               coast
               so
               strong
               with
               men
               of
               warre
               ,
            
             
               That
               no
               man
               could
               arriue
               ,
               to
               make
               or
               marre
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Picts
               preuented
               of
               their
               wished
               pray
               ,
            
             
               In
               waltering
               waues
               did
               bouse
               their
               bitter
               baine
               ,
            
             
               They
               dig'd
               a
               ditch
               ,
               and
               caught
               their
               owne
               decay
               ,
            
             
               On
               rocks
               their
               Barkes
               ,
               in
               seas
               themselues
               were
               slaine
               .
            
             
               The
               Westerne
               winds
               with
               woe
               did
               them
               constraine
               ,
            
             
               By
               Britaine
               bankes
               to
               make
               so
               long
               delay
               ,
            
             
               I
               ,
               and
               the
               Seas
               ,
               brought
               them
               to
               their
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               meanes
               whereof
               my
               credit
               did
               encrease
               :
            
             
               Seuerus
               did
               esteeme
               me
               as
               his
               stay
               ,
            
             
               I
               from
               my
               first
               deuices
               could
               not
               cease
               ,
            
             
               For
               aye
               I
               hop'd
               to
               haue
               a
               happie
               day
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               the
               Roman
               rule
               to
               their
               decay
               ,
            
             
               With
               fauning
               face
               good
               fortune
               smiled
               so
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               my
               wish
               ,
               what
               might
               I
               hope
               for
               mo
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               into
               Spaine
               the
               Roman
               souldiers
               sent
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               at
               home
               the
               might
               him
               to
               depriue
               ,
            
             
               Then
               wisely
               I
               all
               perils
               to
               preuent
               ,
            
             
               Prouided
               so
               that
               no
               man
               could
               arriue
               ,
            
             
               No
               Pict
               ,
               nor
               Scot
               ,
               nor
               Roman
               then
               could
               striue
            
             
               With
               me
               at
               home
               ,
               then
               I
               the
               Lords
               with
               speed
            
             
               Of
               Britaine
               call'd
               ,
               and
               thus
               I
               did
               proceed
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Roman
               rule
               vs
               subiect
               slaues
               hath
               made
               ,
            
             
               You
               see
               my
               Lords
               ,
               a
               Roman
               heere
               doth
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               to
               destroy
               my
               power
               shall
               inuade
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               indeed
               this
               seruile
               life
               disdaine
               :
            
             
               And
               you
               your selues
               do
               much
               thereof
               complaine
               .
            
             
               If
               you
               with
               helpe
               will
               me
               assist
               ,
               I
               sweare
               ,
            
             
               The
               Roman
               rule
               shall
               haue
               no
               power
               heere
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               they
               most
               glad
               with
               one
               consent
               repli'd
               ,
            
             
               We
               will
               assist
               thee
               with
               what
               might
               we
               may
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               our selues
               most
               willing
               will
               prouide
               ,
            
             
               No
               Britaine
               borne
               against
               thee
               shall
               display
            
             
               His
               shield
               ,
               but
               all
               at
               the
               appointed
               day
               ,
            
             
               As
               prest
               to
               please
               thy
               hest
               ,
               shall
               thee
               assist
               :
            
             
               Win
               thou
               the
               crowne
               ,
               and
               weare
               it
               at
               thy
               list
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               when
               I
               heard
               them
               say
               with
               one
               consent
               ,
            
             
               Blame
               not
               though
               pride
               did
               then
               possesse
               my
               heart
            
             
               For
               Princely
               crowne
               :
               the
               dreadfull
               diery
               dent
            
             
               Of
               wrackfull
               warre
               ,
               who
               would
               not
               feele
               the
               smart
            
             
               Of
               griping
               griefe
               ?
               who
               would
               not
               feele
               the
               dart
            
             
               Of
               dreadfull
               death
               ?
               or
               who
               regardeth
               paine
               ?
            
             
               If
               he
               a
               crowne
               and
               kingdome
               may
               obtaine
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               his
               gray
               grotes
               the
               countrie
               clowne
               doth
               care
               ,
            
             
               Restlesse
               with
               ruth
               ,
               the
               Rusticke
               gets
               his
               gaine
               :
            
             
               The
               Merchant
               man
               for
               wealth
               doth
               send
               his
               ware
            
             
               About
               the
               world
               ,
               with
               perill
               and
               great
               paine
               .
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               world
               for
               wealth
               doth
               not
               disdaine
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               the
               surge
               of
               mightie
               mounting
               seas
               ,
            
             
               To
               cast
               themselues
               their
               owne
               delights
               to
               please
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               to
               obtaine
               such
               triffles
               they
               do
               toile
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               cease
               to
               bring
               their
               drifts
               about
               :
            
             
               Why
               should
               I
               feare
               the
               force
               of
               forren
               foile
               ?
            
             
               Why
               should
               I
               not
               assay
               with
               courage
               stout
               ,
            
             
               To
               wreake
               my
               wrath
               vpon
               the
               Romish
               rout
            
             
               Which
               heere
               remaine
               ?
               whom
               to
               the
               bale
               to
               bring
               ,
            
             
               Were
               me
               to
               crowne
               my
               natiue
               countries
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               One
               thing
               there
               is
               which
               greatly
               doth
               me
               grieue
               ,
            
             
               Seuerus
               ,
               he
               who
               did
               inhance
               my
               state
               ,
            
             
               He
               did
               in
               my
               distresse
               with
               life
               relieue
            
             
               My
               dying
               daies
               ,
               he
               neuer
               did
               me
               hate
               :
            
             
               Yet
               now
               with
               him
               I
               must
               be
               at
               debate
               .
            
             
               Euen
               him
               with
               might
               I
               greatly
               must
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               I
               can
               set
               my selfe
               in
               Princely
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vntimely
               death
               shall
               not
               destroy
               his
               daies
               :
            
             
               For
               if
               he
               will
               returne
               to
               Rome
               againe
               ,
            
             
               Or
               if
               he
               will
               resigne
               his
               crowne
               with
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Or
               if
               he
               will
               amongst
               vs
               still
               remaine
               .
            
             
               If
               he
               can
               like
               of
               these
               ,
               we
               will
               refraine
            
             
               From
               sheading
               blood
               :
               which
               if
               he
               doth
               disdaine
               ,
            
             
               I
               then
               against
               my
               will
               ,
               must
               worke
               his
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               forth
               I
               past
               with
               all
               my
               power
               prest
               ,
            
             
               Seuerus
               did
               at
               Durham
               then
               delay
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               I
               ment
               his
               state
               to
               haue
               distrest
               :
            
             
               But
               some
               I
               thinke
               my
               secrets
               did
               bewray
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               to
               Yorke
               in
               haste
               did
               take
               his
               way
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               I
               had
               besieg'd
               on
               euery
               side
               ,
            
             
               With
               care
               and
               griefe
               of
               mind
               ,
               Seuerus
               dide
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               heere
               the
               force
               of
               cruell
               fretting
               care
               ?
            
             
               See
               heere
               how
               sorow
               doth
               dismay
               the
               mind
               ?
            
             
               For
               when
               he
               heard
               Carassus
               did
               prepare
            
             
               To
               reaue
               his
               crowne
               ,
               he
               iudging
               me
               vnkind
               ,
            
             
               With
               sobbing
               sighes
               of
               sorrow
               ,
               he
               resign'd
            
             
               Before
               his
               time
               his
               mind
               from
               manly
               brest
               :
            
             
               Behold
               with
               care
               how
               sorow
               reaues
               mans
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               he
               intomb'd
               in
               his
               vntimely
               chest
               ,
            
             
               It
               was
               decreed
               Carassus
               should
               be
               King
               ,
            
             
               The
               three
               estates
               of
               all
               my
               Realme
               were
               prest
               ,
            
             
               With
               one
               consent
               they
               all
               to
               me
               did
               bring
            
             
               The
               kingly
               crowne
               ,
               then
               thus
               they
               all
               did
               sing
               ,
            
             
               The
               due
               deserts
               of
               this
               renowned
               wight
               ,
            
             
               Deserues
               to
               be
               the
               Britaine
               King
               by
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Marke
               by
               what
               steps
               I
               did
               the
               top
               obtaine
               ,
            
             
               With
               keeping
               sheepe
               my
               youthful
               yeares
               were
               spent
               :
            
             
               Then
               with
               the
               whip
               I
               pli'd
               the
               plow
               amine
               ,
            
             
               In
               Mars
               his
               fields
               to
               fight
               my
               mind
               was
               bent
               ,
            
             
               As
               Legate
               then
               to
               Rome
               my selfe
               was
               sent
               ,
            
             
               I
               dubbed
               was
               a
               Lord
               of
               high
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               at
               last
               I
               haue
               obtain'd
               the
               Crowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               end
               of
               th'
               act
               (
               the
               Plaudite
               )
               doth
               proue
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               is
               well
               ,
               whose
               ending
               is
               not
               ill
               :
            
             
               Who
               sits
               aloft
               had
               neuer
               need
               to
               moue
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               lest
               he
               should
               fall
               against
               his
               will.
            
             
               Though
               creeping
               he
               did
               gaine
               the
               top
               with
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               last
               ,
               by
               turning
               of
               his
               toe
               ,
            
             
               A
               sudden
               fall
               may
               worke
               his
               wretched
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               fall
               I
               felt
               ,
               and
               how
               ?
               I
               heere
               will
               show
               :
            
             
               When
               I
               as
               King
               did
               all
               the
               Realme
               command
               ,
            
             
               I
               fearefull
               did
               suspect
               mine
               ouerthrow
               :
            
             
               The
               place
               (
               me
               thought
               )
               did
               shake
               where
               I
               did
               stand
               .
            
             
               Then
               for
               my
               guard
               I
               did
               prouide
               a
               band
            
             
               Of
               warlike
               wights
               ,
               to
               guard
               my
               noble
               grace
               ,
            
             
               I
               lastly
               did
               my
               noble
               men
               displace
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               forth
               the
               fields
               I
               for
               my
               father
               sent
               ,
            
             
               Him
               of
               a
               clowne
               a
               noble
               man
               I
               made
               :
            
             
               My
               Brethren
               all
               euen
               for
               the
               same
               intent
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Courtiers
               there
               in
               Court
               with
               me
               they
               stai'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               stocke
               were
               glad
               and
               well
               apai'd
               :
            
             
               For
               they
               of
               late
               which
               rul'd
               the
               painfull
               plow
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Britaine
               land
               they
               be
               the
               Rulers
               now
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               cart
               to
               Court
               ,
               a
               countrie
               man
               to
               call
               ,
            
             
               With
               braue
               attire
               to
               decke
               a
               dunghill
               Dicke
               ,
            
             
               Is
               like
               a
               painted
               Image
               in
               a
               wall
               ,
            
             
               Which
               doth
               deceiue
               ,
               and
               seemeth
               to
               be
               quicke
               ,
            
             
               Though
               workmanship
               most
               trimly
               doth
               it
               tricke
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               of
               a
               stone
               ,
               a
               stone
               will
               still
               remaine
               ▪
            
             
               A
               clowne
               cannot
               from
               clownish
               deeds
               refraine
            
          
           
             
             
               As
               hard
               it
               is
               of
               quarried
               Marble
               stone
               ,
            
             
               For
               man
               to
               make
               a
               liuely
               mouing
               wight
               ,
            
             
               As
               of
               a
               Lout
               ,
               or
               else
               of
               such
               a
               one
            
             
               Who
               daily
               doth
               imploy
               his
               whole
               delight
            
             
               To
               dig
               and
               delue
               ,
               it
               passeth
               mortall
               might
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               him
               serue
               the
               Court
               a
               Kings
               behest
               :
            
             
               Turne
               him
               to
               plow
               ,
               the
               cart
               for
               him
               is
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               though
               thou
               canst
               by
               cunning
               art
               compell
            
             
               Nature
               a
               time
               to
               leaue
               her
               wonted
               place
               ,
            
             
               She
               will
               returne
               ,
               in
               spight
               of
               heauen
               or
               hell
               :
            
             
               No
               Alcumist
               Dame
               Nature
               can
               displace
               ,
            
             
               Except
               that
               God
               doth
               giue
               abundant
               grace
               .
            
             
               The
               Caske
               will
               haue
               a
               taste
               for
               euermore
               ,
            
             
               With
               that
               where
               with
               it
               seasoned
               was
               before
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               did
               I
               then
               my
               courtlesse
               court
               maintaine
            
             
               With
               Hob
               and
               
                 Iohn
                 ,
                 Ralph
                 Royster
              
               ,
               and
               his
               mate
               ?
            
             
               Whose
               greedie
               iawes
               aye
               gaping
               after
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               Did
               pole
               ,
               and
               pill
               ,
               and
               bred
               such
               sterne
               debate
               :
            
             
               Men
               much
               vnmeet
               to
               maintaine
               mine
               estate
               .
            
             
               Why
               did
               I
               them
               so
               neere
               mine
               elbow
               place
               ?
            
             
               Because
               my selfe
               by
               birth
               was
               borne
               but
               bace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Like
               will
               to
               like
               ,
               the
               Mule
               doth
               claw
               her
               mate
               ,
            
             
               With
               horned
               beasts
               the
               Ienite
               cannot
               iest
               ,
            
             
               Those
               bauling
               Hounds
               ,
               the
               haughtie
               Hart
               doth
               hate
               ,
            
             
               With
               Beares
               the
               Beare
               in
               safetie
               counts
               her
               best
               .
            
             
               So
               I
               amongst
               my
               like
               did
               looke
               for
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Their
               deeds
               by
               me
               were
               alwaies
               well
               allow'd
               ,
            
             
               By
               them
               likwise
               my
               doings
               were
               auow'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               you
               see
               the
               Husbandman
               with
               care
            
             
               From
               new
               sowne
               fields
               the
               rauening
               rookes
               to
               driue
               ,
            
             
               So
               did
               the
               Gentrie
               of
               my
               Realme
               prepare
               ,
            
             
               My
               countrie
               Court
               and
               me
               for
               to
               depriue
               .
            
             
               But
               Gentlemen
               were
               then
               too
               weake
               to
               striue
            
             
               With
               me
               ,
               and
               mine
               ,
               for
               which
               they
               did
               prepare
            
             
               A
               new
               found
               snach
               ,
               which
               did
               my
               feet
               insnare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               surgelesse
               seas
               of
               quiet
               rest
               when
               I
            
             
               Seuen
               yeares
               had
               sail'd
               ,
               a
               perrie
               did
               arise
               ,
            
             
               The
               blasts
               whereof
               abrig'd
               my
               libertie
               :
            
             
               For
               whil'st
               I
               did
               with
               busie
               braine
               deuise
            
             
               Them
               to
               destroy
               ,
               which
               did
               my
               Court
               despise
               ,
            
             
               The
               boistrous
               blasts
               of
               hatred
               blew
               a
               gale
               ,
            
             
               My
               cables
               crakt
               ,
               my
               Barke
               was
               bong'd
               with
               bale
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               they
               (
               I
               meane
               the
               Gentrie
               of
               my
               land
               )
            
             
               Both
               me
               ,
               and
               mine
               ,
               theirs
               ,
               and
               themselues
               had
               sold
            
             
               Subiects
               to
               Rome
               ,
               from
               whence
               a
               mightie
               band
            
             
               They
               had
               conuey'd
               ,
               to
               make
               my
               courage
               cold
               :
            
             
               Into
               my
               Realme
               they
               could
               not
               be
               controld
               ,
            
             
               But
               when
               they
               were
               arriu'd
               ,
               they
               quickly
               brought
            
             
               Both
               me
               and
               mine
               ,
               and
               all
               the
               rest
               to
               nought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Alectus
               then
               the
               Chiefetaine
               of
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Spoiling
               my
               friends
               ,
               he
               forst
               me
               to
               the
               field
               ,
            
             
               The
               day
               was
               come
               ,
               we
               both
               in
               fight
               were
               prest
               .
            
             
               His
               trustlesse
               traine
               ,
               did
               seeme
               to
               me
               to
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               the
               fields
               with
               great
               ambushments
               fill'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               flee
               ,
               Alectus
               had
               the
               day
               ,
            
             
               With
               his
               owne
               sword
               for
               breath
               he
               made
               me
               bray
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               due
               desert
               did
               force
               my
               ship
               to
               flote
               ,
            
             
               So
               vices
               vile
               me
               drencht
               in
               waues
               of
               woes
               .
            
             
               O
               false
               suspect
               ,
               why
               did'st
               thou
               make
               me
               dote
               ?
            
             
               Fearing
               my
               fall
               ,
               my
               friends
               I
               deem'd
               my
               foes
               :
            
             
               Fearing
               the
               worst
               ,
               the
               best
               I
               did
               depose
               ,
            
             
               And
               was
               deposde
               :
               let
               other
               learne
               hereby
               ,
            
             
               The
               crooked
               Crab
               will
               alwaies
               walke
               awry
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               let
               them
               know
               which
               do
               not
               lothe
               to
               learne
               ,
            
             
               That
               Kings
               in
               Court
               ,
               be
               combred
               most
               with
               care
               .
            
             
               The
               Pilots
               charge
               ,
               who
               sitteth
               at
               the
               stearne
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               make
               him
               watch
               ,
               when
               other
               do
               prepare
            
             
               Themselues
               to
               sleepe
               :
               so
               Kings
               distressed
               are
            
             
               With
               doubtfull
               dread
               ,
               and
               many
               other
               things
               .
            
             
               The
               sheepheards
               life
               is
               better
               then
               the
               Kings
               .
            
          
           
             By
             
               Thomas
               Blener
               Hasset
            
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             QVEENE
             HELENA
             OF
             BRITAINE
             MARried
             CONSTANTIVS
             the
             Emperour
             ,
             and
             
               much
               aduanced
               the
               Christian
               faith
               through
               the
               whole
               world
               ,
               An.
               Dom.
            
             289.
             
          
           
             
               MEns
               due
               deserts
               each
               Reader
               may
               recite
               ,
            
             
               For
               men
               of
               men
               do
               make
               a
               goodly
               show
               ,
            
             
               But
               womens
               workes
               can
               neuer
               come
               to
               light
               ,
            
             
               No
               mortall
               man
               their
               famous
               facts
               may
               know
               ,
            
             
               No
               writer
               will
               a
               little
               time
               bestow
               ,
            
             
               The
               worthy
               workes
               of
               women
               to
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               Though
               their
               renowne
               and
               due
               deserts
               be
               great
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               Iby
               birth
               to
               Coel
               daughter
               deere
               ,
            
             
               King
               Lucy
               was
               my
               good
               Grand-mothers
               sonne
               ,
            
             
               My
               father
               dead
               ,
               I
               rull'd
               his
               kingdome
               heere
               ,
            
             
               And
               afterward
               ,
               the
               World
               so
               wide
               I
               wonne
               .
            
             
               I
               Empresse
               was
               of
               all
               vnder
               the
               Sunne
               ,
            
             
               I
               liued
               long
               ,
               I
               di'd
               with
               perfect
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               writers
               will
               repeate
               no
               word
               of
               this
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               at
               last
               I
               haue
               obtained
               leaue
               ,
            
             
               My
               spotlesse
               life
               to
               paint
               in
               perfect
               white
               :
            
             
               Though
               writers
               would
               all
               honor
               from
               me
               reaue
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               renowne
               they
               would
               depriue
               me
               quite
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               true
               report
               my
               deeds
               shall
               burnish
               bright
               ,
            
             
               And
               rub
               the
               rust
               which
               did
               me
               much
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               my
               name
               in
               her
               deserued
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               Roman
               rule
               who
               Britaine
               did
               redeeme
               ?
            
             
               Who
               planted
               first
               Gods
               word
               in
               Britaine
               land
               ?
            
             
               Who
               did
               so
               much
               virginitie
               esteeme
               ?
            
             
               Who
               did
               the
               force
               of
               forren
               foes
               withstand
               ?
            
             
               Who
               all
               the
               world
               subdu'd
               without
               a
               band
            
             
               Of
               Martiall
               men
               ?
               who
               did
               these
               noble
               acts
               ?
            
             
               I
               Helena
               ,
               haue
               done
               these
               famous
               facts
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               now
               haue
               heere
               the
               storie
               of
               my
               state
               :
            
             
               The
               Britaine
               Queene
               inheritage
               me
               crown'd
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               then
               when
               Romans
               had
               so
               great
               debate
            
             
               Amongst
               themselues
               for
               Caracallas
               wound
               ,
            
             
               An
               Emperour
               ,
               who
               highly
               was
               renown'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               then
               at
               Rome
               ,
               whose
               death
               vndoubtedly
               ,
            
             
               Diminisht
               much
               the
               Roman
               Emperie
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Romans
               then
               were
               stor'd
               with
               ciuill
               strife
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               Realmes
               against
               them
               did
               rebell
               ,
            
             
               Their
               trouble
               turn'd
               me
               to
               a
               quiet
               life
               ,
            
             
               My
               Commonweale
               did
               prosper
               passing
               well
               ,
            
             
               When
               all
               the
               world
               agreed
               like
               diuels
               in
               hell
               ,
            
             
               Then
               I
               and
               mine
               becalm'd
               from
               hatreds
               blast
            
             
               In
               happie
               hauen
               harboured
               wee
               at
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               I
               a
               maid
               of
               tender
               youthfull
               yeares
               ,
            
             
               Report
               did
               say
               ,
               of
               beautie
               fresh
               and
               faire
               ,
            
             
               Refusde
               the
               sute
               of
               many
               noble
               Peeres
               ,
            
             
               Which
               daily
               did
               vnto
               my
               court
               repaire
               .
            
             
               What
               thought
               there
               were
               vnto
               my
               crowne
               no
               heire
               ?
            
             
               Yet
               I
               who
               did
               regard
               my
               Commons
               good
               ,
            
             
               Refusde
               to
               linke
               my selfe
               with
               forren
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               forren
               coasts
               ,
               on
               kingdomes
               to
               incroch
               ,
            
             
               With
               wrath
               of
               wrackfull
               warres
               I
               did
               despise
               ,
            
             
               And
               fearing
               aye
               the
               ruth
               of
               rude
               reproch
               ,
            
             
               With
               carking
               care
               I
               daily
               did
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               with
               peace
               might
               make
               my
               kingdome
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               by
               law
               of
               God
               and
               man
               ,
               I
               might
            
             
               Giue
               Caesar
               his
               ,
               and
               vnto
               God
               his
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               God
               of
               heauen
               ,
               no
               Christ
               my
               people
               knew
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               to
               Rome
               for
               learned
               men
               I
               sent
               ,
            
             
               King
               Lucies
               lawes
               decay'd
               I
               did
               renew
               ,
            
             
               Then
               preaching
               made
               my
               people
               so
               repent
            
             
               Their
               former
               faults
               ,
               that
               all
               incontinent
            
             
               Were
               baptised
               ,
               and
               so
               within
               a
               space
               ,
            
             
               The
               faith
               of
               Christ
               they
               firmely
               did
               embrace
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               That
               nothing
               seemed
               currant
               in
               their
               sight
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               which
               holie
               writers
               would
               allow
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               they
               would
               imbrace
               with
               all
               their
               might
               .
            
             
               To
               shed
               their
               bloud
               ,
               the
               same
               for
               to
               auow
               ,
            
             
               They
               did
               not
               feare
               ,
               at
               Verolane
               euen
               now
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               the
               force
               of
               fiery
               flashing
               flame
               :
            
             
               Albon
               the
               Protomartyr
               prou'd
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               carefull
               merchant
               men
               do
               much
               reioice
               ,
            
             
               When
               from
               those
               Iles
               Molocchi
               ,
               they
               haue
               brought
            
             
               Their
               fraighted
               ships
               ,
               for
               then
               they
               haue
               great
               choice
            
             
               Of
               Merchandize
               ,
               which
               trafficke
               long
               hath
               sought
               ,
            
             
               To
               finde
               the
               ware
               ,
               which
               trial
               true
               hath
               taught
            
             
               Wil
               get
               most
               gaine
               ,
               which
               being
               got
               they
               giue
            
             
               And
               cast
               their
               care
               ,
               how
               they
               thereby
               may
               liue
               :
            
          
           
             
               So
               I
               ,
               whom
               both
               Sir
               Neptunes
               surging
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               And
               Eoles
               windes
               ,
               euen
               God
               himselfe
               aboue
            
             
               Did
               fauour
               much
               ,
               my
               labouring
               minde
               to
               please
               ,
            
             
               Giuing
               those
               things
               were
               best
               for
               my
               behoue
               ,
            
             
               Gods
               word
               I
               meane
               ,
               which
               all
               my
               men
               did
               loue
               .
            
             
               The
               Pearles
               which
               Christ
               commanded
               to
               be
               bought
               ,
            
             
               Must
               here
               be
               found
               ,
               and
               no
               where
               els
               be
               sought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               they
               and
               I
               made
               haste
               ,
               post
               hast
               ,
               to
               leade
            
             
               Our
               sinful
               liues
               as
               Scripture
               did
               allow
               .
            
             
               We
               knowing
               God
               ,
               him
               lou'd
               with
               feare
               and
               dreade
               ,
            
             
               Deuotion
               made
               vs
               crouch
               ,
               and
               creepe
               ,
               and
               bow
            
             
               Our
               hearts
               ,
               our
               heads
               ;
               we
               sauage
               were
               but
               now
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               by
               and
               by
               such
               was
               the
               good
               successe
               ,
            
             
               In
               fiery
               flames
               the
               truth
               we
               did
               professe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               flitting
               Fame
               the
               truth
               to
               testifie
               ,
            
             
               Against
               my
               wil
               ,
               at
               Rome
               made
               such
               report
               ,
            
             
               That
               Constatinus
               thence
               did
               hither
               hie
               ,
            
             
               And
               being
               come
               vnto
               my
               Britaine
               Court
               ,
            
             
               With
               louers
               lookes
               he
               striu'd
               to
               scale
               the
               Fort
            
             
               Of
               my
               good
               will
               :
               but
               when
               it
               would
               not
               bee
               ,
            
             
               He
               sighing
               ,
               thus
               addrest
               his
               talke
               to
               me
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               Queene
               quoth
               he
               ,
               thy
               deeds
               deserue
               great
               fame
               ,
            
             
               The
               goodly
               gifts
               that
               God
               hath
               giu'n
               to
               thee
            
             
               Be
               such
               ,
               as
               I
               cannot
               thee
               greatly
               blame
               ,
            
             
               Though
               thou
               without
               desert
               disdainest
               me
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               thy
               sake
               doth
               lothe
               all
               crueltie
               .
            
             
               But
               for
               thy
               loue
               ,
               with
               Mars
               his
               cruell
               knife
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               command
               thy
               Realme
               ,
               and
               reaue
               thy
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               (
               out
               alas
               )
               whil'st
               breath
               doth
               lend
               me
               life
               ,
            
             
               My
               heart
               shall
               hate
               to
               thrall
               thy
               happie
               state
               ,
            
             
               What
               though
               thou
               dost
               refuse
               to
               be
               my
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               hatred
               tho
               ,
               shall
               neuer
               cause
               me
               hate
               :
            
             
               But
               whil'st
               I
               liue
               ,
               I
               will
               thee
               loue
               ,
               let
               Fate
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               fell
               powre
               on
               me
               all
               their
               spight
               ,
            
             
               To
               die
               for
               thee
               shall
               greatly
               me
               delight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               I
               repli'd
               ,
               O
               Duke
               ,
               without
               desert
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               me
               loue
               ,
               a
               little
               Ilands
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               I
               know
               thou
               to
               the
               Emperour
               heire
               art
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               valiant
               acts
               I
               diuers
               waies
               haue
               seene
               ,
            
             
               I
               like
               thy
               deeds
               ,
               most
               noble
               which
               haue
               been
               ,
            
             
               And
               thee
               I
               loue
               :
               yet
               priuate
               pleasures
               lust
            
             
               May
               neuer
               make
               me
               throw
               my
               Realme
               to
               dust
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               thou
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               wilt
               daine
               my
               Queene
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Britaines
               shall
               to
               Rome
               no
               tribute
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               You
               if
               you
               please
               ,
               to
               Rome
               may
               go
               with
               me
               ,
            
             
               Your
               mightie
               mate
               the
               world
               so
               wide
               may
               wield
               ,
            
             
               Or
               if
               you
               please
               ,
               I
               heere
               with
               you
               will
               bilde
            
             
               My
               biding
               place
               ,
               and
               in
               this
               little
               land
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               remaine
               yours
               ,
               heere
               at
               your
               command
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               comely
               grace
               ,
               his
               friendly
               promise
               plight
               ,
            
             
               His
               famous
               actes
               ,
               his
               Noble
               royall
               race
               ,
            
             
               Some
               other
               things
               which
               heere
               I
               could
               recite
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romans
               heart
               within
               my
               brest
               did
               place
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               my
               wit
               had
               weighed
               well
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               Then
               for
               the
               chiefe
               of
               all
               my
               Realme
               I
               sent
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               I
               spake
               to
               know
               the
               whole
               intent
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               louing
               Lords
               ,
               and
               you
               my
               subiects
               ,
               see
            
             
               This
               Roman
               heire
               ,
               whom
               I
               indeed
               do
               loue
               ,
            
             
               He
               will
               restore
               your
               ancient
               libertie
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               will
               bend
               my
               hest
               to
               his
               behoue
               :
            
             
               Which
               benefits
               they
               chiefely
               do
               me
               moue
               ,
            
             
               To
               loue
               at
               last
               ,
               a
               man
               by
               whom
               you
               may
               ,
            
             
               Receiue
               a
               Shield
               to
               keepe
               you
               from
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Perhaps
               you
               thinke
               I
               loue
               ,
               because
               I
               see
            
             
               His
               comely
               shape
               ,
               and
               seemely
               sanguine
               face
               ,
            
             
               You
               be
               deceiu'd
               ,
               no
               outward
               brauery
               ,
            
             
               No
               personage
               ,
               no
               gallant
               courtly
               grace
               .
            
             
               What
               though
               he
               be
               by
               birth
               of
               royall
               race
               ?
            
             
               I
               recke
               it
               not
               ,
               but
               this
               I
               do
               regard
               ,
            
             
               My
               Commonweale
               by
               him
               may
               be
               preseru'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               if
               he
               will
               from
               tribute
               set
               you
               free
               ,
            
             
               And
               end
               the
               worke
               which
               I
               haue
               well
               begonne
               ,
            
             
               That
               Christs
               Gospell
               preached
               still
               may
               bee
               ,
            
             
               God
               may
               by
               him
               send
               vnto
               me
               a
               sonne
               ,
            
             
               To
               you
               a
               King
               :
               what
               wealth
               then
               haue
               you
               wonne
               ?
            
             
               What
               great
               renowne
               ?
               what
               honor
               will
               insue
               ?
            
             
               Speake
               you
               your
               minds
               ,
               these
               things
               me
               thinke
               ,
               be
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Queene
               ,
               quoth
               they
               ,
               the
               Lord
               preserue
               thy
               grace
               :
            
             
               Do
               thou
               the
               thing
               that
               seemes
               to
               thee
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               We
               do
               allow
               the
               match
               in
               euery
               case
               :
            
             
               If
               by
               that
               meanes
               we
               may
               haue
               quiet
               rest
               ,
            
             
               With
               what
               great
               good
               shal
               this
               our
               Realme
               be
               blest
               ?
            
             
               Do
               thou
               therefore
               O
               noble
               Queene
               ,
               we
               pray
               ,
            
             
               The
               thing
               which
               best
               may
               keepe
               vs
               from
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Roman
               Duke
               he
               nothing
               would
               deny
               ,
            
             
               But
               granted
               more
               then
               I
               could
               aske
               or
               craue
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               there
               was
               proclaimed
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               A
               famous
               feast
               ,
               a
               banquet
               passing
               braue
               .
            
             
               There
               to
               the
               Duke
               the
               Britaine
               crowne
               I
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               With
               sacred
               spousall
               rights
               ,
               as
               man
               and
               wife
            
             
               We
               wedded
               ,
               liu'd
               in
               loue
               ,
               for
               terme
               of
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               whil'st
               we
               ment
               to
               rule
               this
               little
               I
               le
               ,
            
             
               A
               greater
               good
               vnlooked
               for
               befell
               ,
            
             
               Death
               did
               destroy
               his
               Sire
               with
               hateful
               hand
               :
            
             
               For
               which
               we
               both
               at
               Rome
               must
               now
               go
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               we
               did
               :
               things
               prospered
               passing
               well
               ,
            
             
               My
               Feere
               was
               made
               the
               Emperour
               ,
               Lord
               and
               king
            
             
               Of
               all
               :
               and
               I
               the
               Queene
               of
               euery
               thing
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               mightie
               Mace
               did
               rule
               the
               Monarchie
               ,
            
             
               My
               wit
               did
               rule
               (
               some
               writers
               say
               )
               his
               Mace
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               increase
               with
               ioy
               our
               merrie
               glie
               ,
            
             
               I
               brought
               him
               forth
               a
               babe
               of
               Royall
               race
               ,
            
             
               The
               boy
               he
               had
               an
               amiable
               face
               .
            
             
               O
               Rome
               thou
               maist
               reioyce
               ,
               for
               this
               was
               he
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               at
               Rome
               erect
               Diuinitie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whil'st
               thus
               in
               blisse
               I
               did
               at
               Rome
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               A
               Britaine
               still
               my
               mind
               her
               care
               did
               cast
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               I
               caus'd
               my
               husband
               to
               ordaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               euermore
               those
               ancient
               Lawes
               should
               last
               ,
            
             
               Which
               heretofore
               amongst
               them
               there
               I
               past
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               to
               Rome
               no
               Britaine
               borne
               ,
               for
               aye
               ,
            
             
               Should
               taxe
               ,
               or
               toll
               ,
               or
               tenth
               ,
               or
               tribute
               pay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Though
               there
               at
               Rome
               an
               Empresse
               life
               I
               led
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               at
               hand
               what
               I
               could
               wish
               or
               craue
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               still
               me
               thought
               I
               was
               not
               wel
               bestead
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               was
               so
               farre
               from
               Britaine
               braue
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               my
               louing
               Lord
               did
               once
               perceiue
               ,
            
             
               He
               set
               a
               stay
               in
               all
               the
               Emperie
               ,
            
             
               To
               Britaine
               then
               he
               did
               returne
               with
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               raign'd
               of
               yeeres
               thrice
               seuen
               with
               good
               successe
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Dolor
               and
               Debilitie
               did
               driue
            
             
               My
               louing
               Lord
               with
               fainting
               feeblenesse
               ,
            
             
               For
               vitall
               life
               with
               braying
               breath
               to
               striue
               :
            
             
               He
               felt
               ,
               how
               death
               of
               life
               would
               him
               depriue
               ,
            
             
               He
               cal'd
               his
               Lords
               ,
               his
               child
               ,
               and
               me
               his
               wife
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               he
               spake
               ,
               euen
               as
               he
               left
               his
               life
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               haughtie
               Pines
               of
               loftie
               Libanus
               ,
            
             
               From
               earth
               ,
               to
               earth
               ,
               in
               tract
               of
               time
               returne
               :
            
             
               So
               I
               whose
               spreading
               praise
               were
               maruellous
               ,
            
             
               Must
               now
               returne
               my
               flesh
               to
               filthie
               slime
               ,
            
             
               On
               Fortunes
               wheele
               I
               may
               no
               longer
               clime
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               my
               Lords
               ,
               although
               my
               glasse
               be
               runne
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               take
               remorse
               on
               Constantine
               my
               sonne
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               Monarch
               ,
               Court
               ,
               my
               Kingdomes
               all
               ,
            
             
               (
               O
               stately
               Rome
               )
               farewell
               to
               them
               ,
               and
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Farewell
               my
               Lords
               ,
               which
               see
               my
               finall
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Farewell
               my
               child
               ,
               my
               wife
               ,
               more
               deare
               to
               mee
            
             
               Then
               all
               the
               world
               ,
               we
               must
               depart
               I
               see
               :
            
             
               And
               must
               we
               needs
               depart
               ?
               O
               Fortune
               fie
               ,
            
             
               We
               must
               depart
               ,
               adue
               ,
               farewell
               ,
               I
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherewith
               he
               sigh'd
               and
               senselesse
               did
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               Then
               I
               his
               death
               as
               women
               do
               ,
               did
               waile
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               I
               view'd
               ,
               that
               weeping
               was
               but
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               content
               to
               beare
               that
               bitter
               bale
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               who
               found
               no
               meanes
               for
               her
               auaile
               .
            
             
               His
               corps
               at
               Yorke
               in
               Princely
               Tombe
               I
               laid
               ,
            
             
               When
               funerall
               sacred
               solemne
               rites
               were
               paid
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               report
               his
               death
               about
               had
               blowne
               ,
            
             
               Maxentius
               then
               the
               triple
               crowne
               to
               weare
               ,
            
             
               Did
               challenge
               all
               the
               Empire
               as
               his
               owne
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               a
               time
               that
               mightie
               Mace
               did
               beare
               :
            
             
               Which
               when
               my
               sonne
               ,
               my
               Constantine
               did
               heare
               ,
            
             
               The
               youthfull
               Lad
               ,
               indeuour'd
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               To
               claime
               his
               right
               by
               Mars
               his
               crueltie
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               then
               his
               tender
               youthfull
               yeares
               to
               guide
               ,
            
             
               Went
               with
               my
               sonne
               to
               see
               his
               good
               successe
               ,
            
             
               He
               being
               Campt
               by
               fruitfull
               Tybers
               side
               ,
            
             
               To
               spoile
               his
               foe
               he
               did
               himselfe
               addresse
               ,
            
             
               He
               knew
               that
               God
               did
               giue
               all
               happinesse
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               to
               God
               ,
               euen
               then
               the
               youth
               did
               pray
               ,
            
             
               With
               mightie
               hand
               to
               keepe
               him
               from
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Behold
               how
               God
               doth
               godly
               men
               defend
               ,
            
             
               And
               marke
               how
               he
               doth
               beate
               Vsurpers
               downe
               .
            
             
               Maxentius
               now
               he
               all
               his
               force
               doth
               bend
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               defend
               his
               Diadem
               and
               Crowne
               .
            
             
               But
               froward
               Fate
               vpon
               the
               Prince
               did
               frowne
               :
            
             
               For
               why
               his
               men
               were
               scattered
               euery
               where
               ,
            
             
               In
               Tyber
               he
               did
               drowne
               himselfe
               for
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Rome
               then
               we
               and
               all
               our
               host
               did
               hie
               ,
            
             
               The
               Romans
               they
               with
               ioy
               did
               vs
               receiue
               ,
            
             
               To
               Constantine
               they
               gaue
               the
               Emperie
               ,
            
             
               But
               he
               of
               them
               most
               earnestly
               did
               craue
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               the
               rule
               of
               all
               the
               world
               might
               haue
               :
            
             
               It
               is
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               my
               mothers
               right
               to
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Till
               dreadfull
               death
               hath
               shred
               her
               twist
               in
               twaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               grant
               my
               sonne
               ,
               the
               Monarchie
               is
               mine
               ,
            
             
               For
               at
               his
               death
               thy
               father
               gaue
               it
               me
            
             
               For
               terme
               of
               life
               :
               but
               let
               it
               now
               be
               thine
               ,
            
             
               I
               aged
               must
               go
               pay
               the
               earth
               her
               fee
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               content
               to
               liue
               with
               lesse
               degree
               .
            
             
               O
               louing
               sonne
               ,
               giue
               eare
               vnto
               my
               hest
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               rule
               ,
               that
               charge
               for
               thee
               is
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               he
               might
               not
               rule
               his
               mothers
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Against
               his
               will
               he
               willing
               did
               assent
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               should
               be
               as
               I
               had
               then
               assign'd
               ,
            
             
               To
               rule
               the
               world
               ,
               he
               grieued
               was
               content
               .
            
             
               And
               whil'st
               that
               there
               my
               happie
               daies
               I
               spent
               ,
            
             
               Reioycing
               much
               to
               see
               my
               sonnes
               successe
               ,
            
             
               I
               di'd
               and
               had
               a
               heauenly
               happinesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thrice
               happie
               I
               who
               ran
               this
               royall
               race
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               end
               my
               wished
               Goale
               did
               get
               :
            
             
               For
               by
               my
               meanes
               all
               people
               did
               embrace
            
             
               The
               faith
               of
               Christ
               ,
               the
               orders
               I
               did
               set
            
             
               They
               were
               obey'd
               with
               ioy
               ,
               which
               made
               me
               ier
               .
            
             
               Euen
               in
               this
               blisse
               a
               better
               blisse
               befell
               ,
            
             
               I
               di'd
               ,
               and
               now
               my
               soule
               in
               heauen
               doth
               dwell
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               So
               now
               you
               see
               the
               happie
               hap
               I
               had
               :
            
             
               Learne
               then
               thereby
               to
               do
               as
               I
               haue
               done
               ,
            
             
               To
               praise
               Gods
               name
               let
               euery
               Prince
               be
               glad
               :
            
             
               To
               persecute
               the
               truth
               let
               all
               men
               shunne
               ,
            
             
               By
               vertuous
               waies
               great
               honor
               may
               be
               wonne
               .
            
             
               But
               he
               who
               doth
               to
               vices
               vile
               incline
               ,
            
             
               May
               be
               compar'd
               vnto
               a
               filthie
               swine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               doth
               not
               loue
               the
               plaine
               nor
               pleasant
               way
               ,
            
             
               He
               cannot
               feare
               to
               sleepe
               amidst
               the
               greene
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               mire
               he
               doth
               delight
               to
               lay
               :
            
             
               So
               Princes
               such
               as
               vile
               and
               vidious
               beene
               ,
            
             
               Do
               tumble
               aye
               amidsta
               sinke
               of
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               names
               on
               earth
               ,
               whose
               soules
               in
               hel
               remaine
            
             
               In
               infamie
               ,
               the
               other
               pincht
               with
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               them
               that
               seeke
               for
               euerlasting
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Tread
               in
               the
               steps
               that
               I
               before
               haue
               trod
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               who
               would
               auoid
               reprochfull
               shame
               ,
            
             
               And
               flee
               the
               smart
               of
               Plutoes
               ruthfull
               rod
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               not
               cease
               to
               learne
               the
               law
               of
               God
               ,
            
             
               Which
               only
               law
               mans
               stumbling
               steps
               doth
               guide
               :
            
             
               Who
               walkes
               therein
               ,
               his
               feete
               can
               neuer
               slide
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             VORTIGER
             DESTROYED
             THE
             YONG
             KING
             CONSTANTINE
             ,
             and
             how
             hee
             obtained
             the
             Crowne
             :
             and
             how
             after
             many
             miseries
             ,
             he
             was
             
               miserablie
               burnt
               in
               his
               Castle
               ,
               by
               the
               brethren
               of
            
             Constantine
             ,
             
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             446.
             
          
           
             
               BY
               quiet
               peace
               of
               Ianus
               iollitie
               ,
            
             
               Their
               happie
               hauens
               some
               with
               forewinds
               haue
               ,
            
             
               By
               wrackfull
               warre
               of
               Mars
               his
               crueltie
               ,
            
             
               With
               much
               adoe
               some
               get
               the
               Goale
               they
               craue
               ,
            
             
               But
               subtill
               sleights
               and
               fetches
               bolstred
               braue
               ,
            
             
               My
               haplesse
               hand
               did
               hit
               with
               leuelled
               line
               ,
            
             
               The
               aimed
               marke
               ,
               the
               more
               mishap
               was
               mine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               By
               gifts
               of
               grace
               some
               men
               haue
               happy
               hap
               ,
            
             
               By
               blessed
               birth
               to
               Kingdomes
               borne
               some
               be
               :
            
             
               Succession
               sets
               some
               men
               in
               Fortunes
               lap
               ,
            
             
               By
               wisedome
               ,
               wit
               ,
               and
               prudent
               policie
               :
            
             
               Some
               clime
               aloft
               by
               trustlesse
               treacherie
               :
            
             
               And
               courage
               doth
               a
               multitude
               aduance
               ,
            
             
               Drifts
               finely
               filde
               they
               did
               my
               state
               inhance
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               Vortiger
               by
               birth
               was
               borne
               a
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               King
               Constantine
               his
               Cosin
               did
               me
               call
               ,
            
             
               I
               cride
               amaine
               ,
               and
               clapt
               his
               crowne
               abord
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               a
               time
               til
               Fortune
               forst
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               With
               restlesse
               blisse
               I
               sate
               in
               stately
               stall
               :
            
             
               But
               men
               of
               warre
               of
               much
               more
               might
               then
               I
               ,
            
             
               For
               my
               desert
               my
               carefull
               corps
               did
               fry
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               furions
               force
               of
               fiery
               flashing
               fame
               ,
            
             
               With
               Cinders
               brought
               my
               body
               to
               decay
               ,
            
             
               So
               smuldering
               smokes
               of
               euerlasting
               shame
            
             
               Choakt
               my
               renowne
               ,
               and
               wipte
               my
               fflame
               away
               .
            
             
               What
               may
               I
               more
               of
               my
               misfortune
               say
               ?
            
             
               I
               sigh
               to
               see
               ,
               I
               silent
               ccase
               to
               tell
            
             
               What
               me
               destroid
               ,
               and
               drownd
               my
               soule
               in
               hel
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               to
               repeat
               the
               parts
               that
               I
               haue
               plaid
               ,
            
             
               Were
               to
               vnrippe
               a
               trusse
               of
               trumpery
               ,
            
             
               For
               me
               to
               shew
               how
               I
               aloft
               was
               staid
               ,
            
             
               Were
               to
               erect
               a
               schoole
               of
               Trechery
               :
            
             
               Silence
               is
               best
               ,
               let
               no
               man
               learne
               by
               me
            
             
               Nor
               by
               my
               meanes
               ,
               how
               they
               by
               wicked
               waies
               ,
            
             
               From
               low
               estate
               ,
               aloft
               themselues
               may
               raise
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               good
               men
               can
               by
               wicked
               workes
               beware
               ,
            
             
               So
               wicked
               men
               by
               wicked
               workes
               be
               wise
               ,
            
             
               If
               ill
               men
               read
               my
               deedes
               which
               wicked
               were
               ,
            
             
               They
               by
               my
               meanes
               will
               compasse
               their
               surmise
               :
            
             
               For
               wicked
               workers
               daily
               doe
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               examples
               vile
               and
               vitious
               ,
            
             
               To
               stand
               in
               stead
               ,
               to
               serue
               their
               lawlesse
               lust
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Serpent
               thence
               his
               venim
               vile
               doth
               draw
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               the
               Bee
               her
               hony
               sweet
               doth
               get
               ,
            
             
               Leaud
               liuers
               learne
               to
               breake
               the
               written
               law
               ,
            
             
               By
               that
               ,
               whereby
               good
               men
               do
               learne
               much
               wit.
            
             
               For
               wicked
               men
               each
               fetch
               is
               thought
               most
               fit
               ,
            
             
               To
               serue
               their
               turne
               :
               therefore
               I
               count
               it
               best
               ,
            
             
               To
               leaue
               my
               faults
               and
               follies
               vnconfest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Giue
               leaue
               therefore
               good
               Memory
               ,
               I
               may
            
             
               Not
               heere
               repeate
               my
               tedious
               Tragedie
               ,
            
             
               Inquirie
               ,
               let
               me
               now
               depart
               away
               .
            
             
               My
               Commonweale
               subuerted
               was
               by
               me
               ,
            
             
               I
               leaudly
               liu'd
               ,
               and
               di'd
               in
               miserie
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               faults
               I
               felt
               disdainfull
               smart
               ,
            
             
               Let
               this
               suffice
               ,
               and
               let
               me
               now
               depart
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               he
               seem'd
               as
               one
               that
               would
               away
               ,
            
             
               But
               Memory
               (
               stay
               stay
               thy
               steps
               ,
               quoth
               she
               )
            
             
               Let
               wicked
               men
               procure
               their
               owne
               decay
               ,
            
             
               We
               recke
               it
               not
               ,
               if
               warned
               once
               they
               be
               .
            
             
               Let
               that
               suffice
               ,
               and
               let
               thy
               miserie
            
             
               Make
               iust
               report
               ,
               how
               vaine
               ,
               and
               vile
               a
               thing
            
             
               It
               is
               ,
               to
               liue
               as
               a
               vsurping
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
               Sith
               needs
               I
               must
               repented
               faults
               forerunne
            
             
               Repeat
               ,
               and
               tell
               the
               fall
               and
               foile
               I
               felt
               ,
            
             
               Patience
               perforce
               ,
               to
               speake
               shame
               bids
               me
               shunne
               ,
            
             
               To
               thinke
               thereof
               doth
               make
               my
               heart
               to
               melt
               .
            
             
               But
               sith
               I
               needs
               must
               shew
               how
               heere
               I
               delt
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               content
               to
               tell
               the
               truth
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Let
               wise
               men
               learne
               to
               stand
               ,
               which
               reade
               my
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               first
               I
               causde
               the
               yong
               King
               Constantine
               ,
            
             
               Of
               faithlesse
               Scots
               and
               Picts
               to
               make
               his
               guard
               ,
            
             
               They
               by
               my
               meanes
               did
               kill
               their
               King
               in
               fine
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               ,
               with
               speed
               I
               sent
               them
               all
               to
               ward
               ,
               ,
            
             
               And
               hang'd
               them
               all
               ,
               their
               cause
               was
               neuer
               heard
               :
            
             
               So
               I
               who
               first
               did
               cause
               them
               kill
               their
               King
               ,
            
             
               To
               stop
               their
               mouthes
               ,
               the
               mall
               to
               death
               did
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Where
               Rancor
               rules
               ,
               where
               hatreds
               heate
               is
               hot
               ,
            
             
               The
               hurtlesse
               men
               with
               trouble
               be
               turmoil'd
               :
            
             
               Where
               malice
               may
               send
               forth
               her
               Cannon
               shot
               ,
            
             
               There
               might
               is
               right
               ,
               there
               reasons
               rules
               are
               foil'd
               .
            
             
               For
               ruthfull
               Rancor
               euermore
               hath
               boyl'd
            
             
               With
               griping
               griefe
               :
               her
               smuldring
               smokes
               of
               spite
            
             
               Would
               gladly
               choke
               all
               iustice
               ,
               law
               ,
               and
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               might
               ,
               not
               right
               ,
               did
               thrust
               me
               to
               the
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               I
               sixteene
               yeares
               did
               weare
               the
               royall
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               which
               time
               with
               griefe
               I
               aye
               did
               grone
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               who
               felt
               the
               fall
               from
               high
               renowne
               .
            
             
               My
               Noble
               men
               deuisde
               to
               thrust
               me
               downe
            
             
               In
               all
               this
               time
               ,
               and
               many
               did
               protest
               ,
            
             
               I
               laid
               the
               King
               in
               his
               vntimely
               chest
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               last
               ,
               my
               foes
               my
               friends
               were
               made
               ,
               and
               I
            
             
               Had
               quiet
               peace
               ,
               and
               liu'd
               a
               happie
               King
               :
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               God
               who
               rules
               the
               haughtie
               heauen
               a
               high
               ,
            
             
               Inricht
               my
               Realme
               with
               foyson
               of
               each
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Abundant
               store
               did
               make
               my
               people
               sing
               .
            
             
               As
               they
               of
               yore
               were
               prest
               with
               penurie
               ,
            
             
               So
               now
               they
               hate
               their
               great
               fertilitie
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               people
               had
               of
               corne
               and
               oyle
               such
               store
               ,
            
             
               That
               countrie
               men
               of
               tillage
               left
               the
               toile
               ,
            
             
               The
               rich
               man
               fed
               no
               better
               then
               the
               poore
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               did
               reape
               the
               fatnesse
               of
               the
               soile
               ,
            
             
               No
               man
               for
               meate
               nor
               money
               then
               did
               toile
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               reioyce
               with
               ioyfull
               Iubilie
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               were
               soust
               with
               sinfull
               gluttonie
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               clouds
               dissolu'd
               faire
               Phoebus
               doth
               deface
               ,
            
             
               So
               plague
               my
               plentie
               dim'd
               with
               darke
               disease
               :
            
             
               For
               whil'st
               my
               Realme
               in
               riot
               ran
               her
               race
               ,
            
             
               They
               plai'd
               ,
               not
               prayed
               ,
               and
               did
               their
               God
               displease
               .
            
             
               For
               which
               they
               drown'd
               in
               sorowes
               surging
               seas
               ,
            
             
               Like
               rotten
               sheepe
               by
               thousands
               di'd
               so
               thicke
               ,
            
             
               The
               dead
               could
               not
               be
               buried
               by
               the
               quicke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               thus
               the
               plague
               my
               people
               did
               oppresse
               ,
            
             
               That
               few
               were
               left
               aliue
               within
               my
               land
               ,
            
             
               The
               barbarons
               Picts
               ,
               with
               speede
               themselues
               addrest
               ,
            
             
               Knowing
               their
               time
               ,
               they
               raisde
               a
               mightie
               band
               ,
            
             
               They
               knew
               right
               soone
               ,
               how
               here
               my
               state
               did
               stand
               .
            
             
               And
               to
               reuenge
               the
               wrong
               that
               earst
               I
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               They
               ment
               to
               bring
               both
               me
               and
               mine
               to
               nought
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               how
               abuse
               breeds
               blake
               and
               bitter
               bale
               ,
            
             
               Misuse
               doth
               make
               of
               plenty
               ,
               lothsome
               lacke
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               his
               blisse
               with
               wo
               it
               makes
               man
               wale
               ,
            
             
               Onely
               abuse
               doth
               worke
               mans
               wretched
               wracke
               :
            
             
               Amidst
               my
               ioyes
               ,
               from
               ioy
               it
               beat
               me
               backe
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               and
               mine
               misusde
               our
               present
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               brought
               both
               me
               and
               mine
               to
               wretchednesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               first
               misusde
               our
               present
               pleasant
               plentie
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               we
               whipt
               in
               thrall
               with
               scourges
               three
               ,
            
             
               Had
               Pestilence
               ,
               which
               made
               my
               kingdome
               emptie
               ,
            
             
               It
               did
               destroy
               my
               men
               of
               ech
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Then
               fainting
               Famine
               plaide
               her
               Tragedy
               ,
            
             
               Bellona
               then
               that
               beastly
               bloody
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               Did
               blow
               her
               Trumpe
               to
               dash
               my
               courage
               cleane
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               sickenesse
               had
               consumde
               my
               subiects
               quite
               ,
            
             
               The
               Picts
               with
               pride
               did
               haste
               to
               spoile
               my
               land
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               no
               men
               ,
               nor
               meanes
               with
               them
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               I
               sent
               and
               did
               obtaine
               a
               band
            
             
               Of
               Saxons
               ,
               such
               as
               did
               the
               Picts
               withstand
               .
            
             
               Whose
               helpe
               that
               I
               when
               need
               requir'd
               might
               haue
               ,
            
             
               I
               gaue
               them
               Kent
               ,
               a
               countrey
               passing
               braue
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               Saxons
               were
               a
               crew
               of
               warrelike
               wights
               ,
            
             
               They
               liu'd
               by
               spoile
               ,
               and
               had
               no
               biding
               place
               ,
            
             
               They
               were
               of
               truth
               a
               troupe
               of
               Martial
               knights
               ,
            
             
               Which
               seru'd
               for
               pay
               where
               Mars
               extold
               his
               Mace.
            
             
               Saxons
               indeed
               they
               were
               of
               royal
               race
               ,
            
             
               They
               Angli
               hight
               ,
               a
               stocke
               of
               worthy
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Of
               them
               this
               realme
               of
               England
               tooke
               her
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               These
               Angli
               brought
               the
               Britaine
               's
               to
               the
               bay
               ,
            
             
               We
               Welchmen
               call'd
               ,
               to
               Wales
               they
               did
               vs
               driue
               ,
            
             
               They
               brought
               sixe
               sorts
               of
               Saxons
               to
               decay
               ,
            
             
               And
               got
               the
               Goale
               for
               which
               they
               long
               did
               striue
               .
            
             
               Of
               other
               stockes
               they
               left
               not
               one
               aliue
               ,
            
             
               They
               all
               this
               Realme
               did
               plant
               with
               Angli
               then
               ,
            
             
               And
               term'd
               themselues
               of
               Angli
               ,
               Englishmen
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               how
               they
               brought
               this
               enterprise
               about
               ,
            
             
               Marke
               well
               the
               sequell
               which
               I
               shall
               recite
               :
            
             
               Hengestus
               he
               the
               Chiefetaine
               of
               the
               rout
               ,
            
             
               A
               suttle
               Sir
               ,
               an
               vndermining
               wight
               ,
            
             
               To
               seed
               my
               vaines
               he
               tooke
               a
               great
               delight
               .
            
             
               His
               craftie
               head
               did
               deeme
               it
               the
               best
               way
               ,
            
             
               With
               pleasant
               baits
               to
               make
               my
               crowne
               his
               pray
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               me
               his
               King
               inuited
               to
               a
               feast
               ,
            
             
               A
               feast
               in
               faith
               ,
               which
               forst
               my
               finall
               fall
               :
            
             
               Where
               Cupids
               curse
               constrain'd
               me
               like
               a
               beast
               ,
            
             
               From
               Pallas
               Prince
               to
               giue
               the
               golden
               Ball.
            
             
               For
               Venus
               vants
               to
               Helene
               threw
               my
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               heauenly
               hue
               ,
               whose
               beauty
               fresh
               and
               faire
            
             
               Was
               burnisht
               bright
               like
               Phoebus
               in
               the
               aire
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               being
               set
               at
               Bacchus
               banquetting
               ,
            
             
               His
               daughter
               deckt
               with
               Natures
               Tapistrie
               ,
            
             
               And
               trimly
               trickt
               with
               euery
               other
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Which
               might
               delight
               a
               louers
               fantasie
               :
            
             
               Why
               should
               mans
               mind
               to
               loue
               thus
               subiect
               be
               ?
            
             
               I
               had
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               passing
               princely
               peece
               ,
            
             
               Which
               far
               did
               passe
               that
               gallant
               Girle
               of
               Greece
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               from
               my
               wife
               (
               the
               worthiest
               Queene
               aliue
               ,
               )
            
             
               My
               fancies
               fell
               ,
               I
               loth'd
               her
               louely
               bed
               :
            
             
               How
               I
               Hengestus
               daughter
               might
               atchieue
            
             
               Was
               all
               my
               care
               ,
               I
               did
               this
               Damsell
               wed
               ,
            
             
               My
               wife
               diuorst
               ,
               I
               had
               her
               in
               the
               sted
               .
            
             
               Her
               louely
               lookes
               ,
               her
               pretie
               pleasant
               cheare
               ,
            
             
               Made
               me
               esteeme
               her
               only
               loue
               most
               deare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               wore
               the
               crowne
               ,
               her
               wil
               did
               rule
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               her
               demaund
               I
               neuer
               did
               deny
               :
            
             
               What
               she
               allow'd
               I
               did
               esteeme
               that
               best
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               her
               Father
               Hengest
               did
               espie
               ,
            
             
               He
               had
               the
               pray
               for
               which
               he
               long
               did
               prie
               .
            
             
               He
               made
               his
               hay
               whilst
               weather
               faier
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               her
               meanes
               he
               brought
               it
               thus
               to
               passe
               :
            
          
           
             
               That
               Britaines
               we
               with
               toile
               should
               till
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               They
               Saxons
               would
               defend
               our
               wealth
               with
               warre
               :
            
             
               Which
               granted
               once
               ,
               they
               did
               inhabit
               round
            
             
               About
               my
               realme
               ,
               and
               might
               both
               make
               and
               marre
               .
            
             
               New
               Saxons
               in
               my
               realme
               arriued
               were
               ,
            
             
               By
               meanes
               whereof
               my
               Britaines
               did
               suspect
            
             
               The
               Saxons
               sleights
               ,
               and
               did
               their
               deedes
               detect
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               they
               good
               men
               to
               me
               their
               king
               complaind
               ,
            
             
               These
               men
               ,
               quoth
               they
               ,
               from
               vs
               our
               realme
               wil
               win
               ,
            
             
               Except
               they
               from
               our
               frontiers
               be
               refraind
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               they
               told
               ,
               my
               wife
               she
               was
               within
               ,
            
             
               O
               husband
               deare
               ,
               they
               be
               (
               saide
               she
               )
               my
               kin
               ,
            
             
               Cease
               of
               thy
               force
               thy
               faithful
               dreades
               to
               feare
               ,
            
             
               They
               meane
               no
               hurt
               ,
               by
               Ioue
               the
               iust
               I
               sweare
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               I
               esteemed
               not
               my
               subiects
               health
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               might
               still
               my
               Ladies
               loue
               enioy
               ,
            
             
               They
               view'd
               me
               carelesse
               of
               my
               common
               wealth
               ,
            
             
               To
               saue
               themselues
               they
               meant
               me
               to
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               eldest
               sonne
               a
               proper
               prety
               boy
               ,
            
             
               They
               made
               their
               king
               ,
               and
               me
               for
               my
               desart
               ,
            
             
               They
               did
               depriue
               :
               with
               paine
               which
               pincht
               my
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               Vortiger
               my
               sonne
               and
               king
               pursude
            
             
               The
               Saxons
               sore
               ,
               and
               did
               amaze
               them
               much
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               my
               wife
               his
               mother
               lawe
               indude
            
             
               With
               diuellish
               spite
               ,
               against
               the
               youth
               did
               grutch
               ,
            
             
               She
               him
               destroi'd
               ,
               her
               good
               successe
               was
               such
               :
            
             
               When
               he
               seuen
               yeares
               had
               raign'd
               with
               great
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               With
               poyson
               she
               depriu'd
               him
               of
               his
               crowne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               to
               obtaine
               the
               seate
               from
               whence
               I
               fell
               ,
            
             
               With
               sacred
               oath
               I
               solemnely
               did
               sweare
               ,
            
             
               To
               end
               the
               worke
               ,
               which
               was
               begun
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               subdue
               the
               Saxons
               euery
               where
               .
            
             
               The
               Britaine
               's
               to
               my
               Kingly
               crowne
               did
               reare
            
             
               Me
               quickly
               then
               ,
               I
               at
               the
               first
               ,
               by
               might
            
             
               Defaste
               my
               foes
               in
               euery
               fray
               and
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               lothsome
               Luck
               did
               turne
               her
               whirling
               wheele
               ,
            
             
               With
               treason
               trust
               intrapt
               did
               me
               betray
               ,
            
             
               Hatefull
               Mishap
               she
               had
               me
               by
               the
               heele
               ,
            
             
               And
               clapt
               me
               close
               in
               dungeon
               of
               decay
               ,
            
             
               To
               Hengest
               now
               I
               must
               a
               ransome
               pay
               .
            
             
               And
               if
               I
               lou'd
               my
               life
               and
               libertie
               ,
            
             
               I
               needs
               must
               grant
               all
               he
               doth
               aske
               of
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               changed
               chance
               of
               Mars
               his
               warres
               ,
               hath
               made
            
             
               Me
               of
               a
               King
               a
               Captaines
               prisoner
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               there
               must
               now
               fower
               Shires
               be
               paide
               ,
            
             
               Northfolke
               ,
               Southfolk
               ,
               Southsex
               and
               Kent
               they
               were
               ,
            
             
               Me
               to
               release
               from
               out
               my
               caue
               of
               care
               .
            
             
               Which
               being
               done
               ,
               I
               led
               my
               life
               in
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               And
               fled
               for
               feare
               to
               Wales
               with
               all
               my
               rout
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereas
               I
               found
               a
               place
               that
               pleasde
               me
               much
               ,
            
             
               The
               situation
               seem'd
               so
               passing
               strong
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               me
               thought
               might
               not
               annoy
               it
               much
               ,
            
             
               A
               castle
               there
               I
               built
               :
               it
               were
               too
               long
            
             
               Heere
               to
               repeate
               ,
               silence
               shall
               do
               no
               wrong
            
             
               To
               Marlain
               ,
               he
               who
               wonders
               there
               hath
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               If
               ancient
               writ
               to
               vs
               the
               truth
               hath
               taught
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               I
               had
               built
               my
               Princely
               bower
               there
               ,
            
             
               In
               bloodie
               fields
               I
               meant
               no
               more
               to
               striue
               :
            
             
               But
               true
               report
               did
               dash
               my
               present
               cheere
               .
            
             
               In
               Totnesse
               hauen
               two
               brethren
               did
               arriue
               ,
            
             
               Which
               quickly
               would
               from
               that
               my
               fort
               me
               driue
               ,
            
             
               The
               brethren
               both
               of
               Constantine
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               Peccaui
               they
               did
               meane
               to
               make
               me
               sing
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               From
               worse
               to
               worse
               ,
               seldome
               is
               better
               seene
               ,
            
             
               Our
               present
               ioyes
               hereafter
               thralles
               do
               thret
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               who
               now
               doth
               flourish
               fresh
               and
               greene
               ,
            
             
               Must
               fade
               and
               fall
               as
               Hyems
               frosts
               do
               fret
            
             
               Dame
               Floraes
               fields
               ,
               or
               as
               the
               raine
               with
               wet
            
             
               In
               dropping
               daies
               the
               pleasant
               plains
               doth
               drowne
               ,
            
             
               So
               ruthfull
               men
               bereaue
               vs
               of
               renowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Men
               may
               therefore
               like
               Marmaids
               euer
               mourne
               ,
            
             
               The
               shining
               Sunne
               who
               do
               so
               much
               delight
               ,
            
             
               That
               aye
               they
               waile
               like
               Furies
               quite
               forlorne
               .
            
             
               When
               Sol
               doth
               shine
               ,
               when
               Titans
               beames
               be
               bright
               ,
            
             
               They
               feare
               the
               stormes
               that
               may
               hereafter
               light
               ,
            
             
               They
               weepe
               because
               they
               must
               the
               Sunne
               forgo
               ,
            
             
               When
               stormes
               do
               fall
               ,
               they
               waile
               their
               present
               wo.
               
            
          
           
             
               So
               mortall
               man
               with
               malice
               all
               bested
               ,
            
             
               When
               good
               successe
               doth
               sound
               a
               blessed
               blast
               ,
            
             
               With
               brinish
               teares
               then
               may
               they
               eate
               their
               bread
               .
            
             
               For
               happie
               daies
               from
               man
               doth
               flee
               as
               fast
            
             
               As
               powders
               force
               from
               peece
               doth
               pellet
               cast
               ,
            
             
               And
               troubles
               tedious
               time
               with
               paselesse
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Once
               wonne
               (
               alas
               )
               will
               neuer
               walke
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               I
               in
               maze
               of
               trouble
               heere
               did
               toile
               ,
            
             
               Iudge
               you
               which
               see
               me
               trauise
               in
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               I
               was
               inforst
               to
               finall
               foile
               ,
            
             
               Not
               now
               ,
               for
               now
               although
               it
               doth
               me
               shame
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               declare
               ,
               how
               I
               was
               fri'd
               with
               flame
               .
            
             
               For
               Ambrose
               he
               and
               
                 Vter
                 Pendragon
              
               ,
            
             
               My
               castle
               burnt
               ,
               me
               and
               my
               men
               each
               one
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               Ambrose
               with
               his
               brothers
               crowne
               was
               crown'd
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               from
               him
               had
               reaft
               against
               all
               right
               .
            
             
               So
               now
               you
               see
               vpon
               what
               slipperie
               ground
            
             
               They
               stand
               ,
               which
               do
               extoll
               themselues
               by
               might
               ,
            
             
               Their
               wandring
               feete
               do
               walke
               as
               in
               the
               night
               ,
            
             
               Their
               stumbling
               steps
               their
               guiltie
               minds
               do
               feare
               ,
            
             
               They
               daily
               see
               the
               blocke
               of
               bale
               appeare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               scalding
               sighes
               they
               do
               themselues
               consume
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               to
               fall
               doth
               yeeld
               none
               other
               fruit
               ,
            
             
               They
               rage
               with
               wrath
               ,
               they
               daily
               fret
               and
               fume
               ,
            
             
               Ruthfull
               reuenge
               them
               alwaies
               hath
               in
               sute
               ,
            
             
               And
               right
               in
               time
               makes
               might
               both
               mum
               and
               mute
               :
            
             
               For
               that
               which
               might
               by
               secret
               meanes
               hath
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               By
               tract
               of
               time
               to
               open
               shew
               is
               brought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vsurpers
               then
               do
               reape
               their
               right
               reward
               ,
            
             
               The
               foile
               once
               felt
               ,
               they
               feele
               how
               vile
               and
               vaine
            
             
               It
               is
               ,
               to
               be
               to
               high
               degrees
               prefer'd
            
             
               By
               lawlesse
               meanes
               they
               find
               what
               pinching
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Amid'st
               the
               minds
               of
               such
               men
               do
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               They
               alwaies
               throng'd
               with
               cruell
               thretting
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               Do
               feed
               vpon
               none
               other
               food
               but
               gall
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               proofe
               whereof
               a
               plat
               ,
               a
               paterne
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               The
               ruthfull
               race
               I
               Vortiger
               haue
               run
               ,
            
             
               Desciphers
               so
               ,
               that
               man
               may
               see
               how
               vaine
            
             
               A
               thing
               it
               is
               his
               former
               Fate
               to
               shun
               :
            
             
               Honor
               obtain'd
               (
               alas
               )
               what
               haue
               we
               won
               ?
            
             
               A
               hidious
               heape
               of
               cruell
               carking
               care
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               consume
               mans
               life
               doth
               neuer
               spare
               .
            
          
           
             Thomas
             Blener
             Hasset
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             VTER
             PENDRAGON
             WAS
             INAMOVRED
             ON
             the
             wife
             of
             Gorolus
             Duke
             of
             Cornewall
             ,
             whom
             
               he
               slew
               ,
               and
               after
               was
               poisoned
               by
               the
               Saxons
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             500.
             
          
           
             
               WE
               leade
               our
               liues
               by
               fancies
               fond
               delight
               ,
            
             
               For
               kingdomes
               some
               do
               busie
               much
               their
               braine
               ,
            
             
               But
               Cupids
               curse
               that
               wretched
               little
               wight
               ,
            
             
               That
               blinded
               boy
               vnto
               my
               pinching
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Dub'd
               me
               a
               Knight
               of
               daintie
               Venus
               traine
               ,
            
             
               Where
               beames
               of
               Beautie
               brought
               me
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               To
               cast
               my
               care
               to
               please
               my
               Ladies
               eye
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               Beautie
               braue
               ,
               thy
               gladsome
               glittering
               gleames
               ,
            
             
               With
               smiling
               cheare
               and
               wildie
               winking
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               drowne
               with
               dole
               amidst
               the
               surging
               streames
            
             
               Of
               deepe
               despaire
               ,
               the
               wights
               which
               be
               most
               wise
               .
            
             
               Aye
               me
               ,
               my
               wit
               ,
               my
               pen
               cannot
               deuise
            
             
               Of
               Beautie
               braue
               to
               make
               a
               true
               discourse
               ,
            
             
               To
               thinke
               thereof
               I
               feele
               my selfe
               the
               worse
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               Pendragon
               of
               Britaine
               crowned
               King
               ,
            
             
               The
               fretting
               force
               of
               Beauties
               hatefull
               hew
               ,
            
             
               Those
               frying
               flames
               I
               felt
               ,
               that
               hatefull
               sting
               ,
            
             
               That
               wounds
               my
               fame
               ,
               which
               now
               too
               late
               I
               rew
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               with
               delight
               I
               did
               thy
               vanting
               view
               ,
            
             
               I
               like
               the
               Hauke
               which
               soares
               in
               good
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Did
               spie
               a
               Stale
               ,
               I
               stoopt
               ,
               and
               tooke
               a
               Mate
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               at
               what
               time
               the
               Saxons
               did
               assaile
            
             
               My
               Britaine
               state
               ,
               and
               tooke
               each
               man
               a
               share
               ,
            
             
               My
               kingdome
               they
               euen
               for
               their
               best
               auaile
               ,
            
             
               Did
               then
               diuide
               :
               for
               which
               with
               carking
               care
            
             
               Them
               thence
               to
               driue
               ,
               I
               did
               my
               powre
               prepare
               .
            
             
               And
               being
               come
               to
               Cornewall
               with
               my
               band
               ,
            
             
               I
               ment
               to
               haue
               Duke
               Gorolus
               helping
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               in
               the
               Church
               I
               set
               to
               sacrifice
               ,
            
             
               Those
               holy
               vowes
               ,
               which
               victories
               require
               :
            
             
               Euen
               whil'st
               I
               did
               with
               all
               my
               heart
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               How
               to
               subdue
               my
               foes
               with
               sword
               and
               speare
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               then
               there
               did
               this
               peerelesse
               Pearle
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               Duke
               Gorolus
               wife
               ,
               whose
               gallant
               gate
               and
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Stealing
               mine
               heart
               ,
               my
               honor
               did
               deface
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               Vortiger
               my
               brother
               did
               oppresse
               ,
            
             
               In
               exile
               then
               my
               youthfull
               yeares
               were
               spent
               ,
            
             
               At
               my
               returne
               his
               fault
               he
               did
               confesse
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               his
               crowne
               the
               crowne
               in
               haste
               I
               sent
               .
            
             
               Then
               my
               delight
               was
               in
               the
               dierie
               dent
            
             
               Of
               wrackfull
               warre
               ,
               but
               now
               transform'd
               I
               stand
               ,
            
             
               The
               ancient
               Oke
               must
               grow
               now
               like
               a
               wand
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               maruail'd
               much
               how
               Syrens
               songs
               might
               please
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               I
               muse
               that
               Circes
               forcerie
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               not
               from
               euery
               man
               bereaue
               his
               ease
               .
            
             
               Calipsoes
               cups
               with
               poisoned
               treacherie
               ,
            
             
               Cannot
               so
               much
               abridge
               mans
               libertie
               ,
            
             
               As
               Syrens
               songs
               ,
               and
               Circes
               suttle
               art
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               chaunting
               charmes
               inwrapt
               with
               wo
               my
               heart
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vlysses
               sayling
               by
               the
               perillous
               place
               ,
            
             
               Where
               these
               to
               please
               the
               passers
               by
               ,
               did
               play
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Lady
               Loue
               doth
               vant
               with
               garish
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Her
               daintie
               Damsels
               gallant
               Girles
               ,
               and
               gay
               ,
            
             
               Inticing
               trulles
               ,
               they
               causde
               the
               Greeke
               to
               say
               ,
            
             
               With
               cables
               come
               and
               tie
               me
               to
               this
               Mast
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               I
               my selfe
               to
               pleasures
               Court
               me
               cast
               .
            
          
           
             
               Muse
               not
               therefore
               though
               feature
               fine
               of
               face
               ,
            
             
               Though
               comely
               corps
               ,
               and
               trim
               inticing
               cheere
               ,
            
             
               Made
               me
               obey
               Sir
               Cupids
               mightie
               Mace
               :
            
             
               The
               force
               whereof
               Vlysses
               wise
               did
               feare
               .
            
             
               He
               sail'd
               aloofe
               ,
               he
               from
               these
               bankes
               did
               beare
            
             
               His
               shaking
               ship
               ,
               but
               other
               many
               moe
            
             
               Did
               there
               arriue
               ,
               and
               weau'd
               the
               web
               of
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               Salomon
               did
               reape
               the
               crop
               of
               care
               ,
            
             
               There
               Dauid
               lou'd
               as
               I
               ,
               Vrias
               wife
               ,
            
             
               There
               Samson
               strong
               was
               snarled
               in
               the
               snare
               ,
            
             
               There
               Paris
               liu'd
               ,
               euen
               there
               he
               lost
               his
               life
               ,
            
             
               There
               Helens
               hate
               ,
               brought
               Troy
               her
               finall
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Alcides
               he
               the
               mightie
               Hercules
            
             
               There
               to
               arriue
               ,
               did
               find
               it
               dangerous
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               learn'd
               with
               losse
               of
               my
               renowne
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               who
               doth
               delight
               in
               lawlesse
               loue
               ,
            
             
               Must
               play
               the
               foole
               ere
               all
               the
               parts
               be
               past
               ,
            
             
               And
               taste
               the
               sauce
               prepar'd
               for
               his
               behoue
               .
            
             
               Let
               men
               take
               heed
               how
               they
               their
               fancies
               moue
               ,
            
             
               Let
               man
               beware
               where
               he
               doth
               cast
               his
               eie
               ,
            
             
               The
               limed
               bird
               doth
               proue
               in
               vaine
               to
               flie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               ancient
               Rome
               ,
               thou
               did'stordaine
               of
               yore
               ,
            
             
               That
               women
               should
               no
               banquetting
               frequent
               ,
            
             
               At
               Rome
               she
               was
               esteem'd
               a
               harlot
               whore
               ,
            
             
               If
               from
               her
               house
               without
               her
               veile
               she
               went
               ,
            
             
               Which
               lawes
               no
               doubt
               were
               made
               to
               good
               intent
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               the
               beames
               of
               beauties
               sanguin'd
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Basiliske
               doth
               spoile
               the
               gazing
               wight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Therefore
               the
               maids
               ,
               and
               Roman
               matrons
               all
               ,
            
             
               A
               shadowing
               veile
               before
               their
               face
               did
               weare
               ,
            
             
               Their
               heauenly
               hue
               did
               throw
               no
               man
               to
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               They
               were
               content
               with
               plaine
               and
               decent
               geare
               ,
            
             
               They
               huft
               it
               not
               with
               painted
               frisled
               heare
               .
            
             
               The
               married
               wife
               ,
               the
               matron
               ,
               and
               the
               maid
               ,
            
             
               They
               of
               their
               veiles
               were
               glad
               and
               well
               apaid
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               women
               thus
               had
               walked
               in
               my
               time
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               not
               stoopt
               vnto
               that
               painted
               lure
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               intice
               me
               to
               commit
               the
               crime
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               the
               pearch
               of
               leaudnesse
               ti'd
               me
               sure
               ,
            
             
               For
               her
               disport
               my
               Ladie
               could
               procure
            
             
               The
               wretched
               wings
               of
               this
               my
               muting
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Restlesse
               to
               seeke
               her
               emptie
               fist
               to
               find
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               thus
               arriu'd
               in
               Pleasures
               cursed
               court
               ,
            
             
               I
               lothed
               Mars
               ,
               I
               hated
               Mercurie
               ,
            
             
               It
               was
               me
               thought
               a
               passing
               pleasant
               sport
               ,
            
             
               Leauing
               the
               fields
               at
               Bacchus
               brauerie
               ,
            
             
               Sometime
               to
               sit
               vpon
               my
               mistresse
               knee
               ,
            
             
               Where
               that
               I
               might
               be
               at
               my
               pleasure
               plaste
               ,
            
             
               I
               sent
               the
               Duke
               away
               to
               warres
               in
               haste
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               which
               haue
               plaid
               with
               pleasures
               banding
               balles
               ,
            
             
               You
               know
               the
               life
               which
               lingring
               louers
               lead
               ,
            
             
               You
               know
               how
               sweet
               it
               is
               to
               scale
               the
               walles
            
             
               Of
               her
               good
               will
               ,
               who
               liu'd
               in
               feare
               and
               dread
               ,
            
             
               You
               know
               right
               well
               how
               well
               those
               wights
               haue
               sped
               ,
            
             
               Who
               haue
               at
               last
               by
               drifts
               of
               long
               delay
               ,
            
             
               Their
               hoped
               meed
               ,
               and
               wished
               pleasant
               pray
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Vnconquered
               beautie
               whence
               had'st
               thou
               that
               power
            
             
               To
               make
               stout
               Vter
               stoope
               to
               his
               owne
               shame
               ,
            
             
               That
               neuer
               stoopt
               to
               foes
               ?
               why
               for
               that
               flower
            
             
               Of
               sweete
               delight
               in
               Igren
               that
               faire
               Dame
            
             
               Did
               I
               forgoe
               the
               golden
               flower
               of
               fame
               ?
            
             
               Victorious
               beautie
               and
               base
               yeelding
               lust
            
             
               Did
               cast
               great
               Vters
               conquests
               in
               the
               dust
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               no
               such
               blame
               as
               writers
               do
               record
            
             
               Do
               I
               deserue
               for
               this
               vnhappie
               deed
               :
            
             
               Proud
               Gorolus
               the
               bright-cheekt
               Igrens
               Lord
            
             
               Receiu'd
               no
               wrong
               but
               his
               owne
               merits
               meed
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               the
               field
               I
               made
               his
               heart
               to
               bleed
               ,
            
             
               If
               thoughts
               of
               treason
               merit
               death
               and
               shame
               ,
            
             
               His
               trecherous
               deeds
               did
               well
               deserue
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               gracelesse
               treason
               he
               in
               act
               did
               show
            
             
               For
               when
               I
               sent
               him
               to
               Nathaliod
               hight
            
             
               In
               bloodie
               field
               against
               the
               Saxon
               foe
               ,
            
             
               He
               swolne
               in
               heart
               with
               enuie
               and
               despight
            
             
               Of
               his
               associates
               good
               did
               leaue
               the
               fight
               ,
            
             
               And
               leauing
               stout
               Nathaliod
               for
               a
               pray
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               foes
               ,
               from
               field
               he
               fled
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               which
               enforc'd
               I
               was
               with
               Mars
               to
               rise
            
             
               From
               Venus
               bed
               ,
               and
               arme
               me
               for
               the
               field
               ,
            
             
               Where
               like
               a
               storme
               in
               thunder
               clad
               from
               skies
            
             
               Vpon
               my
               foes
               I
               fell
               ,
               they
               could
               not
               shield
            
             
               Themselues
               from
               death
               ,
               few
               scap't
               that
               did
               not
               yeeld
               .
            
             
               Occa
               and
               Ossa
               both
               I
               downe
               did
               bring
               ,
            
             
               And
               led
               them
               captiue
               like
               a
               conquering
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
               Againe
               I
               then
               gan
               thinke
               vpon
               my
               loue
            
             
               Vpon
               mine
               Igren
               deare
               ,
               against
               whose
               Lord
            
             
               I
               finding
               cause
               ,
               for
               that
               he
               late
               did
               proue
            
             
               Faithlesse
               to
               me
               ,
               did
               with
               my
               lust
               accord
            
             
               Gainst
               him
               ,
               as
               '
               against
               my
               foe
               to
               draw
               my
               sword
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               by
               his
               castle
               called
               Dunilioc
               ,
            
             
               I
               slew
               with
               blade
               in
               battailes
               bloodie
               stroke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               did
               I
               take
               mine
               Igren
               as
               mine
               owne
            
             
               And
               crown'd
               her
               Queene
               in
               my
               Emperiall
               chaire
               ,
            
             
               On
               whom
               great
               Arthur
               I
               begot
               anone
               .
            
             
               And
               after
               him
               my
               Anna
               hight
               the
               faire
               ,
            
             
               In
               seeming
               blisse
               I
               long
               liu'd
               void
               of
               care
               ,
            
             
               For
               thrice
               nine
               yeares
               with
               Igren
               I
               did
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               And
               '
               gainst
               the
               Saxons
               did
               my
               state
               maintaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               for
               the
               rape
               of
               Gorolus
               his
               wife
            
             
               The
               heauens
               did
               powre
               downe
               vengeance
               on
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               I
               by
               vntimely
               death
               did
               end
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               My
               said
               soule
               hence
               enforc'd
               by
               poison
               fled
               ,
            
             
               By
               Saxons
               wrought
               ,
               who
               often
               wish'd
               me
               dead
               ,
            
             
               And
               left
               behind
               for
               all
               my
               deeds
               of
               fame
            
             
               Iust
               cause
               for
               writers
               pens
               to
               speake
               my
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Learne
               they
               which
               liue
               in
               high
               or
               low
               degree
               ,
            
             
               To
               flee
               the
               foile
               which
               I
               by
               folly
               felt
               :
            
             
               Let
               them
               refraine
               those
               loftie
               Dames
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               They
               know
               how
               loftie
               lookes
               with
               me
               haue
               delt
               ,
            
             
               You
               see
               how
               sight
               did
               make
               my
               honor
               melt
               .
            
             
               Let
               all
               men
               know
               ,
               mans
               heart
               did
               neuer
               rue
            
             
               The
               thing
               which
               he
               with
               sight
               did
               neuer
               view
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               how
               may
               men
               the
               sight
               of
               Beautie
               shun
            
             
               In
               England
               ,
               at
               this
               present
               dismall
               day
               ?
            
             
               All
               void
               of
               veiles
               (
               like
               Layes
               )
               where
               Ladies
               run
            
             
               And
               rome
               about
               at
               euery
               feast
               and
               play
               ,
            
             
               They
               wandring
               walke
               in
               euery
               streete
               and
               way
               :
            
             
               With
               loftie
               luring
               lookes
               they
               bounsing
               braue
               ,
            
             
               The
               highest
               place
               in
               all
               mens
               sight
               must
               haue
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               pride
               they
               pranke
               to
               please
               the
               wandring
               eye
               ,
            
             
               With
               garish
               grace
               they
               smile
               ,
               they
               iet
               ,
               they
               iest
               :
            
             
               O
               English
               Dames
               ,
               your
               lightnesse
               verily
               ,
            
             
               The
               Curtizans
               of
               Rome
               do
               much
               detest
               ,
            
             
               In
               closets
               close
               to
               liue
               they
               count
               it
               best
               .
            
             
               They
               giue
               not
               grace
               to
               euery
               wandring
               wight
               ,
            
             
               Your
               smiling
               cheere
               doth
               euery
               man
               delight
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Poets
               gods
               Saturne
               ,
               and
               Iupiter
               ,
            
             
               To
               Beauties
               becke
               their
               highnesse
               did
               obay
               ,
            
             
               Pluto
               of
               hell
               did
               plead
               at
               Beauties
               bar
               ,
            
             
               And
               Phillis
               causde
               Demophoon
               to
               stay
               :
            
             
               Pasiphäe
               a
               Bull
               brought
               to
               the
               bay
               .
            
             
               So
               gods
               and
               diuels
               ,
               both
               men
               and
               beasts
               ,
               they
               all
            
             
               By
               womens
               wiles
               are
               slaues
               to
               Beauties
               thrall
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               gaine
               is
               got
               by
               light
               and
               wanton
               waies
               ?
            
             
               You
               reape
               reproch
               ,
               a
               guerdon
               got
               thereby
               :
            
             
               Men
               by
               your
               meanes
               do
               cause
               their
               owne
               decay
               ,
            
             
               And
               you
               your selues
               all
               soust
               in
               sinne
               must
               die
               .
            
             
               Refraine
               therefore
               to
               please
               mans
               gazing
               eie
               ,
            
             
               Let
               men
               likewise
               the
               baited
               hookes
               refraine
            
             
               Of
               luring
               lookes
               ,
               their
               vanting
               vowes
               be
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             Thomas
             Blener
             Hasset
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             CADWALLADER
             THE
             LAST
             KING
             OF
             THE
             Britaines
             was
             expelled
             by
             the
             Saxons
             ,
             went
             
               to
               Rome
               ,
               and
               there
               liued
               in
               a
               religious
               house
               .
            
          
           
             YOu
             mourning
             Muses
             all
             ,
             where
             euer
             you
             remaine
             ,
          
           
             Assist
             my
             sobbing
             soule
             this
             driery
             tale
             to
             tell
             :
          
           
             You
             furious
             Furies
             fierce
             of
             Lymbo
             Lake
             below
             ,
          
           
             Helpe
             to
             vnlade
             my
             brest
             of
             all
             the
             bale
             it
             beares
             :
          
           
             And
             you
             who
             felt
             the
             fall
             from
             honors
             high
             renowne
             :
          
           
             From
             graues
             you
             grizlie
             ghosts
             send
             forth
             ,
             to
             helpe
             me
             mourne
             .
          
           
             O
             Pallas
             ,
             giue
             thou
             place
             ,
             that
             mourning
             Clio
             may
          
           
             On
             Lute
             lamenting
             ,
             sound
             and
             sing
             my
             dolefull
             dumps
             .
          
           
             Let
             riming
             meetered
             lines
             and
             pleasant
             musike
             cease
             :
          
           
             Let
             Satyres
             solemne
             sound
             send
             forth
             the
             fall
             I
             felt
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             truth
             of
             all
             my
             Tragedie
             is
             knowne
             ,
          
           
             Let
             them
             that
             liue
             then
             learne
             ,
             all
             things
             must
             haue
             an
             end
             ,
          
           
             The
             Persian
             Monarch
             and
             the
             Medes
             it
             downe
             did
             fall
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             Assyria
             ,
             in
             tract
             of
             time
             did
             end
             :
          
           
           
             Yea
             Alexanders
             force
             in
             fight
             subdu'd
             them
             both
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             the
             world
             so
             wide
             into
             one
             Monarchie
             .
          
           
             What
             though
             the
             fretting
             force
             of
             Fate
             did
             him
             dismay
             ?
          
           
             He
             felt
             at
             last
             the
             foile
             ,
             his
             vanting
             was
             in
             vaine
             ,
          
           
             He
             dead
             ,
             the
             world
             it
             was
             diuided
             as
             before
             .
          
           
             The
             Roman
             Emperie
             came
             tumbling
             downe
             at
             last
             .
          
           
             And
             where
             is
             Troy
             ,
             and
             Greece
             ,
             and
             mightie
             Macedon
             ?
          
           
             They
             flourisht
             for
             a
             time
             like
             this
             my
             little
             I
             le
             :
          
           
             The
             Soldion
             brought
             them
             downe
             ,
             and
             did
             their
             states
             destroy
             :
          
           
             Euen
             so
             the
             Saxons
             brought
             the
             Britaine
             's
             to
             the
             bay
             ,
          
           
             Euen
             these
             mine
             eyes
             did
             see
             ,
             that
             hatefull
             hidious
             sight
             ,
          
           
             These
             feeble
             hands
             ,
             when
             long
             they
             labour'd
             had
             in
             vaine
             ,
          
           
             Did
             yeeld
             their
             interest
             :
             then
             thus
             I
             did
             complaine
             :
          
           
             Who
             can
             refraine
             the
             force
             of
             mightie
             mounting
             seas
             ?
          
           
             When
             billowes
             make
             a
             breach
             and
             beate
             the
             bankes
             adowne
             ,
          
           
             Doth
             not
             the
             saltish
             surge
             then
             beat
             the
             bankes
             adowne
             ?
          
           
             Then
             man
             may
             not
             withstand
             the
             rigor
             of
             their
             rage
             .
          
           
             But
             wisdome
             would
             haue
             kept
             the
             waues
             within
             their
             bounds
             :
          
           
             Counsell
             doth
             come
             too
             late
             ,
             when
             hope
             of
             helpe
             is
             past
             .
          
           
             Such
             was
             my
             filthie
             fate
             ,
             my
             leaud
             and
             lothsome
             lucke
             :
          
           
             I
             sought
             a
             salue
             to
             cure
             and
             helpe
             the
             helpelesse
             wound
             .
          
           
             For
             long
             before
             my
             time
             ,
             seuen
             Kings
             were
             setled
             heere
             ,
          
           
             The
             Saxons
             such
             as
             dwelt
             by
             East
             ,
             Sibertus
             rul'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             Angles
             in
             the
             East
             ,
             Redwallus
             rul'd
             as
             King
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Ethelbert
             was
             King
             of
             all
             the
             coast
             of
             Kent
             ,
          
           
             In
             Southsex
             Ethelwolfus
             wore
             the
             regall
             crowne
             :
          
           
             Then
             Quincillinus
             was
             a
             Saxon
             King
             by
             West
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Martia
             in
             the
             mid'st
             King
             Penda
             was
             the
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             And
             Edwin
             in
             Northumberland
             did
             rule
             and
             raigne
             ,
          
           
             How
             did
             my
             Grandsire
             grand
             renowned
             Arthur
             he
          
           
             These
             seuen
             destroy
             with
             deadly
             field
             of
             wrackfull
             warre
             ?
          
           
             But
             Mordred
             made
             the
             meane
             ,
             that
             brought
             them
             in
             againe
             :
          
           
             Vortiporus
             with
             warre
             almost
             consum'd
             them
             all
             .
          
           
             Then
             Malgo
             he
             with
             peace
             restor'd
             againe
             their
             state
             ,
          
           
             Cariticus
             the
             sinne
             of
             ciuill
             strise
             did
             loue
             ,
          
           
             For
             which
             Gurmundus
             did
             the
             Britaines
             much
             annoy
             .
          
           
             Then
             Cadwin
             out
             of
             Wales
             King
             Etheldred
             did
             spoile
             ,
          
           
             Cadwalline
             then
             did
             force
             King
             Penda
             to
             a
             foile
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             I
             Cadwallader
             at
             last
             did
             presse
             in
             place
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Lothar
             king
             of
             Kent
             in
             warre
             that
             wretch
             I
             slue
             .
          
           
             And
             Ethiwolne
             the
             king
             of
             South
             saxons
             I
             spoilde
             ,
          
           
             The
             other
             fiue
             did
             me
             inuade
             with
             cruel
             fight
             ,
          
           
             With
             whom
             in
             diuers
             warres
             ,
             I
             diuersly
             did
             speed
             .
          
           
             Somtime
             Bellona
             blew
             a
             blessed
             blast
             for
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             changed
             chance
             somtime
             did
             force
             my
             men
             to
             flee
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             thus
             I
             wag'd
             my
             warres
             in
             secret
             silent
             night
             ,
          
           
             The
             very
             voice
             of
             God
             ,
             it
             thus
             to
             me
             did
             speake
             :
          
           
             Thou
             striu'st
             against
             the
             streame
             ,
             the
             tide
             doth
             beate
             thee
             back
             ,
          
           
             Strike
             thou
             thy
             sailes
             ,
             take
             ancor
             hold
             ,
             els
             must
             thou
             feele
             a
             wrack
             .
          
           
             Which
             saying
             did
             indeed
             amaze
             me
             more
             by
             much
             ,
          
           
             Then
             all
             the
             force
             that
             man
             against
             my
             will
             might
             bend
             :
          
           
             For
             who
             the
             will
             of
             God
             with
             weapons
             may
             resist
             ?
          
           
             And
             when
             as
             sinne
             hath
             sold
             a
             countrey
             to
             decay
             ,
          
           
             Then
             praier
             must
             preuaile
             ,
             for
             weapons
             will
             not
             help
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             end
             is
             come
             ,
             when
             all
             the
             glasse
             is
             runne
             ,
          
           
             Who
             can
             resist
             the
             force
             of
             Fate
             and
             destinies
             ?
          
           
             Who
             things
             forerun
             to
             fall
             from
             falling
             can
             refraine
             ?
          
           
             It
             passeth
             mortall
             might
             to
             bring
             such
             things
             about
             .
          
           
             Let
             man
             content
             himselfe
             to
             do
             what
             best
             he
             may
             ,
          
           
             By
             trying
             too
             too
             much
             ,
             no
             man
             his
             God
             may
             tempt
             ,
          
           
             But
             mortall
             man
             must
             thinke
             that
             God
             the
             best
             doth
             know
             ,
          
           
             Who
             can
             depresse
             to
             dust
             and
             raise
             when
             best
             him
             please
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             I
             thus
             amidst
             my
             musings
             did
             remaine
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             resigne
             my
             crowne
             ,
             and
             deem'd
             al
             honours
             vaine
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             it
             greeu'd
             me
             much
             to
             feele
             the
             fall
             I
             selt
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             was
             I
             well
             content
             ,
             I
             could
             not
             as
             I
             would
             :
          
           
             For
             which
             I
             left
             my
             land
             ,
             my
             people
             ,
             and
             my
             place
             .
          
           
             The
             Saxons
             they
             obtain'd
             the
             wage
             for
             which
             they
             war'd
             .
          
           
             When
             I
             three
             yeares
             had
             raign'd
             ,
             without
             one
             day
             of
             rest
             ,
          
           
             Euen
             then
             in
             mourning
             robes
             at
             Rome
             I
             did
             arriue
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             contemning
             all
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             worldly
             things
             ,
          
           
             I
             made
             my selfe
             a
             Monke
             ,
             (
             cease
             Memory
             to
             muse
             )
          
           
             A
             Monke
             I
             made
             my selfe
             ,
             thou
             knowest
             it
             passing
             plaine
             :
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Friers
             there
             ,
             I
             led
             my
             lingring
             life
             .
          
           
             And
             til
             my
             dying
             day
             I
             daily
             did
             deuise
             ,
          
           
             How
             by
             my
             meanes
             it
             might
             to
             all
             the
             world
             be
             knowne
             .
          
           
           
             That
             mortall
             flesh
             is
             fraile
             ,
             and
             euery
             thing
             must
             fade
             :
          
           
             And
             euen
             amongst
             those
             things
             which
             Nature
             doth
             create
             ,
          
           
             Nothing
             so
             vile
             as
             man
             amongst
             the
             rest
             is
             found
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             Heraclitus
             with
             ceaslesse
             sighes
             to
             waile
             ,
          
           
             He
             to
             his
             dying
             day
             did
             nothing
             els
             but
             weepe
             ,
          
           
             Affirming
             all
             the
             world
             vnder
             the
             heauen
             ,
             to
             be
          
           
             A
             path
             of
             penitence
             ,
             maze
             of
             misery
             .
          
           
             What
             is
             the
             life
             of
             man
             but
             care
             and
             daily
             toile
             ,
          
           
             Bearing
             alwaies
             about
             a
             burthen
             of
             mishappes
             ?
          
           
             All
             his
             delights
             repentance
             daily
             doth
             pursue
             :
          
           
             Nothing
             but
             death
             doth
             bring
             him
             peace
             and
             quiet
             rest
             .
          
           
             Yet
             that
             which
             brings
             him
             blisse
             ,
             he
             most
             of
             all
             doth
             hate
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             Democritus
             with
             mirth
             to
             spend
             his
             daies
             ;
          
           
             He
             laughing
             aie
             ,
             did
             mocke
             the
             madnesse
             of
             mankinde
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             loue
             is
             long
             to
             liue
             ,
             and
             feareth
             much
             to
             die
             :
          
           
             Death
             reaues
             vs
             from
             disease
             ,
             Death
             ends
             the
             feare
             of
             death
             .
          
           
             When
             Midas
             did
             demaund
             Silenus
             ,
             what
             was
             best
          
           
             For
             mortall
             man
             to
             wish
             ,
             the
             Satyr
             thus
             did
             say
             ,
          
           
             Not
             to
             bee
             borne
             ,
             if
             borne
             ,
             not
             long
             our
             liues
             to
             lead
             ,
          
           
             For
             life
             I
             most
             doe
             lothe
             ,
             and
             death
             I
             least
             doe
             dread
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             did
             Timon
             leade
             with
             sauage
             beasts
             his
             life
             ?
          
           
             How
             did
             that
             Hermite
             poore
             ,
             his
             lothsome
             life
             detest
             ?
          
           
             Affirming
             with
             the
             wise
             Aurelius
             Emperour
             ,
          
           
             That
             if
             a
             man
             should
             make
             a
             true
             discourse
             of
             all
          
           
             The
             wretched
             woes
             he
             felt
             ,
             from
             birth
             to
             dying
             day
             ,
          
           
             The
             feeble
             flesh
             would
             faint
             to
             feele
             so
             sharpe
             a
             fight
             ,
          
           
             The
             hart
             would
             quake
             to
             heare
             Dame
             Fortunes
             sharpe
             assaults
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             Cadwallader
             a
             king
             ,
             can
             make
             report
             ,
          
           
             That
             nothing
             may
             content
             the
             minde
             of
             mortall
             man
             :
          
           
             The
             more
             my selfe
             did
             eate
             ,
             the
             hungrier
             ay
             I
             was
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             I
             dranke
             ,
             the
             more
             thirst
             did
             me
             stil
             distresse
             .
          
           
             The
             more
             I
             slept
             ,
             the
             more
             I
             sluggish
             did
             remaine
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             I
             rested
             me
             ,
             the
             more
             I
             wearied
             was
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             of
             wealth
             I
             had
             ,
             the
             more
             I
             did
             desire
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             I
             still
             did
             seeke
             ,
             the
             lesse
             I
             aye
             did
             finde
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             conclude
             ,
             I
             found
             I
             neuer
             could
             obtaine
          
           
             The
             thing
             ,
             but
             in
             the
             end
             it
             causde
             me
             to
             complaine
             :
          
           
             My
             present
             good
             successe
             ,
             did
             threaten
             thrall
             to
             come
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             changing
             chance
             did
             still
             with
             sorow
             me
             consume
             ,
          
           
             For
             which
             my
             royall
             robes
             ,
             my
             crowne
             I
             laid
             aside
             ;
          
           
             Meaning
             to
             proue
             by
             proofe
             the
             paines
             of
             pouertie
             ,
          
           
             Which
             pouertie
             I
             felt
             all
             riches
             to
             exceede
             ,
          
           
             It
             beareth
             much
             more
             blisse
             ,
             then
             high
             and
             courtly
             state
             ,
          
           
             Codrus
             and
             Irus
             poore
             for
             wealth
             did
             farre
             surpasse
          
           
             Midas
             and
             Croesus
             king
             ,
             for
             wealth
             who
             did
             surpasse
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             amongst
             my
             mates
             the
             Romish
             Friers
             ,
             felt
          
           
             More
             ioy
             and
             lesse
             annoy
             ,
             then
             erst
             in
             Britaine
             braue
             .
          
           
             For
             there
             I
             doubted
             still
             ,
             the
             Saxons
             subtile
             sleights
             ,
          
           
             I
             feared
             there
             the
             fall
             from
             royall
             regall
             seat
             :
          
           
             But
             here
             at
             Rome
             I
             liu'd
             not
             fearing
             force
             of
             foe
             ,
          
           
             I
             had
             for
             mine
             estate
             ,
             what
             I
             could
             wish
             or
             craue
             ,
          
           
             And
             this
             I
             there
             did
             finde
             :
             they
             of
             the
             Clergie
             be
             ,
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             men
             that
             liue
             the
             least
             in
             misery
             .
          
           
             For
             all
             men
             liue
             in
             care
             ,
             they
             carelesse
             do
             remaine
             .
          
           
             Like
             buzzing
             Drones
             they
             eate
             the
             hony
             of
             the
             Bee
             ,
          
           
             They
             only
             do
             excell
             for
             fine
             felicitie
             :
          
           
             The
             king
             must
             wage
             his
             warres
             ,
             he
             hath
             no
             quiet
             day
             ,
          
           
             The
             noble
             man
             must
             rule
             with
             care
             the
             common-weale
             ,
          
           
             The
             Countreyman
             must
             toile
             to
             till
             the
             barren
             soile
             ,
          
           
             With
             care
             the
             Merchant
             man
             the
             surging
             seas
             must
             saile
             ,
          
           
             With
             trickling
             droppes
             of
             sweat
             the
             handcrafts
             man
             doth
             thriue
             ▪
          
           
             With
             hand
             as
             hard
             as
             boord
             the
             woorkeman
             eates
             his
             bread
             ,
          
           
             The
             souldier
             in
             the
             field
             with
             paine
             doth
             get
             his
             pay
             ,
          
           
             The
             seruing
             man
             must
             serue
             and
             crouch
             with
             cap
             and
             knee
             ,
          
           
             The
             Lawyer
             he
             must
             pleade
             and
             trudge
             from
             bench
             to
             barre
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Physicke
             doth
             professe
             ,
             he
             is
             not
             void
             of
             care
             :
          
           
             But
             Churchmen
             they
             be
             blest
             ,
             they
             turne
             a
             leafe
             or
             two
             ,
          
           
             They
             sometime
             sing
             a
             Psalme
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             people
             pray
             ,
          
           
             For
             which
             they
             honour
             haue
             ,
             and
             sit
             in
             highest
             place
             ,
          
           
             What
             can
             they
             wish
             or
             seeke
             ,
             that
             is
             not
             hard
             at
             hand
             ?
          
           
             They
             labour
             not
             at
             all
             ,
             they
             know
             no
             kind
             of
             paine
             ,
          
           
             No
             danger
             doth
             with
             dread
             their
             happy
             liues
             distresse
             ,
          
           
             Cease
             you
             therefore
             to
             muse
             what
             madnesse
             made
             me
             leaue
          
           
             The
             Court
             and
             courtly
             pompe
             of
             wearing
             royal
             crowne
             ,
          
           
             No
             madnesse
             did
             that
             deed
             ,
             but
             wisedome
             wisht
             it
             so
             ,
          
           
             I
             gaind
             thereby
             the
             blisse
             which
             few
             before
             me
             felt
             .
          
           
           
             I
             nine
             yeares
             led
             my
             life
             ,
             and
             neuer
             felt
             annoy
             .
          
           
             And
             certainely
             if
             now
             I
             might
             bee
             king
             againe
             ,
          
           
             Refusing
             all
             that
             pompe
             ,
             I
             would
             become
             a
             priest
             ,
          
           
             A
             Deacon
             ,
             or
             a
             Deane
             ,
             Prebend
             ,
             or
             Minister
             .
          
           
             For
             these
             men
             leade
             their
             liues
             with
             liuings
             two
             or
             three
             :
          
           
             Some
             haue
             their
             substitutes
             in
             Vniuersities
             ,
          
           
             Some
             leade
             the
             brauest
             liues
             that
             any
             man
             may
             haue
             ,
          
           
             They
             feede
             vpon
             the
             fleece
             ,
             they
             force
             not
             of
             the
             flocke
             :
          
           
             Three
             houres
             in
             the
             yeere
             ,
             with
             beastly
             bosomde
             stuffe
          
           
             They
             spend
             ,
             and
             that
             is
             all
             that
             law
             of
             them
             requires
             .
          
           
             Muse
             not
             though
             many
             thrust
             and
             shoulder
             for
             degrees
             ,
          
           
             For
             happy
             man
             is
             he
             ,
             who
             hath
             a
             Preachers
             sees
             .
          
           
             But
             let
             me
             now
             returne
             vnto
             my
             Romish
             rout
             ,
          
           
             Who
             fed
             like
             Bacon
             fat
             ,
             did
             nought
             but
             play
             and
             pray
             .
          
           
             With
             whom
             for
             nine
             yeares
             space
             ,
             when
             I
             my
             life
             had
             led
             ,
          
           
             I
             song
             my
             Requiem
             ,
             and
             paid
             the
             earth
             her
             fee.
          
           
             Then
             in
             Saint
             Peters
             Church
             at
             Rome
             they
             did
             me
             lay
             ,
          
           
             Booted
             and
             spurd
             ,
             euen
             as
             you
             see
             me
             here
             this
             day
             .
          
           
             So
             now
             you
             haue
             the
             whole
             of
             all
             my
             Tragedie
             .
          
           
             Of
             Brutus
             blood
             the
             last
             I
             liu'd
             that
             rul'd
             as
             king
             :
          
           
             My
             Britaine
             's
             driuen
             to
             Wales
             they
             Welchmen
             then
             were
             cal'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             at
             Rome
             their
             king
             ,
             a
             mumbling
             Monke
             instal'd
             .
          
           
             The
             Saxons
             had
             the
             day
             ,
             for
             which
             they
             longed
             long
             .
          
           
             They
             England
             cal'd
             the
             Ile
             ,
             of
             Brute
             which
             tooke
             her
             name
             .
          
           
             Some
             men
             be
             borne
             to
             blisse
             ,
             and
             some
             to
             hatefull
             hap
             :
          
           
             Who
             would
             haue
             thought
             ,
             that
             I
             in
             warre
             a
             raging
             king
             ,
          
           
             Should
             by
             the
             force
             of
             Fate
             ,
             at
             Rome
             haue
             dide
             a
             Monke
             ?
          
           
             Let
             all
             the
             world
             then
             know
             ,
             that
             nothing
             is
             so
             sure
             ,
          
           
             That
             can
             afford
             and
             say
             ,
             I
             thus
             wil
             aye
             endure
             .
          
           
             For
             that
             which
             seemeth
             best
             ,
             is
             soonest
             brought
             to
             naught
             ,
          
           
             Which
             plainly
             doth
             appeare
             by
             that
             which
             I
             haue
             taught
             .
          
           
             The
             worthiest
             in
             the
             world
             ,
             princes
             ,
             philosophers
             ,
          
           
             Will
             teach
             that
             I
             haue
             taught
             ,
             and
             proue
             it
             passing
             plaine
             .
          
           
             
               Paulus
               Aemilius
            
             did
             die
             but
             wretchedly
             :
          
           
             And
             was
             not
             Scipio
             euen
             to
             his
             dying
             day
          
           
             Constraind
             ,
             to
             helpe
             his
             need
             ,
             the
             painfull
             plow
             to
             ply
             ?
          
           
             Caesar
             and
             Silla
             both
             ,
             did
             not
             they
             taste
             the
             whippe
             ?
          
           
             And
             made
             not
             Hannibal
             a
             miserable
             end
             ?
          
           
           
             And
             how
             was
             Socrates
             before
             his
             time
             destroy'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Anaxagoras
             imprisoned
             long
             with
             paine
             ?
          
           
             For
             cruell
             beastly
             coyne
             diuine
             Plato
             was
             sold
             ,
          
           
             And
             Aristotle
             sent
             to
             exile
             ,
             where
             he
             di'd
             :
          
           
             And
             so
             was
             Solon
             sage
             ,
             and
             that
             Lycurgus
             wise
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             more
             ,
             which
             heere
             I
             could
             at
             large
             repeat
             .
          
           
             But
             let
             these
             few
             suffice
             to
             teach
             for
             certaine
             truth
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             the
             men
             that
             liue
             ,
             are
             subiects
             all
             to
             ruth
             .
          
           
             And
             seeing
             so
             it
             is
             ,
             then
             let
             them
             learne
             the
             meane
             ,
          
           
             That
             if
             the
             barke
             do
             breake
             ,
             they
             safe
             may
             swimme
             to
             land
             .
          
           
             Thomas
             Blener
             Hasset
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             SIGEBERT
             FOR
             HIS
             WICKED
             LIFE
             was
             thrust
             from
             his
             Throne
             ,
             and
             miserablie
             
               slaine
               by
               a
               Heardsman
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             755.
             
          
           
             
               TWo
               parts
               in
               one
               a
               Heardsman
               heere
               must
               play
               ,
            
             
               My
               tale
               must
               tend
               each
               Princes
               life
               to
               mend
               ,
            
             
               And
               this
               my
               talke
               most
               plainly
               must
               display
               ,
            
             
               How
               far
               a
               subiect
               may
               himselfe
               defend
            
             
               Against
               his
               Liege
               ,
               his
               Soueraigne
               Lord
               and
               King
               ,
            
             
               If
               his
               default
               his
               Commonweale
               doth
               bring
            
             
               To
               miserie
               :
               therefore
               a
               little
               while
            
             
               Attend
               ,
               and
               know
               the
               tenour
               of
               my
               stile
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               subiect
               I
               of
               base
               and
               low
               degree
               ,
            
             
               This
               headlesse
               corps
               of
               life
               I
               did
               depriue
               ,
            
             
               (
               King
               Sigebert
               it
               was
               )
               with
               crueltie
               .
            
             
               Whose
               lust
               was
               law
               ,
               whil'st
               he
               was
               heere
               aliue
               ,
            
             
               To
               feele
               my
               force
               it
               was
               his
               destinie
               :
            
             
               Then
               crueltie
               I
               wrackt
               with
               crueltie
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               reuenge
               the
               wrong
               that
               earst
               he
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               With
               losse
               of
               life
               his
               lawlesse
               lust
               he
               bought
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               Sigebert
               the
               Saxons
               rulde
               by
               West
               ,
            
             
               Their
               ancient
               lawes
               he
               at
               his
               list
               did
               change
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               his
               Commons
               did
               him
               much
               detest
               .
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Cornwall
               would
               not
               let
               him
               range
            
             
               Thus
               at
               his
               will
               ,
               but
               wisht
               him
               like
               a
               friend
               ,
            
             
               To
               mend
               his
               faults
               ,
               or
               els
               his
               life
               to
               end
               .
            
             
               Then
               he
               in
               rage
               this
               Duke
               my
               masters
               life
               ,
            
             
               His
               cruel
               hands
               bereau'd
               with
               bloodie
               knife
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               lawlesse
               life
               to
               lawlesse
               death
               doth
               hale
               ,
            
             
               When
               witlesse
               will
               ,
               wil
               passe
               the
               power
               of
               may
               :
            
             
               Then
               ill
               mishap
               doth
               drowne
               in
               dolours
               dale
            
             
               The
               peruerse
               Prince
               ,
               whose
               wit
               doth
               beare
               the
               sway
               .
            
             
               Iust
               Abels
               blood
               to
               God
               for
               vengeance
               cald
               ,
            
             
               For
               blood
               with
               blood
               the
               Bloodsheader
               is
               thrald
               ,
            
             
               And
               him
               whom
               here
               before
               you
               I
               present
               ,
            
             
               For
               sheading
               blood
               ,
               my
               blade
               his
               life
               hath
               hent
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               he
               three
               yeares
               his
               people
               did
               oppresse
               ,
            
             
               Then
               they
               whose
               backe
               that
               burden
               could
               not
               beare
               ,
            
             
               With
               one
               consent
               they
               did
               his
               state
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               To
               reaue
               him
               of
               his
               Crowne
               they
               did
               not
               feare
               ,
            
             
               They
               him
               deposde
               from
               honour
               and
               renowne
               :
            
             
               His
               hatefull
               hap
               so
               frowardly
               did
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               who
               had
               a
               kingdome
               but
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               Forlorne
               he
               now
               must
               beg
               from
               gate
               to
               gate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Do
               nothing
               muse
               at
               his
               deserued
               hap
               ,
            
             
               For
               many
               more
               as
               he
               their
               liues
               haue
               led
               :
            
             
               Ioues
               vengeance
               iust
               such
               wretches
               doth
               inwrap
            
             
               With
               change
               most
               strange
               ,
               when
               he
               their
               blood
               will
               shed
               .
            
             
               Of
               Dionyse
               of
               Syracusia
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Neroes
               death
               ,
               of
               Phalaris
               decay
               ,
            
             
               Who
               list
               to
               reade
               ,
               he
               passing
               plaine
               shall
               finde
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               of
               heauen
               their
               sorrow
               hath
               assignde
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               out
               of
               doubt
               God
               did
               ordaine
               the
               fall
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               whom
               here
               I
               headlesse
               haue
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Who
               wandring
               in
               a
               wood
               amidst
               his
               thrall
            
             
               I
               met
               by
               chance
               ,
               of
               whom
               I
               did
               demand
            
             
               His
               name
               ,
               and
               place
               :
               who
               thus
               replide
               with
               feare
               ?
            
             
               O
               friend
               ,
               I
               am
               for
               meate
               now
               staruen
               wel
               neare
               ,
            
             
               Giue
               me
               therfore
               I
               thee
               beseech
               and
               pray
            
             
               Some
               meate
               ,
               to
               keepe
               my
               carcase
               from
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               Pilgrim
               poore
               ,
               or
               waifaring
               man
               him
               straight
            
             
               Liudg'd
               ,
               and
               gaue
               him
               what
               my
               scrippe
               would
               yeeld
               ;
            
             
               And
               whilst
               we
               both
               thus
               on
               a
               banke
               did
               baite
               ,
            
             
               From
               sighes
               and
               sobbes
               himselfe
               he
               could
               not
               wield
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               me
               aske
               againe
               his
               name
               and
               place
               ,
            
             
               But
               silent
               he
               did
               mourne
               with
               frowning
               face
               :
            
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               last
               by
               vrging
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               He
               thus
               declar'd
               the
               cause
               of
               all
               his
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               miser
               I
               ,
               more
               wretch
               then
               thee
               by
               much
               ,
            
             
               I
               neuer
               could
               compare
               with
               thine
               estate
               .
            
             
               This
               heard
               of
               Swine
               against
               thee
               neuer
               grutch
               ;
            
             
               I
               kept
               a
               heard
               ,
               which
               did
               their
               Heardsman
               hate
               ,
            
             
               A
               hateful
               heard
               of
               murmuring
               men
               I
               meane
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               depriue
               me
               of
               mine
               honour
               cleane
               .
            
             
               And
               now
               I
               leade
               my
               lothsome
               life
               you
               see
               ,
            
             
               Impal'd
               amidst
               a
               maze
               of
               misery
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               changed
               chance
               (
               aye
               me
               )
               I
               chased
               am
               ,
            
             
               And
               frowning
               Fate
               such
               sorrow
               hath
               assignd
               ,
            
             
               That
               lothing
               life
               ,
               most
               like
               a
               quiet
               Lambe
               ,
            
             
               My
               naked
               necke
               to
               blocke
               of
               bale
               I
               bind
               .
            
             
               With
               cruell
               knife
               (
               O
               care
               )
               come
               shread
               my
               twist
               ,
            
             
               So
               shall
               my
               soule
               by
               corps
               decay
               be
               blist
               .
            
             
               But
               sith
               that
               Care
               nor
               Fate
               wil
               doe
               this
               deed
               ,
            
             
               Doe
               thou
               the
               same
               I
               thee
               beseech
               ,
               with
               speed
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               First
               hatefull
               hope
               with
               flattering
               face
               did
               fawne
               ,
            
             
               With
               dread
               when
               deepe
               despaier
               would
               me
               haue
               drownd
               ,
            
             
               Then
               changed
               chance
               did
               checke
               me
               with
               the
               pawne
            
             
               Of
               wofull
               want
               ,
               when
               good
               successe
               did
               sound
            
             
               A
               blessed
               blast
               :
               and
               now
               (
               to
               tell
               the
               truth
               )
            
             
               I
               haue
               the
               mate
               ,
               by
               raging
               Rooke
               of
               truth
               .
            
             
               Lo
               thus
               I
               liue
               ,
               which
               daily
               wish
               to
               die
               :
            
             
               And
               life
               (
               alas
               )
               doth
               make
               my
               miserie
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               lothsome
               life
               (
               of
               this
               my
               corps
               the
               king
               )
            
             
               Doth
               moue
               one
               way
               ,
               the
               Bishop
               bids
               me
               backe
               :
            
             
               If
               to
               that
               point
               ,
               the
               Queene
               me
               backe
               doth
               bring
               ,
            
             
               On
               th'
               other
               side
               ,
               the
               Knight
               doth
               work
               my
               wracke
               ,
            
             
               The
               other
               points
               with
               Pawnes
               be
               all
               possest
               ,
            
             
               And
               here
               the
               Rooke
               of
               ruth
               doth
               reaue
               my
               rest
               .
            
             
               And
               beeing
               brought
               into
               this
               strange
               estate
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               confesse
               my selfe
               to
               haue
               a
               mate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sith
               sorow
               so
               hath
               seasde
               vpon
               my
               bones
               ,
            
             
               That
               now
               too
               late
               I
               do
               lament
               my
               losse
               ,
            
             
               And
               sith
               no
               meanes
               may
               turne
               my
               gastfull
               grones
            
             
               To
               ioyfull
               glie
               ,
               sith
               trouble
               still
               doth
               tosse
            
             
               Me
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
               in
               waltring
               waues
               of
               woe
               :
            
             
               Death
               is
               my
               friend
               ,
               and
               life
               I
               count
               my
               foe
               :
            
             
               Which
               death
               though
               once
               my
               feeble
               flesh
               did
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               now
               I
               faine
               would
               feele
               his
               murdring
               speare
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               gurging
               gulfe
               of
               these
               such
               surging
               seas
               ,
            
             
               My
               poorer
               soule
               who
               drownd
               doth
               death
               request
               ,
            
             
               I
               wretched
               wight
               haue
               sought
               mine
               owne
               disease
               ,
            
             
               By
               mine
               owne
               meanes
               my
               state
               it
               was
               distrest
               .
            
             
               For
               whilst
               I
               meant
               to
               make
               my
               lust
               a
               law
               ,
            
             
               Iustice
               me
               from
               my
               high
               estate
               did
               draw
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               I
               find
               ,
               and
               feele
               it
               now
               with
               paine
               ,
            
             
               All
               worldly
               pompe
               ,
               al
               honour
               is
               but
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Which
               honour
               I
               to
               fiery
               flames
               compare
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               they
               flash
               and
               flourish
               most
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Then
               suddainely
               their
               flamings
               quenched
               are
               .
            
             
               For
               proofe
               whereof
               ,
               to
               minde
               now
               let
               vs
               call
            
             
               Antigonus
               ,
               and
               Ptolemeus
               Great
               ,
            
             
               Caesar
               ,
               and
               Mithridate
               ,
               we
               may
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               With
               Darius
               ,
               and
               great
               Antiochus
               ,
            
             
               Cambises
               eke
               ,
               and
               conquering
               Pyrrhus
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               I
               the
               last
               might
               first
               haue
               had
               my
               place
               ,
            
             
               They
               all
               as
               I
               with
               flaming
               fierie
               show
            
             
               Were
               quenched
               quite
               :
               Dame
               Fortune
               did
               deface
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               hatefull
               hap
               ,
               euen
               then
               did
               ouerthrow
            
             
               Vs
               most
               ,
               when
               most
               we
               had
               our
               hearts
               desire
               :
            
             
               When
               most
               we
               flourisht
               like
               the
               flames
               of
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               then
               the
               seas
               of
               sorow
               did
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               vs
               weare
               a
               blacke
               lamenting
               saile
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               heere
               before
               my
               death
               ,
               I
               will
               repeate
            
             
               To
               thee
               the
               thing
               which
               I
               of
               late
               did
               dreame
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               and
               all
               the
               world
               may
               see
               ,
               how
               great
            
             
               A
               care
               it
               is
               to
               rule
               a
               royall
               realme
               .
            
             
               My
               dreame
               shal
               shew
               ,
               that
               blisse
               doth
               not
               consist
            
             
               In
               wealth
               nor
               want
               :
               but
               he
               alone
               is
               blest
               ,
            
             
               Who
               is
               content
               with
               his
               assigned
               fate
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               striues
               to
               clime
               to
               higher
               state
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               seemely
               Sol
               had
               rest
               his
               glittering
               gleames
               ,
            
             
               And
               night
               the
               earth
               did
               with
               her
               darkenesse
               vaile
               ,
            
             
               Dame
               Cinthia
               then
               with
               her
               bright
               burnisht
               beames
               ,
            
             
               The
               shadowed
               shades
               of
               darkenesse
               did
               assaile
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Somnus
               caus'd
               my
               senses
               all
               to
               quaile
               .
            
             
               On
               carefull
               couch
               then
               being
               laid
               to
               rest
               ,
            
             
               With
               doubtfull
               dreames
               I
               strangely
               was
               distrest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               cottage
               cold
               where
               care
               me
               thought
               did
               keepe
               ,
            
             
               With
               naked
               need
               and
               want
               of
               wherewithall
               :
            
             
               Where
               pouertie
               next
               beggers
               doore
               did
               creepe
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               expences
               were
               so
               passing
               small
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               men
               deem'd
               that
               man
               forethrong'd
               with
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               Which
               there
               did
               dwell
               ,
               euen
               there
               from
               bondage
               free
               ,
            
             
               I
               view'd
               a
               man
               all
               void
               of
               miserie
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               whil'st
               I
               musde
               how
               he
               in
               bliue
               of
               blisse
            
             
               Could
               lead
               his
               life
               amid'st
               that
               caue
               of
               care
               ,
            
             
               From
               Princely
               Court
               proceeded
               ere
               I
               wist
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               ,
               with
               whom
               there
               might
               no
               man
               compare
               .
            
             
               His
               wealth
               ,
               his
               wit
               ,
               his
               courage
               were
               so
               rare
               ,
            
             
               That
               none
               before
               nor
               since
               were
               like
               to
               him
               :
            
             
               Yet
               he
               me
               thought
               in
               waues
               of
               woe
               din
               swim
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               man
               had
               all
               that
               men
               could
               wish
               or
               craue
            
             
               For
               happie
               state
               ,
               yet
               nought
               he
               had
               in
               deed
               :
            
             
               The
               other
               ,
               he
               had
               nought
               that
               men
               would
               haue
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               had
               he
               all
               ,
               beleeue
               it
               as
               thy
               Creed
               .
            
             
               This
               saying
               of
               that
               happie
               man
               I
               reade
               ,
            
             
               That
               hauing
               nought
               ,
               yet
               all
               things
               so
               I
               haue
               ,
            
             
               That
               hauing
               nought
               ,
               I
               nothing
               more
               do
               craue
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               me
               thought
               with
               all
               his
               Courtly
               traine
               ,
            
             
               Past
               to
               the
               place
               where
               pouertie
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               With
               frowning
               face
               and
               with
               a
               troubled
               braine
               ,
            
             
               With
               woe
               and
               want
               ,
               his
               vexed
               veines
               did
               swell
               ,
            
             
               With
               mirth
               and
               ioy
               the
               poore
               man
               did
               excell
               .
            
             
               And
               being
               come
               vnto
               his
               house
               ymade
            
             
               Of
               one
               poore
               hogshead
               ,
               thus
               to
               him
               he
               said
               :
            
          
           
             
               Diogenes
               ,
               thou
               lead'st
               a
               lothsome
               life
               ,
            
             
               Me
               thinke
               thou
               might'st
               much
               better
               spend
               thy
               time
            
             
               Within
               my
               Court
               ,
               both
               thou
               and
               eke
               thy
               wife
               :
            
             
               Thou
               by
               that
               meanes
               to
               high
               estate
               maist
               clime
               :
            
             
               I
               haue
               the
               wealth
               ,
               and
               thou
               art
               void
               of
               crime
               ,
            
             
               And
               loe
               ,
               before
               thy
               face
               I
               heere
               am
               prest
            
             
               To
               giue
               thee
               that
               ,
               which
               thou
               shalt
               now
               request
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Stand
               backe
               (
               Sir
               King
               )
               thy
               vaunting
               vowes
               be
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               I
               nothing
               recke
               thy
               promise
               ,
               goods
               ,
               nor
               land
               ,
            
             
               And
               Titans
               stately
               streames
               would
               me
               sustaine
            
             
               With
               heate
               ,
               if
               thou
               from
               this
               my
               doore
               wouldst
               stand
               :
            
             
               Thou
               takst
               away
               much
               more
               then
               thy
               commaund
            
             
               Can
               giue
               againe
               :
               thy
               gifts
               so
               vile
               I
               deeme
               ,
            
             
               That
               none
               but
               fooles
               such
               follies
               do
               esteeme
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               conquest
               thou
               hast
               wone
               the
               world
               so
               wide
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               thou
               canst
               not
               win
               thy
               wandring
               wil
               :
            
             
               Thou
               wouldest
               win
               an
               other
               world
               beside
               :
            
             
               But
               tush
               ,
               that
               fact
               doth
               farre
               surpasse
               thy
               skill
               .
            
             
               Thou
               neuer
               wilt
               of
               Conquest
               haue
               thy
               fill
               ,
            
             
               Til
               death
               with
               daunting
               dart
               hath
               conquer'd
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Then
               must
               thou
               leaue
               behind
               ,
               thy
               Monarchie
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               great
               assaults
               my selfe
               I
               haue
               subdude
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               respects
               ,
               I
               haue
               my
               hearts
               desire
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               contented
               minde
               I
               am
               endude
               ,
            
             
               To
               higher
               state
               I
               neuer
               wil
               aspire
               .
            
             
               More
               like
               a
               Prince
               then
               any
               poore
               Esquire
               ,
            
             
               I
               leade
               my
               life
               :
               and
               sith
               my
               state
               is
               such
               ,
            
             
               Aske
               thou
               of
               me
               ,
               for
               I
               can
               giue
               thee
               much
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               dasht
               with
               dread
               mee
               thought
               in
               fuming
               heate
            
             
               He
               said
               ,
               departing
               thence
               in
               hast
               with
               speede
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               were
               not
               Alexander
               the
               Great
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               become
               Diogenes
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Who
               leades
               his
               life
               all
               void
               of
               wofull
               dread
               .
            
             
               He
               hath
               the
               wealth
               which
               I
               cannot
               obtaine
               ,
            
             
               I
               haue
               the
               wealth
               which
               wise
               men
               do
               disdaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               liue
               in
               feare
               ,
               I
               languish
               all
               in
               dread
               ,
            
             
               Wealth
               is
               my
               woe
               ,
               the
               causer
               of
               my
               care
               ,
            
             
               With
               feare
               of
               death
               I
               am
               so
               ill
               bestead
               ,
            
             
               That
               restlesse
               I
               much
               like
               the
               hunted
               Hare
               ,
            
             
               Or
               as
               the
               canuist
               Kite
               ,
               doth
               feare
               the
               snare
               .
            
             
               Ten
               hundred
               cares
               haue
               brought
               me
               to
               the
               baie
               ,
            
             
               Ten
               thousand
               snares
               for
               this
               my
               life
               men
               laie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               Philip
               he
               of
               Macedon
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               One
               Realme
               me
               left
               ,
               I
               could
               not
               be
               content
               ,
            
             
               Desier
               prickt
               mee
               to
               an
               other
               thing
               ,
            
             
               To
               win
               the
               world
               it
               was
               my
               whole
               intent
               ,
            
             
               Which
               done
               ,
               an
               other
               world
               to
               win
               I
               ment
               .
            
             
               When
               least
               I
               had
               ,
               then
               most
               I
               had
               of
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               Now
               ,
               all
               the
               world
               ,
               and
               all
               vnquietnesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               woe
               to
               want
               of
               contentation
               ;
            
             
               No
               wealth
               to
               want
               of
               riches
               and
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               is
               seene
               in
               euery
               nation
               ,
            
             
               The
               highest
               trees
               be
               soonest
               blowen
               downe
               :
            
             
               Ten
               kings
               do
               die
               before
               one
               clubbish
               Clowne
               .
            
             
               Diogenes
               in
               quiet
               Tunne
               doth
               rest
               ,
            
             
               When
               Caesar
               is
               with
               carking
               care
               distrest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherewith
               me
               thought
               he
               was
               departed
               quite
               ,
            
             
               And
               Morpheus
               that
               sluggish
               God
               of
               sleepe
               ,
            
             
               Did
               leaue
               my
               limmes
               ,
               wherewith
               I
               stood
               vpright
               ,
            
             
               Deuising
               long
               what
               profit
               I
               could
               reape
            
             
               Of
               this
               my
               dreame
               ,
               which
               plainly
               did
               expresse
            
             
               That
               neither
               want
               nor
               wealth
               doth
               make
               mans
               blesse
               ;
            
             
               Who
               hath
               the
               meane
               with
               a
               contented
               minde
               ,
            
             
               Most
               perfect
               blisse
               his
               God
               hath
               him
               assignde
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               ,
               who
               liu'd
               a
               crowned
               King
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               am
               forc'd
               of
               thee
               to
               beg
               my
               bread
               ,
            
             
               I
               cannot
               be
               content
               with
               this
               estate
               ,
            
             
               I
               lothe
               to
               liue
               ,
               I
               would
               I
               wretch
               were
               dead
               :
            
             
               Despaier
               she
               doth
               feede
               me
               with
               decay
               ,
            
             
               And
               patience
               is
               fled
               and
               flowne
               away
               .
            
             
               Doe
               thou
               therefore
               O
               Heardsman
               play
               thy
               part
               ,
            
             
               Take
               thou
               this
               blade
               ,
               and
               thrust
               it
               to
               my
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               Sir
               ,
               I
               said
               ,
               the
               gods
               defend
               that
               I
            
             
               Should
               causelesse
               kill
               a
               man
               in
               miserie
               ,
            
             
               Tell
               me
               thy
               name
               and
               place
               ,
               then
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               I
               will
               prouide
               for
               thine
               aduersitie
               .
            
             
               Then
               he
               repli'd
               ,
               my
               name
               is
               Sigebert
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               the
               man
               which
               wrought
               thy
               masters
               smart
               :
            
             
               I
               rul'd
               of
               late
               this
               Realme
               euen
               at
               my
               list
               ,
            
             
               Take
               thou
               reuenge
               with
               that
               thy
               friendly
               fist
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               well
               content
               :
               I
               will
               reuenge
               with
               speed
            
             
               The
               death
               of
               him
               whom
               causelesse
               thou
               did'st
               kill
               .
            
             
               King
               Sigebert
               ,
               and
               art
               thou
               he
               indeed
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               he
               thou
               art
               ,
               dispatch
               and
               make
               thy
               will
               ;
            
             
               For
               to
               my
               Lord
               this
               day
               I
               will
               present
            
             
               Thy
               head
               :
               therefore
               thy
               former
               saults
               repent
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               seest
               the
               blocke
               on
               which
               thy
               life
               must
               end
               ,
            
             
               Call
               thou
               for
               grace
               that
               God
               may
               mercie
               send
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherewith
               he
               kneeling
               by
               the
               blocke
               of
               bale
               ,
            
             
               Dispatch
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               and
               do
               that
               friendly
               deed
               :
            
             
               O
               welcome
               death
               ,
               and
               farewell
               Fortune
               fraile
               ,
            
             
               Dispatch
               good
               friend
               ,
               dispatch
               my
               life
               with
               speed
               .
            
             
               Wherewith
               ,
               on
               blocke
               he
               stretcht
               his
               neck
               outright
               ,
            
             
               And
               said
               no
               more
               ,
               but
               praying
               me
               to
               smite
               ,
            
             
               I
               gaue
               the
               stroke
               which
               ended
               all
               his
               care
               ,
            
             
               A
               bloodie
               stroke
               ,
               which
               did
               my
               death
               prepare
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               who
               hopte
               to
               haue
               some
               great
               reward
            
             
               For
               killing
               of
               my
               Masters
               fathers
               foe
               :
            
             
               Was
               hanged
               straight
               ,
               my
               cause
               was
               neuer
               heard
               ,
            
             
               Such
               was
               my
               chance
               and
               well
               deserued
               woe
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               my
               Lord
               had
               heard
               me
               tell
               the
               tale
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               his
               King
               and
               mine
               did
               there
               assaile
               ,
            
             
               His
               frowning
               face
               did
               put
               me
               in
               great
               feare
               ,
            
             
               He
               sigh'd
               and
               sob'd
               ,
               and
               said
               as
               you
               shall
               heare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               Caitiffe
               vile
               ,
               O
               Impe
               of
               Satans
               seed
               ,
            
             
               And
               hast
               thou
               kill'd
               our
               Soueraigne
               Lord
               and
               King
               ?
            
             
               His
               due
               desert
               deserueth
               death
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               what
               made
               thee
               to
               do
               so
               vile
               a
               thing
               ?
            
             
               What
               though
               he
               did
               my
               father
               causelesse
               kill
               ?
            
             
               What
               though
               he
               rul'd
               the
               Realme
               with
               lawlesse
               will
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               we
               therefore
               ,
               with
               cruell
               bloodie
               knife
               ,
            
             
               Depriue
               our
               Lord
               and
               King
               of
               vitall
               life
               ?
            
          
           
             
               O
               wicked
               deed
               ,
               may
               subiects
               false
               surmise
               ,
            
             
               With
               murthering
               minds
               their
               Gouernour
               resist
               ?
            
             
               That
               may
               not
               be
               :
               for
               Tully
               wondrous
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Plato
               ,
               in
               whom
               true
               knowledge
               doth
               consist
               ,
            
             
               They
               both
               agreed
               that
               no
               man
               ought
               to
               kill
            
             
               A
               Tyrant
               ,
               though
               he
               hath
               him
               at
               this
               will.
            
             
               Yet
               thou
               (
               thou
               wretch
               )
               this
               bloody
               deed
               hast
               done
               ,
            
             
               The
               like
               was
               neuer
               seene
               vnder
               the
               Sun.
               
            
          
           
             
               When
               God
               will
               plague
               the
               people
               for
               their
               sin
               ,
            
             
               Them
               then
               to
               scourge
               he
               doth
               a
               Tyrant
               send
               :
            
             
               We
               should
               therefore
               that
               subiects
               be
               ,
               begin
            
             
               With
               earnest
               mind
               our
               former
               saults
               t'
               amend
               :
            
             
               Which
               if
               we
               do
               ,
               it
               is
               to
               great
               availe
               ,
            
             
               Mans
               force
               is
               fond
               ,
               fighting
               cannot
               prcuaile
               .
            
             
               And
               he
               who
               doth
               resist
               the
               Magistrate
               ,
            
             
               Resisteth
               God
               ,
               repenting
               all
               too
               late
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               subiects
               be
               by
               peruerse
               Prince
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               They
               then
               must
               pray
               that
               God
               the
               change
               may
               make
               :
            
             
               Which
               God
               no
               doubt
               rebellion
               doth
               detest
               ,
            
             
               No
               subiect
               may
               his
               sword
               or
               armour
               take
            
             
               Against
               his
               Prince
               ,
               whom
               God
               hath
               placed
               there
               .
            
             
               Yet
               hath
               this
               wretch
               all
               void
               of
               subiects
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Destroy'd
               a
               King
               whom
               God
               did
               thrust
               from
               throne
               :
            
             
               Alas
               poore
               King
               ,
               thy
               death
               I
               do
               bemone
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               he
               who
               hath
               thy
               lingring
               life
               destroi'd
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               be
               destroi'd
               ,
               and
               find
               it
               passing
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               no
               man
               may
               a
               Princes
               life
               annoy
               .
            
             
               Although
               the
               Prince
               desiers
               to
               be
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               subiects
               must
               from
               sheading
               blood
               refraine
               .
            
             
               From
               which
               ,
               seeing
               that
               this
               wretch
               could
               not
               abstaine
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               be
               hang'd
               as
               I
               before
               decreed
               ,
            
             
               A
               iust
               reward
               for
               his
               so
               vile
               a
               deed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               I
               forthwith
               to
               end
               my
               life
               was
               led
               ,
            
             
               I
               hopte
               to
               haue
               preferment
               for
               my
               deed
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               prefer'd
               ,
               and
               hang'd
               all
               saue
               the
               head
               :
            
             
               Did
               euer
               man
               the
               like
               example
               read
               ?
            
             
               Not
               one
               I
               thinke
               :
               therefore
               good
               Memorie
               ,
            
             
               In
               register
               inrole
               thou
               this
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               who
               liue
               and
               reade
               the
               fall
               I
               felt
               ,
            
             
               May
               find
               how
               fate
               most
               strangely
               with
               me
               delt
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               my
               desert
               no
               doubt
               did
               death
               deserue
               ,
            
             
               Though
               hatred
               did
               not
               make
               me
               kill
               my
               King
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               lucre
               leaud
               did
               force
               my
               feete
               to
               swerue
               ,
            
             
               That
               hatefull
               hap
               ,
               me
               to
               this
               bale
               did
               bring
               .
            
             
               Let
               them
               then
               learne
               that
               heedlesse
               liue
               by
               hope
               ,
            
             
               Her
               hatefull
               hests
               will
               bring
               them
               to
               the
               rope
               :
            
             
               And
               happie
               he
               ,
               who
               void
               of
               hope
               can
               lead
            
             
               A
               quiet
               life
               ,
               all
               void
               of
               Fortunes
               dread
               .
            
          
           
             
               Perillus
               he
               who
               made
               the
               Bull
               of
               brasse
               ,
            
             
               Like
               him
               I
               hopte
               to
               haue
               some
               great
               reward
               ,
            
             
               But
               he
               in
               brasen
               belly
               broyled
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               a
               skarfe
               of
               hemp
               I
               was
               prefer'd
               .
            
             
               So
               they
               that
               meane
               by
               others
               harmes
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Their
               dying
               day
               shall
               end
               with
               dolefull
               cries
               .
            
             
               And
               heere
               I
               end
               ,
               approuing
               that
               most
               true
               ,
            
             
               From
               wicked
               workes
               no
               goodnesse
               can
               ensue
               .
            
          
           
             Thomas
             Blener
             Hasset
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             LADIE
             EBBE
             DID
             FLEA
             HER
             NOSE
             AND
             VPPER
             lippe
             away
             ,
             to
             saue
             her
             Virginitie
             ,
             
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             870.
             
          
           
             
               DO
               nothing
               muse
               at
               my
               deformed
               face
               ,
            
             
               For
               Nature
               it
               in
               perfect
               mould
               did
               make
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               your
               wits
               haue
               weighed
               well
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               You
               will
               commend
               me
               much
               for
               vertues
               sake
               .
            
             
               With
               these
               my
               hands
               which
               from
               my
               face
               did
               take
            
             
               Mine
               ouer-lippe
               ,
               and
               eke
               my
               seemely
               nose
               ,
            
             
               So
               to
               auoid
               the
               rage
               of
               all
               my
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               by
               birth
               a
               Princes
               daughter
               borne
               ,
            
             
               An
               Abbiesse
               by
               my
               profession
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               estate
               I
               neuer
               thought
               it
               scorne
               ,
            
             
               It
               greatly
               did
               delight
               me
               to
               be
               one
               ,
            
             
               Which
               might
               erect
               diuine
               religion
               .
            
             
               At
               Collingam
               I
               tooke
               this
               charge
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               fiftie
               more
               of
               chaste
               Dianaes
               band
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               Ladies
               borne
               by
               birth
               of
               high
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Which
               there
               did
               vow
               with
               me
               their
               liues
               to
               leade
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               auoid
               carnall
               fragilitie
               ,
            
             
               We
               all
               did
               vow
               as
               you
               right
               well
               may
               reade
               ,
            
             
               With
               single
               liues
               to
               liue
               in
               feare
               and
               dread
            
             
               Of
               God
               our
               Lord
               ,
               so
               to
               refraine
               the
               vice
            
             
               Of
               fleshly
               lust
               ,
               which
               doth
               to
               sinne
               intice
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               did
               the
               Danes
               the
               Saxon
               state
               inuade
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               who
               did
               the
               Britaine
               state
               destroy
               ,
            
             
               To
               sue
               for
               grace
               were
               glad
               and
               well
               apaid
               ,
            
             
               So
               strangely
               did
               the
               Danes
               vs
               then
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               That
               Saxons
               like
               the
               men
               of
               broyling
               Troy
               ,
            
             
               Amaz'd
               ,
               they
               gaz'd
               ,
               not
               knowing
               what
               was
               best
               ,
            
             
               So
               straitly
               were
               the
               Saxons
               then
               distrest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               These
               dreadfull
               Danes
               they
               had
               no
               feare
               of
               God
               ,
            
             
               But
               sauage
               ,
               they
               did
               make
               their
               lust
               a
               law
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               God
               did
               send
               for
               a
               reuenging
               rod
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               vs
               Saxons
               liue
               in
               feare
               and
               awe
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               who
               did
               from
               seruile
               bondage
               draw
            
             
               Vs
               out
               ,
               and
               made
               vs
               liue
               at
               libertie
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               we
               seru'd
               with
               cruell
               slauerie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Not
               much
               vnlike
               the
               murmuring
               Israelites
               ,
            
             
               Sometime
               we
               seru'd
               our
               Lord
               with
               feare
               and
               dread
               ,
            
             
               In
               trouble
               we
               imploi'd
               our
               whole
               delights
               ,
            
             
               To
               fast
               and
               pray
               :
               but
               when
               we
               quiet
               were
               ,
            
             
               We
               restlesse
               led
               our
               liues
               ,
               all
               void
               of
               care
               ,
            
             
               Forgetting
               him
               who
               did
               in
               each
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               With
               helping
               hand
               vs
               blesse
               with
               good
               successe
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               heere
               the
               fruit
               of
               health
               and
               good
               successe
               ,
            
             
               It
               maketh
               man
               both
               proud
               and
               insolent
               :
            
             
               In
               health
               we
               hate
               the
               God
               who
               hath
               vs
               blest
               ,
            
             
               Trouble
               doth
               make
               vs
               mortall
               men
               repent
            
             
               Our
               former
               faults
               :
               in
               sicknesse
               we
               be
               bent
            
             
               To
               fast
               and
               pray
               ,
               and
               in
               aduersitie
               ,
            
             
               To
               pray
               to
               God
               ,
               is
               mans
               felicitie
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               this
               fault
               abusing
               this
               our
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               The
               Danes
               with
               ruth
               our
               Realme
               did
               ouerrunne
               ,
            
             
               Their
               wrath
               inwrapt
               vs
               all
               in
               wretchednesse
               ,
            
             
               There
               was
               no
               sin
               from
               which
               those
               men
               did
               shunne
               .
            
             
               By
               them
               the
               Commonweale
               was
               quite
               vndone
               .
            
             
               They
               did
               destroy
               the
               state
               of
               euery
               towne
               ,
            
             
               They
               Churches
               burnt
               ,
               they
               pluckt
               the
               Abbies
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               not
               content
               ,
               vs
               Nunnes
               they
               did
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               O
               cruell
               deed
               ,
               our
               belts
               they
               did
               vnbind
               ,
            
             
               With
               rapine
               they
               did
               rauish
               and
               destroy
               ,
            
             
               Deflowring
               all
               that
               euer
               they
               could
               find
               .
            
             
               I
               seeing
               then
               what
               sorrow
               was
               assign'd
            
             
               To
               me
               and
               mine
               ,
               my
               vowed
               virgins
               I
            
             
               Did
               call
               ,
               then
               thus
               I
               spake
               with
               weeping
               eye
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Alas
               alas
               my
               louing
               Ladies
               all
               ,
            
             
               These
               hard
               mishaps
               do
               presse
               vs
               too
               too
               neere
               :
            
             
               What
               shall
               we
               do
               ,
               how
               may
               we
               scape
               the
               thrall
            
             
               Which
               hath
               destroyd
               the
               Nunries
               euery
               where
               ?
            
             
               Alas
               ,
               my
               feeble
               flesh
               doth
               quake
               for
               feare
               :
            
             
               Alas
               ,
               how
               shall
               we
               scape
               their
               cruelties
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thus
               be
               plaste
               amidst
               extremities
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               if
               we
               do
               their
               hatefull
               hests
               denie
               ,
            
             
               Then
               dreadfull
               death
               shall
               presentlie
               insue
               :
            
             
               And
               if
               we
               grant
               vnto
               their
               villanie
               ,
            
             
               Our
               sinfull
               soules
               in
               hell
               that
               deed
               shall
               rue
               .
            
             
               Beleeue
               me
               then
               my
               Ladies
               ,
               this
               is
               true
               ,
            
             
               Much
               better
               't
               were
               for
               vs
               to
               die
               with
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Then
               long
               to
               liue
               ,
               with
               euerlasting
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               because
               the
               faces
               forme
               doth
               moue
            
             
               With
               beauties
               beames
               and
               comely
               countenance
               ,
            
             
               The
               minde
               of
               man
               to
               lust
               and
               lawlesse
               loue
               ,
            
             
               I
               haue
               deuis'd
               ,
               my
               honour
               to
               aduance
               ,
            
             
               With
               face
               deform'd
               to
               try
               my
               hard
               mischance
               :
            
             
               For
               these
               my
               hands
               from
               this
               my
               face
               shall
               rip
            
             
               Euen
               with
               this
               knife
               ,
               my
               nose
               and
               ouerlip
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               which
               will
               flie
               reprochfull
               infamie
               ,
            
             
               To
               do
               the
               like
               will
               them
               beseeme
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               You
               shall
               preserue
               your
               vow'd
               virginitie
            
             
               Thereby
               ,
               and
               liue
               perhaps
               with
               quiet
               rest
               .
            
             
               My
               daughters
               deare
               ,
               giue
               eare
               vnto
               my
               hest
               .
            
             
               Wherewith
               ,
               with
               Rasors
               sharp
               I
               first
               ,
               then
               they
               ,
            
             
               Each
               one
               her
               nose
               ,
               and
               lip
               did
               flea
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whilst
               thus
               we
               liu'd
               deform'd
               to
               outward
               show
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               vessels
               garnisht
               gay
               before
               Gods
               sight
               ,
            
             
               The
               Danes
               did
               vs
               inuade
               ,
               who
               straight
               did
               know
            
             
               Our
               feate
               ,
               them
               to
               defeate
               of
               their
               delight
               :
            
             
               For
               which
               they
               wrackt
               on
               vs
               their
               wicked
               spight
               .
            
             
               With
               fiery
               flames
               they
               burnt
               our
               Nunnerie
               ,
            
             
               And
               vs
               therein
               :
               O
               wretched
               crueltie
               !
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               eare
               of
               man
               the
               like
               hath
               neuer
               heard
               ,
            
             
               No
               penne
               ,
               nor
               tongue
               the
               like
               hath
               euer
               told
               ,
            
             
               Had
               euer
               man
               a
               hart
               that
               was
               so
               hard
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               his
               yron
               brest
               durst
               be
               so
               bold
               ,
            
             
               To
               do
               the
               like
               against
               the
               Femine
               kind
               ?
            
             
               Not
               one
               in
               faith
               that
               euer
               I
               could
               heare
               ,
            
             
               But
               these
               all
               void
               of
               mercy
               ,
               loue
               ,
               and
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               we
               content
               to
               leaue
               this
               present
               life
               ,
            
             
               In
               hope
               to
               haue
               hereafters
               better
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               Were
               brent
               and
               broild
               ,
               and
               so
               did
               stint
               the
               strife
            
             
               Which
               might
               haue
               made
               vs
               liue
               in
               wretchednesse
               :
            
             
               We
               gainde
               therby
               a
               heauenly
               happinesse
               .
            
             
               Which
               happinesse
               they
               doubtlesse
               shall
               obtaine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               do
               from
               sinne
               and
               wickednesse
               abstaine
               .
            
          
           
             Thomas
             Blener
             Hasset
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             EGELRED
             FOR
             HIS
             WICKEDNESSE
             WAS
             diuersly
             distressed
             by
             the
             Danes
             ,
             and
             lastly
             died
             
               for
               sorrow
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1016.
             
          
           
             
               THe
               minde
               and
               not
               the
               Man
               doth
               make
               or
               marre
               ,
            
             
               For
               as
               the
               stearne
               doth
               guide
               the
               Argocy
               :
            
             
               So
               by
               their
               mindes
               all
               men
               they
               guided
               are
               .
            
             
               From
               out
               the
               mind
               proceedeth
               fantasie
               ,
            
             
               All
               outward
               acts
               ,
               vertue
               or
               vanitie
               ,
            
             
               Not
               from
               the
               man
               ,
               but
               from
               the
               minde
               proceede
               :
            
             
               The
               mind
               doth
               make
               the
               man
               to
               do
               each
               deed
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               Phalaris
               with
               beastly
               bloudy
               mind
               ,
            
             
               And
               Nero
               did
               in
               murther
               much
               delight
               ,
            
             
               To
               mercy
               Antoninus
               was
               inclin'd
               ,
            
             
               Midas
               for
               gold
               extended
               all
               his
               might
               .
            
             
               For
               worldly
               pompe
               how
               did
               Pompeius
               fight
               ?
            
             
               The
               mounting
               minde
               of
               Alexander
               ,
               made
            
             
               Him
               win
               the
               world
               ,
               his
               fame
               can
               neuer
               fade
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               How
               did
               the
               minde
               moue
               Calicratides
               ,
            
             
               
                 Xerxes
                 ,
                 Cyrus
              
               ,
               and
               Argantonius
               ?
            
             
               Philip
               of
               
                 Macedon
                 ,
                 Theramines
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Aiax
                 ,
                 Iason
              
               ,
               and
               Aurelianus
               ,
            
             
               Achilles
               ,
               and
               the
               old
               king
               Priamus
               ,
            
             
               Hector
               ,
               and
               Hercules
               ,
               with
               false
               Sino
               ,
            
             
               Their
               minds
               did
               make
               them
               weaue
               the
               web
               of
               wo.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               twig
               doth
               bend
               as
               Boreas
               blasts
               doe
               blow
               ,
            
             
               So
               man
               doth
               walke
               euen
               as
               his
               mind
               doth
               moue
               :
            
             
               Then
               happie
               he
               who
               hath
               a
               mind
               to
               know
            
             
               Such
               things
               as
               be
               the
               best
               for
               his
               behoue
               :
            
             
               No
               doubt
               the
               mind
               which
               vertuous
               acts
               doth
               loue
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               make
               a
               man
               euen
               Caesar
               to
               surpasse
            
             
               For
               noble
               deeds
               ,
               who
               Prince
               of
               prowesse
               was
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               he
               who
               hath
               his
               mind
               to
               mischiefe
               bent
               ,
            
             
               All
               his
               delight
               from
               vertue
               doth
               decline
               ,
            
             
               Like
               me
               too
               late
               he
               shall
               his
               faults
               repent
               ,
            
             
               His
               sinfull
               soule
               shall
               feele
               the
               fall
               in
               fine
            
             
               That
               I
               haue
               felt
               :
               which
               makes
               me
               to
               repine
            
             
               Against
               my
               mind
               :
               for
               Nature
               did
               her
               part
               ,
            
             
               My
               mind
               enclin'd
               to
               ill
               ,
               did
               spoile
               my
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               though
               I
               were
               of
               comely
               personage
               ?
            
             
               Iointly
               my
               ioints
               were
               ioin'd
               with
               perfect
               shape
               ,
            
             
               Adorned
               eke
               with
               so
               sweet
               a
               visage
               ,
            
             
               That
               neuer
               yet
               from
               Natures
               hands
               did
               scape
            
             
               A
               worke
               ymade
               of
               such
               a
               perfect
               shape
               :
            
             
               But
               what
               of
               that
               ?
               these
               gifts
               for
               want
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Deformed
               quite
               the
               feature
               of
               my
               face
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               ,
               my
               mind
               to
               ruthfull
               ruine
               bent
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               delight
               in
               lothsome
               lecherie
               :
            
             
               I
               neuer
               did
               my
               odious
               deeds
               repent
               ,
            
             
               In
               drunkennesse
               ,
               in
               extreme
               crueltie
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               delight
               in
               all
               impietie
               .
            
             
               As
               for
               delight
               in
               princely
               exercise
               ,
            
             
               The
               feates
               of
               armes
               I
               did
               them
               most
               despise
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               By
               meanes
               whereof
               my
               subiects
               did
               me
               hate
               ,
            
             
               And
               forraine
               foes
               ,
               to
               burne
               my
               Realme
               were
               bold
               :
            
             
               With
               warre
               the
               Danes
               did
               alter
               straight
               the
               state
               .
            
             
               First
               Fortune
               did
               my
               common-weale
               vnfold
               ,
            
             
               Then
               pestilence
               did
               make
               my
               courage
               cold
               :
            
             
               And
               last
               of
               all
               ,
               my
               foes
               the
               dreadfull
               Danes
            
             
               Did
               make
               me
               pay
               them
               tribute
               for
               their
               paines
               .
            
          
           
             
               Euen
               now
               the
               Realme
               of
               England
               did
               decay
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               the
               Danes
               their
               tribute
               had
               consum'd
               ,
            
             
               Forthwith
               they
               made
               vs
               greater
               summes
               to
               pay
               .
            
             
               From
               ten
               to
               fifteene
               thousand
               they
               presum'd
            
             
               Of
               pounds
               to
               make
               vs
               pay
               :
               so
               I
               redeem'd
            
             
               With
               money
               bags
               my
               carefull
               common-wealth
               ,
            
             
               The
               onely
               meanes
               reserued
               for
               my
               health
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               thus
               the
               want
               of
               courage
               on
               my
               part
            
             
               Had
               giuen
               my
               foes
               so
               sure
               a
               footing
               here
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               disease
               with
               her
               destroying
               dart
            
             
               Had
               wipte
               away
               my
               subiects
               euery
               where
               :
            
             
               Euen
               then
               too
               late
               my
               wisemen
               did
               appeere
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               heretofore
               I
               alwayes
               did
               detest
            
             
               Their
               counsaile
               graue
               ,
               at
               last
               they
               thus
               exprest
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Egelred
               the
               fruite
               of
               fearefulnesse
               ,
            
             
               Of
               riot
               thou
               the
               right
               reward
               dost
               reape
               :
            
             
               But
               if
               thou
               wilt
               auoid
               this
               wretchednesse
               ,
            
             
               Be
               wise
               ,
               and
               looke
               about
               before
               you
               leape
               .
            
             
               Of
               hatefull
               haps
               you
               see
               a
               hideous
               heape
            
             
               Before
               your
               face
               ,
               therefore
               in
               time
               giue
               eare
               ,
            
             
               And
               wisely
               waigh
               the
               words
               which
               thou
               shalt
               heare
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               noble
               Duke
               Richard
               of
               Normandy
               ,
            
             
               A
               Sister
               hath
               ,
               whom
               thee
               we
               wish
               to
               wed
               ,
            
             
               By
               meanes
               whereof
               from
               this
               captiuity
            
             
               We
               may
               be
               brought
               ,
               and
               that
               without
               bloodshed
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               these
               Danes
               these
               Normans
               so
               do
               dread
               ,
            
             
               That
               if
               from
               thence
               an
               ayd
               we
               can
               procure
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               foes
               no
               doubt
               can
               neuer
               long
               indure
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               mayd
               she
               may
               a
               Princes
               fancie
               please
               ,
            
             
               Her
               brother
               is
               a
               man
               of
               great
               renowne
               :
            
             
               This
               way
               O
               King
               may
               make
               thy
               subiects
               ease
               ,
            
             
               It
               may
               restore
               the
               freedome
               of
               thy
               Crowne
               :
            
             
               This
               onely
               way
               will
               bring
               thy
               fomen
               downe
               .
            
             
               If
               thou
               thy
               Crowne
               and
               common-weale
               dost
               loue
               ,
            
             
               Do
               thou
               the
               thing
               so
               much
               for
               thy
               behoue
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               by
               their
               meanes
               I
               maried
               the
               maid
               ,
            
             
               She
               Emma
               hight
               ,
               the
               floure
               of
               Normandie
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               I
               was
               so
               glad
               and
               well
               apaid
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               the
               world
               with
               my
               prosperitie
            
             
               Could
               not
               compare
               :
               and
               in
               that
               iollitie
            
             
               I
               did
               deuise
               by
               traines
               of
               secret
               treason
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               the
               Danes
               to
               death
               ,
               in
               a
               good
               season
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               did
               a
               feast
               through
               all
               my
               Realme
               proclame
               ,
            
             
               At
               which
               both
               Danes
               and
               Englishmen
               did
               meete
               ,
            
             
               Then
               secretly
               my
               friends
               and
               I
               did
               frame
               ,
            
             
               That
               Englishmen
               the
               Danes
               should
               friendly
               greete
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               feast
               that
               they
               should
               do
               their
               feate
               .
            
             
               And
               that
               they
               might
               the
               better
               worke
               their
               will
               ,
            
             
               They
               thus
               were
               plast
               according
               vnto
               skill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Two
               before
               one
               ,
               and
               three
               before
               fiue
               ,
            
             
               Here
               two
               ,
               and
               there
               two
               ,
               and
               foure
               then
               beliue
               :
            
             
               Here
               one
               ,
               and
               there
               one
               ,
               and
               three
               at
               a
               cast
               ,
            
             
               Then
               one
               ,
               and
               twice
               two
               ,
               and
               one
               at
               the
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               mingled
               thus
               ,
               the
               watch
               word
               wisely
               giuen
               ,
            
             
               And
               Englishmen
               with
               weapons
               well
               bestead
               ,
            
             
               The
               Danes
               amidst
               their
               cups
               were
               shauen
               and
               shriuen
               :
            
             
               Fiue
               hundred
               thousand
               in
               one
               day
               were
               dead
               .
            
             
               Now
               note
               the
               end
               of
               blood
               so
               heastly
               shead
               :
            
             
               For
               Swane
               the
               king
               of
               Denmarke
               did
               arriue
               ,
            
             
               He
               for
               reuenge
               did
               me
               to
               Richard
               driue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Marke
               here
               how
               lawlesse
               polices
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               Their
               good
               successe
               do
               promise
               present
               paine
               .
            
             
               What
               ?
               May
               mans
               vaine
               deuices
               ought
               auaile
               ?
            
             
               Dishonest
               deeds
               no
               honour
               can
               obtaine
               ,
            
             
               Al
               murthering
               Massacres
               be
               vile
               and
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               Such
               suttle
               slights
               haue
               neuer
               good
               successe
               ;
            
             
               The
               proofe
               whereof
               with
               paine
               I
               here
               expresse
               :
            
          
           
             
               For
               Swane
               with
               sword
               and
               fire
               did
               here
               destroy
               ,
            
             
               Both
               man
               and
               beast
               ,
               and
               euery
               earthly
               thing
               ,
            
             
               He
               did
               that
               noble
               London
               much
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               He
               won
               the
               Realme
               and
               was
               the
               English
               king
               .
            
             
               When
               tract
               of
               time
               him
               to
               his
               beare
               did
               bring
               ,
            
             
               Canutus
               then
               his
               sonne
               did
               him
               succeed
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               to
               displace
               I
               did
               dispatch
               with
               speed
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               brother
               Richard
               Duke
               of
               Normandy
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Normans
               gaue
               to
               me
               a
               goodly
               band
               ,
            
             
               By
               help
               of
               whom
               Canutus
               forst
               to
               flee
               ,
            
             
               I
               got
               againe
               the
               kingdome
               of
               England
               ,
            
             
               But
               out
               (
               alas
               )
               what
               thing
               may
               firmely
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               vnder-prop
               is
               of
               so
               little
               might
               ?
            
             
               That
               want
               of
               strength
               doth
               let
               things
               drop
               downright
               .
            
          
           
             
               Canutus
               did
               from
               Denmarke
               now
               returne
               ,
            
             
               The
               wrathfull
               wight
               appointed
               passing
               strong
               ,
            
             
               My
               subiects
               slue
               ,
               my
               Cities
               he
               did
               burne
               ;
            
             
               Which
               when
               I
               heard
               I
               liu'd
               not
               very
               long
               ,
            
             
               My
               fainting
               heart
               was
               thronged
               with
               a
               throng
            
             
               Of
               cares
               ,
               which
               broke
               it
               in
               my
               fearfull
               brest
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               at
               last
               death
               brought
               my
               bones
               to
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Twice
               tenne
               and
               eight
               I
               ranne
               my
               ruthfull
               race
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               in
               Pauls
               my
               cursed
               corps
               was
               laid
               ,
            
             
               Canutus
               did
               my
               common-weale
               deface
               ,
            
             
               The
               Danes
               were
               kings
               ,
               my
               kingdome
               was
               decaid
               ,
            
             
               This
               world
               is
               fraile
               ,
               and
               euery
               thing
               must
               fade
               ,
            
             
               But
               alwaies
               that
               which
               wanteth
               gouernment
               ,
            
             
               That
               first
               doth
               feele
               the
               force
               of
               dangers
               dent
               .
            
          
           
             Thomas
             Blener
             Hasset
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             EDRICVS
             EARLE
             OF
             MERCIA
             ,
             DESTROYED
             THE
             VALIANT
             KING
             EDMVND
             IRON
             side
             ,
             in
             hope
             of
             aduancement
             ,
             and
             how
             he
             was
             
               rewarded
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1018.
             
          
           
             
               YOu
               hellish
               hags
               of
               Limbo
               Lake
               below
               ,
            
             
               Which
               daily
               do
               my
               cursed
               corps
               torment
               ,
            
             
               Come
               forth
               ,
               come
               forth
               ,
               come
               forth
               ,
               (
               I
               say
               )
               and
               shew
            
             
               How
               I
               on
               earth
               my
               dismall
               daies
               haue
               spent
               .
            
             
               And
               wil
               you
               not
               you
               wretched
               wights
               assent
            
             
               To
               helpe
               me
               here
               to
               tell
               that
               drierie
               tale
               ,
            
             
               Which
               may
               amongst
               men
               liuing
               much
               preuaile
               ?
            
          
           
             
               O
               cursed
               ghost
               condemn'd
               to
               endlesse
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               they
               refuse
               to
               aid
               thee
               in
               this
               need
               ,
            
             
               Do
               thou
               declare
               and
               tel
               the
               truth
               af
               all
               ,
            
             
               That
               men
               aliue
               my
               wretched
               works
               may
               read
               ,
            
             
               And
               see
               the
               fruite
               of
               suttle
               Satans
               seed
               ,
            
             
               Auoiding
               vice
               ,
               and
               fancies
               fond
               delight
               ,
            
             
               Note
               well
               my
               tale
               ,
               the
               truth
               I
               shall
               recite
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               Etheldred
               had
               giuen
               Canutus
               place
               ,
            
             
               Edmund
               his
               sonne
               surnamed
               Ironside
               ,
            
             
               Deuising
               how
               he
               might
               his
               foe
               deface
               ,
            
             
               By
               wrath
               of
               warre
               the
               cause
               they
               did
               decide
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               end
               the
               Realme
               they
               did
               diuide
               .
            
             
               Edmund
               had
               halfe
               ,
               Canutus
               had
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Then
               they
               with
               peace
               and
               quietnesse
               were
               blest
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               blind
               beleefe
               ,
               O
               hope
               of
               higher
               hope
               ,
            
             
               Why
               did
               you
               moue
               my
               minde
               to
               meditate
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               in
               woe
               king
               Edmund
               might
               in
               wrap
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               I
               might
               depresse
               my
               kings
               estate
               ?
            
             
               Thou
               blind
               beleefe
               ,
               thou
               breeder
               of
               debate
               ,
            
             
               I
               wanting
               grace
               did
               let
               thee
               moue
               my
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Causelesse
               to
               kil
               a
               courteous
               king
               ,
               and
               kinde
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               He
               being
               kild
               ,
               I
               to
               Canutus
               went
            
             
               To
               whom
               I
               sayd
               ,
               See
               here
               a
               faithfull
               friend
               ,
            
             
               I
               for
               thy
               loue
               with
               bloody
               blade
               haue
               hent
               ,
            
             
               And
               brought
               my
               King
               to
               his
               vntimely
               end
               :
            
             
               Thou
               by
               that
               meanes
               shalt
               rule
               thy
               realme
               with
               rest
               ,
            
             
               My
               friendly
               ●ist
               with
               happie
               good
               successe
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               thee
               inricht
               with
               blisse
               and
               happinesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hast
               thou
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               destroy'd
               thy
               soueraigne
               King
               ?
            
             
               Thou
               faithlesse
               sawning
               friend
               ,
               for
               loue
               of
               me
               ?
            
             
               Thou
               verlet
               vile
               ,
               and
               could'st
               thou
               doe
               the
               thing
            
             
               The
               which
               might
               more
               a
               bridge
               my
               libertie
               ?
            
             
               O
               heinous
               act
               !
               O
               bloodie
               crueltie
            
             
               But
               sith
               that
               loue
               did
               moue
               thee
               doe
               that
               deede
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               for
               thy
               paines
               shalt
               be
               preferd
               with
               speede
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherewith
               in
               haste
               he
               to
               the
               hangman
               said
               ,
            
             
               Let
               this
               mans
               head
               the
               highest
               place
               obtaine
            
             
               On
               London
               walles
               :
               wherewith
               I
               neuer
               staid
               ,
            
             
               But
               on
               a
               block
               my
               neck
               was
               cut
               in
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               mens
               sight
               ,
               my
               head
               did
               long
               remaine
               .
            
             
               See
               here
               what
               wit
               the
               grape
               of
               hope
               doth
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               See
               on
               what
               sand
               such
               busie
               braines
               do
               build
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               hatefull
               thing
               that
               fancies
               fond
               delight
               ,
            
             
               The
               sense
               of
               mortall
               man
               should
               senselesse
               make
               :
            
             
               When
               vices
               vaunts
               with
               vertues
               deeds
               dare
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Then
               doth
               the
               soule
               the
               happie
               heauens
               forsake
               :
            
             
               Then
               man
               makes
               haste
               to
               Plutoes
               lothsome
               lake
               .
            
             
               Why
               should
               man
               loue
               that
               sugred
               sowre
               sweet
               ,
            
             
               Which
               wisedoms
               lore
               to
               lothe
               hath
               thought
               most
               meet
               ?
            
          
           
             Thomas
             Blener
             Hasset
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             HAROLD
             RAIGNING
             BVT
             NINE
             MONETHS
             ,
             had
             continuall
             warre
             with
             the
             Danes
             ,
             with
             the
             Norway
             King
             ,
             with
             his
             brother
             TOSTIVS
             ,
             
               and
               was
               at
               last
               slaine
               in
               battell
               by
            
             William
             
               the
               Conquerer
               ,
               An.
               Dom.
            
             1095.
             
          
           
             
               WOuld
               he
               haue
               warre
               ,
               and
               we
               to
               warre
               proclame
               ?
            
             
               O
               Bastand
               Duke
               ,
               and
               dost
               thou
               dare
               to
               fight
               ?
            
             
               My
               Noble
               men
               ,
               come
               forth
               ,
               and
               purchase
               fame
               .
            
             
               Ciue
               me
               my
               sword
               ,
               let
               me
               defend
               my
               right
               .
            
             
               Steppe
               forth
               with
               speed
               my
               Martiall
               men
               of
               might
               :
            
             
               With
               Bowes
               and
               Billes
               ,
               let
               vs
               their
               course
               restraine
               :
            
             
               And
               teach
               them
               that
               their
               vanting
               vowes
               be
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               that
               we
               may
               with
               wisdome
               wisely
               worke
               ,
            
             
               It
               vs
               behoues
               in
               Normandie
               to
               fight
            
             
               With
               him
               ,
               and
               not
               to
               let
               his
               souldiers
               lurke
            
             
               Heere
               in
               my
               Realme
               ,
               we
               shall
               thereby
               atchiue
            
             
               No
               noble
               act
               ,
               though
               hence
               we
               him
               do
               driue
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               we
               deale
               with
               him
               in
               Normandie
               ,
            
             
               We
               shall
               receiue
               renowne
               and
               victorie
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               is
               the
               best
               with
               forren
               foes
               to
               fight
            
             
               Abroad
               ,
               as
               did
               the
               haughtie
               Hannibal
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               at
               home
               to
               feele
               their
               hatefull
               spight
               .
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               rest
               it
               is
               the
               greatest
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               That
               foes
               arriu'd
               should
               spoile
               our
               subiects
               all
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               a
               truth
               this
               alwaies
               hath
               been
               found
               ,
            
             
               He
               speedeth
               best
               which
               fights
               on
               forren
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               men
               of
               warre
               were
               mustred
               out
               of
               hand
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               my
               haste
               was
               then
               of
               none
               auaile
               :
            
             
               My
               brother
               Tostius
               with
               his
               rebell
               band
               ,
            
             
               In
               euery
               place
               my
               subiects
               did
               assaile
               ,
            
             
               And
               euery
               where
               did
               cause
               their
               hearts
               to
               quaile
               .
            
             
               Whose
               wretched
               state
               from
               farther
               spoile
               to
               shield
               ,
            
             
               I
               by
               my
               power
               did
               force
               him
               flie
               the
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               He
               fled
               to
               Norway
               whence
               a
               cloud
               did
               rise
            
             
               That
               did
               obscure
               the
               shine
               of
               my
               content
               ,
            
             
               When
               loe
               the
               Norman
               Duke
               did
               then
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               to
               yeeld
               my
               Scepter
               would
               assent
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               betwixt
               vs
               to
               and
               fro
               there
               went
            
             
               Despightfull
               letters
               ,
               which
               I
               will
               recite
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               he
               claimes
               ,
               and
               I
               defend
               my
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 
                   WILLIAM
                   DVKE
                   OF
                   NORMANDIE
                   ,
                   AND
                   RIGHT
                   heire
                   to
                   the
                   English
                   Crowne
                   ,
                   to
                   
                     Harold
                     the
                     Vsurper
                  
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   THough
                   birthright
                   cannot
                   cause
                   thee
                   yeeld
                   to
                   me
                   my
                   Crowne
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Yet
                   haue
                   thou
                   some
                   respect
                   of
                   honor
                   and
                   renowne
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   For
                   thou
                   by
                   oath
                   did'st
                   sweare
                   to
                   yeeld
                   to
                   me
                   my
                   right
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   When
                   as
                   I
                   thee
                   prefer'd
                   ,
                   and
                   stal'd
                   thee
                   there
                   by
                   might
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Mine
                   vncle
                
                 Edward
                 
                   he
                   ,
                   thy
                   fathers
                   faithfull
                   friend
                
              
               
                 
                   Gaue
                   me
                   his
                   Crowne
                   ,
                   and
                   thou
                   thereto
                   did'st
                   condescend
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Yet
                   now
                   thou
                   wouldest
                   faine
                   defeate
                   me
                   of
                   my
                   right
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   And
                   proue
                   thy selfe
                   forsworne
                   of
                   former
                   promise
                   plight
                   .
                
              
               
                 Shall
                 Harold
                 
                   haue
                   his
                   hest
                   :
                   shall
                
                 Godwines
                 
                   sonne
                   be
                   guide
                
                 ?
              
               
                 Shall
                 William
                 
                   want
                   his
                   will
                   ,
                   and
                   haue
                   his
                   right
                   deni'd
                   ?
                
              
               
                 Well
                 Harold
                 ,
                 
                   if
                   thou
                   canst
                   with
                   warres
                   determine
                   so
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   I
                   am
                   content
                   :
                   if
                   not
                   ,
                   prouide
                   ,
                   I
                   am
                   thy
                   foe
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   My
                   sonnes
                   and
                   all
                   my
                   kinne
                   shall
                   neuer
                   stint
                   to
                   striue
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   To
                   plucke
                   thee
                   from
                   thy
                   place
                   ,
                   whil'st
                   one
                   is
                   left
                   aliue
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   But
                   if
                   thou
                   wilt
                   bewise
                   ,
                   to
                   me
                   my
                   right
                   resigne
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   And
                   thou
                   shalt
                   haue
                   the
                   place
                   belonging
                   to
                   thy
                   line
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   If
                   not
                   ,
                   with
                   fire
                   and
                   sword
                   I
                   meane
                   thy
                   Realme
                   to
                   spoile
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   I
                   neuer
                   thence
                   will
                   start
                   till
                   I
                   haue
                   forst
                   thy
                   foile
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   And
                   now
                   thou
                   know'st
                   my
                   will
                   ,
                   determine
                   for
                   the
                   best
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Thou
                   maist
                   haue
                   warres
                   ,
                   and
                   if
                   thou
                   wilt
                   ,
                   thou
                   maist
                   haue
                   rest
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   WILLIAM
                   Duke
                   of
                   Normandy
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               THese
               letters
               were
               of
               little
               might
               ,
               to
               make
            
             
               My
               manly
               mind
               to
               grant
               him
               his
               request
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               I
               did
               to
               Fortune
               me
               betake
               ,
            
             
               To
               wage
               new
               warres
               with
               him
               I
               deem'd
               it
               best
               ,
            
             
               So
               from
               his
               fist
               his
               threatning
               blade
               to
               wrest
               .
            
             
               But
               see
               the
               force
               of
               Fortunes
               changing
               cheare
               ,
            
             
               Another
               cloud
               before
               me
               did
               appeare
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               brother
               Tostius
               who
               from
               me
               was
               fled
               ,
            
             
               Did
               now
               returne
               ,
               and
               brought
               the
               Norway
               King
               :
            
             
               They
               did
               deuise
               to
               haue
               from
               me
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               me
               to
               indite
               another
               thing
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Duke
               ,
               then
               plaine
               and
               true
               meaning
               .
            
             
               I
               gaue
               him
               hope
               of
               that
               I
               neuer
               ment
               ,
            
             
               These
               were
               the
               lines
               which
               to
               the
               Duke
               I
               sent
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 
                   HAROLD
                   THE
                   ENGLISH
                   KING
                   ,
                   TO
                   THEE
                   WILLIAM
                   Duke
                   of
                   Normandy
                   .
                
              
               
                 HArold
                 
                   the
                   English
                   King
                   ,
                   thee
                
                 William
                 
                   Duke
                   doth
                   greete
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Thy
                   letter
                   being
                   read
                   ,
                   I
                   haue
                   not
                   thought
                   it
                   meete
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Without
                   a
                   Parlament
                   to
                   do
                   so
                   great
                   a
                   thing
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   As
                   of
                   a
                   forren
                   Duke
                   ,
                   to
                   make
                   an
                   English
                   King
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   But
                   if
                   my
                   three
                   estates
                   will
                   follow
                   my
                   aduice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   receiue
                   the
                   Crowne
                   ,
                   and
                   beare
                   away
                   the
                   price
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Therefore
                   delay
                   a
                   time
                   ,
                   thou
                   shortly
                   shalt
                   receiue
                
              
               
                 
                   With
                   full
                   consent
                   the
                   thing
                   ,
                   which
                   now
                   thou
                   seek'st
                   to
                   haue
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   HAROLD
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
               I
               Arm'd
               in
               haste
               all
               danger
               to
               auoid
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               I
               heard
               my
               brother
               Tostius
               traine
               ,
            
             
               Two
               of
               my
               Earles
               had
               in
               the
               North
               destroy'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               a
               thousand
               men
               he
               there
               had
               slaine
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               we
               met
               ,
               his
               triumph
               was
               in
               vaine
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               and
               mine
               the
               Norway
               King
               there
               kilte
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               my selfe
               my
               brothers
               blood
               there
               spilte
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               when
               the
               Duke
               my
               friendly
               lines
               had
               read
               ,
            
             
               And
               heard
               how
               I
               my
               men
               did
               muster
               new
               ,
            
             
               There
               lies
               a
               Snake
               within
               this
               greene
               grasse
               bed
               ,
            
             
               Quoth
               he
               ,
               therefore
               come
               forth
               my
               warlike
               crew
               ,
            
             
               We
               will
               not
               stay
               to
               see
               what
               shall
               ensue
               .
            
             
               By
               long
               delayes
               ,
               from
               forren
               coasts
               he
               may
            
             
               Procure
               an
               aide
               ,
               to
               scourge
               vs
               with
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               he
               heard
               with
               whom
               I
               had
               to
               deale
               ,
            
             
               Well
               done
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               let
               him
               go
               beate
               the
               bush
               ,
            
             
               I
               and
               my
               men
               to
               the
               lurch
               line
               will
               steale
               ,
            
             
               And
               plucke
               the
               Net
               euen
               at
               the
               present
               push
               ,
            
             
               And
               one
               of
               them
               we
               with
               decay
               will
               crush
               .
            
             
               For
               he
               who
               doth
               the
               victor
               there
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               neuer
               rest
               ,
               till
               he
               hath
               dealt
               with
               twaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               I
               in
               vaine
               who
               had
               the
               victorie
               ,
            
             
               Within
               few
               daies
               was
               forst
               againe
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               My
               strength
               halfe
               spoil'd
               ,
               my
               wounded
               men
               were
               wearie
               ,
            
             
               His
               campe
               was
               comne
               vnwares
               within
               my
               sight
               ,
            
             
               There
               was
               no
               hope
               to
               flee
               by
               day
               nor
               night
               .
            
             
               I
               Harold
               then
               ,
               a
               Harauld
               sent
               in
               haste
               ,
            
             
               To
               know
               the
               plot
               where
               he
               his
               campe
               had
               plaste
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               sent
               me
               word
               ,
               my
               ifs
               and
               ands
               were
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               he
               knew
               the
               drifts
               of
               my
               delay
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               he
               said
               he
               would
               yet
               once
               againe
            
             
               Make
               triall
               ,
               who
               should
               beare
               the
               crowne
               away
               .
            
             
               If
               I
               would
               yeeld
               ,
               he
               said
               his
               men
               should
               stay
               ,
            
             
               If
               not
               ,
               he
               then
               was
               present
               presently
               ,
            
             
               To
               trie
               the
               cause
               by
               Mars
               his
               crueltie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               when
               I
               heard
               ,
               and
               saw
               him
               march
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               His
               Trumpets
               did
               defie
               me
               to
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               In
               haste
               I
               did
               appoint
               my
               very
               traine
               ,
            
             
               And
               souldier-like
               I
               all
               my
               men
               did
               place
               ,
            
             
               I
               neuer
               su'd
               ,
               nor
               pray'd
               ,
               nor
               gapte
               for
               grace
               .
            
             
               For
               hauing
               plaste
               my
               men
               in
               battellray
               ,
            
             
               I
               with
               loude
               voice
               to
               them
               these
               words
               did
               say
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               mates
               ,
               in
               armes
               see
               heere
               the
               last
               assault
               ,
            
             
               Win
               now
               the
               field
               ,
               and
               be
               you
               euer
               blest
               .
            
             
               This
               Bastard
               base
               borne
               Duke
               ,
               shall
               he
               exalt
            
             
               Himselfe
               so
               high
               ?
               giue
               eare
               vnto
               my
               hest
               ,
            
             
               This
               day
               no
               doubt
               we
               shall
               haue
               quiet
               rest
               :
            
             
               For
               good
               successe
               shall
               set
               vs
               free
               from
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Or
               hatefull
               hap
               shall
               bring
               vs
               to
               our
               beare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Euen
               heere
               at
               hand
               his
               power
               doth
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               March
               forth
               my
               men
               ,
               we
               must
               no
               longer
               stay
               :
            
             
               Let
               euery
               man
               abandon
               fainting
               feare
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               as
               guide
               will
               lead
               you
               on
               your
               way
               .
            
             
               Euen
               I
               my selfe
               the
               formost
               in
               the
               fray
               ,
            
             
               Will
               teach
               you
               how
               you
               shall
               abate
               his
               pride
               .
            
             
               Fight
               fight
               my
               men
               ,
               your
               King
               shall
               be
               your
               guide
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               Cros-bow
               men
               my
               Archers
               did
               assaile
            
             
               With
               three
               to
               one
               ,
               yet
               were
               they
               all
               too
               weake
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               his
               forlorne
               hope
               could
               not
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               Them
               to
               assist
               his
               Horsemen
               out
               did
               breake
               ,
            
             
               Three
               troopes
               I
               sent
               on
               them
               the
               wrath
               to
               wreake
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               and
               by
               the
               battel
               's
               both
               did
               ioyne
               ,
            
             
               With
               many
               a
               thrust
               ,
               and
               many
               a
               bloodie
               foine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               three
               maine
               battels
               he
               his
               armie
               made
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               but
               one
               ,
               and
               one
               did
               deale
               with
               three
               :
            
             
               Of
               which
               the
               first
               by
               me
               were
               quite
               dismaide
               ,
            
             
               The
               other
               two
               they
               did
               discomfort
               me
               ,
            
             
               Not
               yeelding
               ,
               but
               in
               yeelding
               blowes
               we
               be
            
             
               (
               With
               losse
               of
               life
               )
               constrain'd
               at
               last
               to
               yeeld
            
             
               The
               crowne
               ,
               the
               kingdome
               ,
               and
               the
               foughten
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
               Note
               now
               the
               lot
               which
               on
               my
               limmes
               did
               light
               ,
            
             
               Nine
               monthes
               no
               more
               ,
               I
               wore
               the
               English
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               In
               euery
               month
               I
               in
               the
               field
               did
               fight
               ,
            
             
               In
               euery
               fight
               ,
               I
               wonne
               a
               fresh
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               last
               my
               strength
               was
               beaten
               downe
               ,
            
             
               And
               heere
               before
               you
               ,
               now
               I
               do
               protest
               ,
            
             
               I
               neuer
               had
               one
               day
               of
               quiet
               rest
               .
            
          
           
           
        
      
       
         
           
           
             To
             the
             Reader
             .
          
           
             HAuing
             hitherto
             continued
             the
             storie
             (
             gentle
             Reader
             )
             from
             the
             first
             entrance
             of
             Brute
             into
             this
             Iland
             ,
             with
             the
             falles
             of
             such
             Princes
             ,
             as
             were
             neuer
             before
             this
             time
             in
             one
             volume
             comprised
             ,
             I
             now
             proceed
             with
             the
             rest
             ,
             which
             take
             their
             beginning
             from
             the
             Conquest
             ,
             whose
             pen-men
             being
             many
             and
             diuers
             ,
             all
             diuerslie
             affected
             in
             the
             method
             of
             this
             their
             Mirror
             ,
             I
             purpose
             only
             to
             follow
             the
             intended
             scope
             of
             that
             most
             honorable
             personage
             ,
             who
             ,
             by
             how
             much
             he
             did
             surpasse
             the
             rest
             in
             the
             eminence
             of
             his
             noble
             condition
             ,
             by
             so
             much
             he
             hath
             exceeded
             them
             all
             in
             the
             excellencie
             of
             his
             heroicall
             stile
             ,
             which
             with
             a
             golden
             pen
             he
             hath
             limmed
             out
             to
             posteritie
             in
             that
             worthy
             obiect
             of
             his
             minde
             ,
             the
             Tragedie
             of
             the
             Duke
             of
             Buckingham
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             preface
             then
             intituled
             Master
             Sackuils
             induction
             .
             This
             worthie
             President
             of
             learning
             ,
             intending
             to
             perfect
             all
             this
             storie
             himselfe
             from
             the
             Conquest
             ,
             being
             called
             to
             a
             more
             serious
             expence
             of
             his
             time
             in
             the
             great
             State-affaires
             of
             his
             most
             royall
             Ladie
             and
             Soueraigne
             ,
             left
             the
             dispose
             thereof
             to
             M.
             Baldwine
             ,
             M.
             Ferrers
             and
             others
             ,
             the
             composers
             of
             these
             Tragedies
             ,
             who
             continuing
             their
             methode
             which
             was
             by
             way
             of
             dialogue
             or
             interlocution
             betwixt
             euery
             Tragedie
             ,
             gaue
             it
             onely
             place
             before
             the
             Duke
             of
             Buckinghams
             complaint
             ,
             which
             order
             I
             since
             hauing
             altered
             ,
             haue
             placed
             the
             Induction
             in
             the
             beginning
             ,
             with
             euery
             Tragedie
             following
             according
             to
             succession
             and
             the
             iust
             computation
             of
             time
             ,
             which
             before
             was
             not
             obserued
             ;
             and
             lest
             any
             one
             thinke
             me
             enuious
             of
             others
             deserts
             ,
             I
             haue
             subscribed
             
             the
             names
             of
             all
             such
             as
             I
             could
             heare
             of
             ,
             vnder
             such
             Tragedies
             as
             each
             one
             particularlie
             hath
             written
             ;
             which
             at
             the
             request
             of
             the
             Printer
             ,
             I
             haue
             briefely
             perused
             as
             the
             former
             .
             In
             which
             (
             friendly
             Reader
             )
             if
             I
             haue
             done
             amisse
             ,
             I
             craue
             pardon
             for
             my
             ouersight
             ,
             hoping
             if
             paines
             will
             in
             stead
             of
             penance
             pacifie
             thee
             ,
             to
             yeeld
             thee
             satisfaction
             and
             content
             in
             my
             additions
             following
             ,
             to
             which
             I
             refer
             thee
             .
          
           
             
               R.
               N.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Mr.
             SACKVILS
             INDVCTION
             .
          
           
             
               THe
               wrathfull
               winter
               hastning
               on
               apace
               ,
            
             
               With
               blustring
               blasts
               had
               all
               ybard
               the
               treene
               ,
            
             
               And
               old
               Saturnus
               with
               his
               frosty
               face
            
             
               With
               chilling
               cold
               had
               pearst
               the
               tender
               greene
               :
            
             
               The
               mantles
               rent
               ,
               wherein
               enwrapped
               beene
            
             
               The
               gladsome
               groues
               that
               now
               lay
               ouerthrowne
               ,
            
             
               The
               tapets
               torne
               ,
               and
               euery
               tree
               downe
               blowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               soile
               that
               erst
               so
               seemly
               was
               to
               seene
               ,
            
             
               Was
               all
               despoyled
               of
               her
               beauties
               hew
               ,
            
             
               And
               soote
               fresh
               flowers
               (
               wherewith
               the
               summers
               Queene
            
             
               Had
               clad
               the
               earth
               )
               now
               Boreas
               blasts
               downe
               blew
               .
            
             
               And
               small
               fowles
               flocking
               ,
               in
               their
               fong
               did
               rew
            
             
               The
               winters
               wrath
               ,
               wherewith
               ech
               thing
               defaste
               ,
            
             
               In
               woefull
               wise
               bewaild
               the
               summer
               past
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hawthorne
               had
               lost
               his
               motley
               liuery
               ,
            
             
               The
               naked
               twigs
               were
               shiuering
               all
               for
               cold
               ;
            
             
               And
               dropping
               downe
               the
               teares
               abundantly
               ,
            
             
               Ech
               thing
               (
               me
               thought
               )
               with
               weeping
               eye
               me
               told
            
             
               The
               cruell
               season
               ,
               bidding
               mee
               with
               hold
            
             
               My selfe
               within
               ,
               for
               I
               was
               gotten
               out
            
             
               Into
               the
               fields
               ,
               whereas
               I
               walkt
               about
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               loe
               the
               night
               with
               mistie
               mantels
               spred
            
             
               Gan
               darke
               the
               day
               ,
               and
               dim
               the
               azure
               skies
               ,
            
             
               And
               Venus
               in
               her
               message
               Hermes
               sped
            
             
               To
               bloudy
               Mars
               ,
               to
               will
               him
               not
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               While
               she
               her selfe
               approcht
               in
               speedy
               wise
               :
            
             
               And
               Virgo
               hiding
               her
               disdainfull
               brest
               ,
            
             
               With
               Thetis
               now
               had
               laid
               her
               downe
               to
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Whiles
               Scorpio
               dreading
               Sagittarius
               dart
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               bowe
               prest
               bent
               in
               fight
               ,
               the
               string
               had
               slipt
               ,
            
             
               Downe
               slide
               into
               the
               Ocean
               floud
               apart
               .
            
             
               The
               Beare
               that
               in
               the
               Irish
               seas
               had
               dipt
            
             
               His
               grizly
               feet
               ,
               with
               speed
               from
               thence
               he
               whipt
               :
            
             
               For
               Thetis
               hasting
               from
               the
               Virgins
               bed
               ,
            
             
               Pursude
               the
               Beare
               ,
               that
               ere
               she
               came
               was
               fled
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               Phaeton
               now
               neere
               reaching
               to
               his
               race
            
             
               With
               glistring
               beames
               ,
               gold
               streaming
               where
               they
               bent
               ,
            
             
               Was
               prest
               to
               enter
               in
               his
               resting
               place
               .
            
             
               Erythius
               that
               in
               the
               cart
               first
               went
               ,
            
             
               Had
               euen
               now
               attain'd
               his
               iourneys
               stent
               :
            
             
               And
               fast
               declining
               hid
               away
               his
               head
               ,
            
             
               While
               Titan
               coucht
               him
               in
               his
               purple
               bed
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               pale-fac'd
               Cinthea
               with
               her
               borowed
               light
               ,
            
             
               Beginning
               to
               supplie
               her
               brothers
               place
               ,
            
             
               Was
               past
               the
               Noonesteed
               sixe
               degrees
               in
               sight
               ,
            
             
               When
               sparkling
               starres
               amid
               the
               heauens
               face
               ,
            
             
               With
               twinkling
               light
               shone
               on
               the
               earth
               apace
               ,
            
             
               That
               while
               they
               brought
               about
               the
               nights
               black
               chare
               ,
            
             
               The
               darke
               had
               dim'd
               the
               day
               ere
               I
               was
               ware
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               sorrowing
               I
               to
               see
               the
               summer
               flowers
               ,
            
             
               The
               liuely
               greene
               ,
               the
               lusty
               lease
               forlorne
               :
            
             
               The
               sturdie
               trees
               so
               shattred
               with
               the
               showers
               ,
            
             
               The
               fields
               so
               fade
               that
               florisht
               so
               beforne
               ,
            
             
               It
               taught
               me
               well
               all
               earthly
               things
               be
               borne
            
             
               To
               dye
               the
               death
               ,
               for
               nought
               long
               time
               may
               last
               ,
            
             
               The
               summers
               beautie
               yeelds
               to
               winters
               blast
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               looking
               vpward
               to
               the
               heauens
               leames
            
             
               With
               nights
               bright
               starres
               thick
               powdred
               euery
               where
               ,
            
             
               Which
               erst
               so
               glistred
               with
               the
               golden
               streames
               ,
            
             
               That
               chearfull
               Phoebus
               spred
               downe
               from
               his
               sphere
               ,
            
             
               Beholding
               darke
               oppressing
               day
               so
               neere
               .
            
             
               The
               sudden
               sight
               reduced
               to
               my
               mind
               ,
            
             
               The
               sundry
               changes
               that
               in
               earth
               we
               find
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               That
               musing
               on
               this
               worldly
               wealth
               in
               thought
               ,
            
             
               Which
               coms
               and
               goes
               more
               faster
               then
               we
               see
            
             
               The
               flickering
               flame
               that
               with
               the
               fire
               is
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               My
               busie
               minde
               presented
               vnto
               me
            
             
               Such
               fall
               of
               Peeres
               as
               in
               the
               realme
               had
               be
               :
            
             
               That
               oft
               I
               wisht
               some
               would
               their
               woes
               descriue
               ,
            
             
               To
               warne
               the
               rest
               whom
               Fortune
               left
               aliue
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               strait
               forth
               stalking
               with
               redoubled
               pace
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               I
               saw
               the
               night
               drew
               on
               so
               fast
               ,
            
             
               In
               black
               all
               clad
               there
               fell
               before
               my
               face
            
             
               A
               piteous
               wight
               ,
               whom
               woe
               had
               all
               forewast
               ,
            
             
               Forth
               on
               her
               eyes
               the
               crystall
               teares
               out
               brast
               ,
            
             
               And
               sighing
               sore
               her
               hands
               she
               wrung
               and
               fold
               ,
            
             
               Tare
               all
               her
               haire
               that
               ruth
               was
               to
               behold
               .
            
          
           
             
               Her
               body
               small
               forwithered
               and
               forespent
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               the
               stalke
               that
               summers
               drought
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               Her
               wealked
               face
               with
               woeful
               teares
               be
               sprent
               ,
            
             
               Her
               colour
               pale
               (
               at
               it
               seemed
               her
               best
               )
            
             
               In
               woe
               and
               plaint
               reposed
               was
               her
               rest
               .
            
             
               And
               as
               the
               stone
               that
               drops
               of
               water
               weares
               ,
            
             
               So
               dented
               were
               her
               cheekes
               with
               fall
               of
               teares
               .
            
          
           
             
               Her
               eies
               full
               swollen
               with
               flowing
               streames
               aflote
               ,
            
             
               Where
               with
               her
               lookes
               throwne
               vp
               full
               piteously
               ,
            
             
               Her
               forcelesse
               hands
               together
               oft
               she
               smote
               ,
            
             
               With
               dolefull
               shrikes
               ,
               that
               eckoed
               in
               the
               skye
               :
            
             
               Whose
               plaint
               such
               sighs
               did
               straight
               accompany
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               my
               doome
               was
               neuer
               man
               did
               see
            
             
               A
               wight
               but
               halfe
               so
               woe
               begone
               as
               shee
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               stood
               agast
               ,
               beholding
               all
               her
               plight
               ,
            
             
               Tweene
               dread
               and
               dolour
               so
               distraind
               in
               hart
               ,
            
             
               That
               while
               my
               haires
               vpstarted
               with
               the
               sight
               ,
            
             
               The
               teares
               outstreamd
               for
               sorow
               of
               her
               smart
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               I
               saw
               no
               end
               that
               could
               appart
            
             
               The
               deadly
               dole
               ,
               which
               shee
               so
               sore
               did
               make
               ,
            
             
               With
               dolefull
               voice
               then
               thus
               to
               her
               I
               spake
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Vnwrap
               thy
               woes
               what
               euer
               wight
               thou
               bee
               ,
            
             
               And
               stint
               in
               time
               to
               spill
               thy selfe
               with
               plaint
               ,
            
             
               Tell
               what
               thou
               art
               ,
               and
               whence
               ,
               for
               well
               I
               see
            
             
               Thou
               canst
               not
               dure
               with
               sorrow
               thus
               attaint
               .
            
             
               And
               with
               that
               word
               of
               sorrow
               all
               forfaint
               ,
            
             
               She
               looked
               vp
               ,
               and
               prostrate
               as
               she
               lay
               ,
            
             
               With
               piteous
               sound
               ,
               lo
               thus
               she
               gan
               to
               say
               :
            
          
           
             
               Alas
               ,
               I
               wretch
               whom
               thus
               thou
               seest
               distrain'd
            
             
               With
               wasting
               woes
               that
               neuer
               shall
               aslake
               ,
            
             
               Sorrow
               I
               am
               ,
               in
               endlesse
               torments
               pain'd
            
             
               Among
               the
               Furies
               in
               th'
               infernall
               lake
               :
            
             
               Where
               Pluto
               God
               of
               Hell
               so
               grizly
               black
            
             
               Doth
               hold
               his
               throne
               ,
               and
               Laetheus
               deadly
               tast
            
             
               Doth
               reue
               remembrance
               of
               each
               thing
               forepast
               :
            
          
           
             
               Whence
               come
               I
               am
               ,
               the
               drery
               destiny
            
             
               And
               lucklesse
               lot
               for
               to
               bemone
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               Fortune
               in
               this
               maze
               of
               misery
               ,
            
             
               Of
               wretched
               chance
               ,
               most
               wofull
               Mirors
               chose
               ,
            
             
               That
               when
               thou
               seest
               how
               lightly
               they
               did
               lose
            
             
               Their
               pomp
               ,
               their
               power
               ,
               and
               that
               they
               thought
               most
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               mayst
               soone
               deeme
               no
               earthly
               ioy
               may
               dure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whose
               rufull
               voice
               no
               sooner
               had
               out-brayed
            
             
               Those
               wofull
               words
               ,
               wherewith
               she
               sorrowed
               so
               :
            
             
               But
               out
               alas
               ,
               she
               shright
               and
               neuer
               stayed
               ,
            
             
               Fell
               downe
               ,
               and
               all
               to
               dasht
               her selfe
               for
               wo.
            
             
               The
               cold
               pale
               dread
               my
               limmes
               gan
               ouergo
               ;
            
             
               And
               I
               so
               sorrowed
               at
               her
               sorrowes
               eft
               ,
            
             
               That
               what
               with
               griefe
               and
               feare
               my
               wits
               were
               reft
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               stretcht
               my selfe
               ,
               and
               straight
               my
               heart
               reuiues
               ,
            
             
               That
               dread
               and
               dolour
               earst
               did
               so
               appale
               ,
            
             
               Like
               him
               that
               with
               the
               seruent
               feuer
               striues
               ,
            
             
               When
               sicknesse
               seekes
               his
               castell
               health
               to
               scale
               ,
            
             
               With
               gathred
               sprites
               so
               forst
               I
               feare
               t'auale
               .
            
             
               And
               rearing
               her
               with
               anguish
               all
               foredone
               ,
            
             
               My
               sprits
               return'd
               ,
               and
               then
               I
               thus
               begon
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Sorrow
               ,
               alas
               sith
               Sorrow
               is
               thy
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               to
               thee
               this
               drere
               doth
               well
               pertaiue
               ,
            
             
               In
               vaine
               it
               were
               to
               seeke
               to
               cease
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               But
               as
               a
               man
               himselfe
               with
               sorrow
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               So
               I
               alas
               doe
               comfort
               thee
               in
               paine
               ,
            
             
               That
               here
               in
               sorrow
               art
               foresunke
               so
               deepe
               ,
            
             
               That
               at
               thy
               sight
               I
               can
               but
               sigh
               and
               weepe
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               had
               no
               sooner
               spoken
               of
               a
               stike
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               the
               storme
               so
               rumbled
               in
               her
               brest
               ,
            
             
               As
               Eolus
               could
               neuer
               rore
               the
               like
               ,
            
             
               And
               showres
               downe
               rain'd
               from
               her
               eyes
               so
               fast
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               bedreint
               the
               place
               ,
               till
               at
               the
               last
            
             
               Well
               eased
               they
               the
               dolour
               of
               her
               mind
               ,
            
             
               As
               rage
               of
               raine
               doth
               swage
               the
               stormie
               wind
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               forth
               she
               pased
               in
               her
               fearefull
               tale
               :
            
             
               Come
               ,
               come
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               and
               see
               what
               I
               shall
               show
               :
            
             
               Come
               heare
               the
               plaining
               ,
               and
               the
               bitter
               bale
            
             
               Of
               worthy
               men
               ,
               by
               Fortunes
               ouerthrow
               :
            
             
               Come
               thou
               and
               see
               them
               rewing
               all
               in
               row
               .
            
             
               They
               were
               but
               shades
               that
               erst
               in
               mind
               thou
               rold
               :
            
             
               Come
               ,
               come
               with
               me
               ,
               thine
               eyes
               shall
               them
               behold
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               could
               these
               words
               but
               make
               me
               more
               agast
               ,
            
             
               To
               heare
               her
               tell
               whereon
               I
               mus'd
               while
               ere
               ?
            
             
               So
               was
               I
               maz'd
               therewith
               :
               till
               at
               the
               last
               ,
            
             
               Musing
               vpon
               her
               words
               ,
               and
               what
               they
               were
               ,
            
             
               All
               suddainly
               well
               lessoned
               was
               my
               feare
               :
            
             
               For
               to
               my
               mind
               returned
               how
               she
               teld
            
             
               Both
               what
               she
               was
               ,
               and
               where
               her
               wun
               she
               held
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereby
               I
               knew
               that
               she
               a
               Goddesse
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               therewithall
               resorted
               to
               my
               mind
            
             
               My
               thought
               ,
               that
               late
               presented
               me
               the
               glas
            
             
               Of
               brittle
               state
               ,
               of
               cares
               that
               here
               we
               find
               ,
            
             
               Of
               thousand
               woes
               to
               silly
               men
               assignd
               :
            
             
               And
               how
               she
               now
               bid
               me
               come
               and
               behold
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               with
               eye
               that
               earst
               in
               thought
               I
               told
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Flat
               downe
               I
               fell
               ,
               and
               with
               all
               reuerence
            
             
               Adored
               her
               ,
               perceiuing
               now
               that
               shee
            
             
               A
               Goddesse
               sent
               by
               godly
               prouidence
               ,
            
             
               In
               earthly
               shape
               thus
               shew'd
               her selfe
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               To
               waile
               and
               rue
               this
               worlds
               vncertainty
               :
            
             
               And
               while
               I
               honourd
               thus
               her
               Godheads
               might
               ,
            
             
               With
               plaining
               voice
               these
               words
               to
               me
               she
               shright
               :
            
          
           
             
               I
               shall
               thee
               guide
               first
               to
               the
               griesly
               lake
               ,
            
             
               And
               thence
               vnto
               the
               blisfull
               place
               of
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Where
               thou
               shalt
               see
               and
               heare
               the
               plaint
               they
               make
               ,
            
             
               That
               whilome
               here
               bare
               swinge
               among
               the
               best
               .
            
             
               This
               shalt
               thou
               see
               ,
               but
               great
               is
               the
               vnrest
            
             
               That
               thou
               must
               bide
               ,
               before
               thou
               canst
               attaine
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               dreadfull
               place
               where
               these
               remaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               with
               these
               words
               as
               I
               vpraised
               stood
               ,
            
             
               And
               gan
               to
               follow
               her
               that
               straight
               forth
               paste
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               I
               was
               ware
               ,
               into
               a
               desert
               wood
            
             
               We
               now
               were
               come
               :
               where
               hand
               in
               hand
               imbraste
            
             
               She
               led
               the
               way
               ,
               and
               through
               the
               thicke
               so
               traste
               ,
            
             
               As
               but
               I
               had
               bene
               guided
               by
               her
               might
               ,
            
             
               It
               was
               no
               way
               for
               any
               mortall
               wight
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               loe
               ,
               while
               thus
               amid
               the
               desert
               darke
               ,
            
             
               We
               passed
               on
               with
               steps
               and
               pace
               vnmeete
               ,
            
             
               A
               rumbling
               rore
               confus'd
               with
               howle
               and
               barke
            
             
               Of
               Dogs
               ,
               shooke
               all
               the
               ground
               vnder
               our
               feete
               ,
            
             
               And
               strooke
               the
               din
               within
               our
               eares
               so
               deepe
               ,
            
             
               As
               halfe
               distraught
               vnto
               the
               ground
               I
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Besought
               returne
               ,
               and
               not
               to
               visit
               hell
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               she
               forthwith
               vplifting
               mee
               a
               pace
            
             
               Remou'd
               my
               dread
               ,
               and
               with
               a
               stedfast
               minde
               ,
            
             
               Bad
               me
               come
               on
               ,
               for
               here
               was
               now
               the
               place
               ,
            
             
               The
               place
               where
               we
               our
               trauailes
               end
               should
               finde
               .
            
             
               Wherewith
               I
               rose
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               place
               assingde
            
             
               Astond
               I
               stalkt
               ,
               when
               straight
               we
               approched
               neere
            
             
               The
               dreadfull
               place
               ,
               that
               you
               will
               dread
               to
               heare
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               hideous
               hole
               all
               vaste
               ,
               withouten
               shape
               ,
            
             
               Of
               endlesse
               depth
               ,
               orewhelm'd
               with
               ragged
               stone
               ,
            
             
               With
               ougly
               mouth
               ,
               and
               griesly
               iawes
               doth
               gape
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               our
               sight
               confounds
               it selfe
               in
               one
               .
            
             
               Heere
               entred
               we
               ,
               and
               yeeding
               forth
               ,
               anone
            
             
               A
               dreadfull
               lothly
               lake
               we
               might
               discerne
            
             
               As
               blacke
               as
               pitch
               ,
               that
               cleped
               is
               Auerne
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               deadly
               gulfe
               where
               nought
               but
               rubbish
               growes
               ,
            
             
               With
               foule
               black
               swelth
               in
               thickned
               lumps
               that
               lies
               ,
            
             
               Which
               vp
               in
               th'
               aire
               such
               stinking
               vapors
               throwes
            
             
               That
               ouer
               there
               ,
               may
               flie
               no
               fowle
               but
               dies
               ,
            
             
               Choakt
               with
               the
               noysome
               lauours
               that
               arise
               .
            
             
               Hither
               we
               come
               ,
               whence
               forth
               we
               still
               did
               pace
               ,
            
             
               In
               dreadfull
               feare
               amid
               the
               dreadfull
               place
               :
            
          
           
             
               And
               first
               within
               the
               porch
               and
               iawes
               of
               hell
            
             
               Sate
               deepe
               Remorse
               of
               conscience
               ,
               all
               besprent
            
             
               With
               teares
               :
               and
               to
               her selfe
               oft
               would
               she
               tell
            
             
               Her
               wretchednesse
               ,
               and
               cursing
               neuer
               stent
            
             
               To
               sob
               and
               sigh
               :
               but
               euer
               thus
               lament
               ,
            
             
               With
               thoughtfull
               care
               ,
               as
               she
               that
               all
               in
               vaine
            
             
               Would
               weare
               and
               waste
               continually
               in
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Her
               eyes
               vnstedfast
               rolling
               here
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               Whurl'd
               on
               each
               place
               ,
               as
               place
               that
               vengeance
               brought
               ,
            
             
               So
               was
               her
               mind
               continually
               in
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Tossed
               and
               tormented
               with
               tedious
               thought
            
             
               Of
               those
               detested
               crimes
               which
               she
               had
               wrought
               :
            
             
               With
               dreadfull
               cheere
               and
               lookes
               throwne
               to
               the
               skie
               ,
            
             
               Wishing
               for
               death
               ,
               and
               yet
               she
               could
               not
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               Next
               saw
               we
               Dread
               ,
               all
               trembling
               how
               he
               shooke
               ,
            
             
               With
               foote
               vncertaine
               profered
               here
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               Benum'd
               of
               speech
               ,
               and
               with
               a
               ghastly
               looke
            
             
               Searcht
               euery
               place
               all
               pale
               and
               dead
               for
               feare
               ,
            
             
               His
               cap
               borne
               vp
               with
               staring
               of
               his
               heare
               ,
            
             
               Soyn'd
               and
               amaz'd
               at
               his
               owne
               shade
               for
               dreed
               ,
            
             
               And
               fearing
               greater
               dangers
               then
               was
               need
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               next
               within
               the
               entrie
               of
               this
               lake
            
             
               Sate
               fell
               Reuenge
               gnashing
               her
               teeth
               for
               ire
               ,
            
             
               Deuising
               meanes
               how
               she
               may
               vengeance
               take
               ,
            
             
               Neuer
               in
               rest
               till
               she
               haue
               her
               desire
               :
            
             
               But
               frets
               within
               so
               farforth
               with
               the
               fire
            
             
               Of
               wreaking
               flames
               ,
               that
               now
               determines
               she
            
             
               To
               die
               by
               death
               ,
               or
               veng'd
               by
               death
               to
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               fell
               Reuenge
               with
               bloudie
               foule
               pretence
            
             
               Had
               shew'd
               her selfe
               as
               next
               in
               order
               set
               ,
            
             
               With
               trembling
               limbes
               we
               softly
               parted
               thence
               ,
            
             
               Till
               in
               our
               eyes
               another
               sight
               we
               met
               :
            
             
               When
               from
               my
               heart
               a
               sigh
               forthwith
               I
               fet
               ,
            
             
               Ruing
               alas
               vpon
               the
               wofull
               plight
            
             
               Of
               Miserie
               ,
               that
               next
               appear'd
               in
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               face
               was
               leane
               ,
               and
               somedeale
               pin'd
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               his
               hands
               consumed
               to
               the
               bone
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               his
               bodie
               was
               I
               cannot
               say
               ,
            
             
               For
               on
               his
               carkas
               rayment
               had
               he
               none
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               clouts
               and
               patches
               pieced
               one
               by
               one
               ,
            
             
               With
               staffe
               in
               hand
               ,
               and
               scrip
               on
               shoulder
               cast
               ,
            
             
               His
               chiefe
               defence
               against
               the
               winters
               blast
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               food
               for
               most
               ,
               was
               wilde
               fruits
               of
               the
               tree
               ,
            
             
               Vnlesse
               sometime
               some
               crums
               fell
               to
               his
               share
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               his
               wallet
               long
               God
               workepthe
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               the
               which
               full
               daintily
               would
               faire
               .
            
             
               His
               drinke
               the
               running
               streame
               :
               his
               cup
               the
               bare
            
             
               Of
               his
               palme
               closde
               ,
               his
               bed
               the
               hard
               cold
               ground
               .
            
             
               To
               this
               poore
               life
               was
               Miserie
               ybound
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whose
               wretched
               state
               when
               we
               had
               well
               beheld
               ,
            
             
               With
               tender
               ruth
               on
               him
               and
               on
               his
               feeres
               ,
            
             
               In
               thoughtfull
               cares
               ,
               forth
               then
               our
               pace
               we
               held
               :
            
             
               And
               by
               and
               by
               ,
               another
               shape
               appeeres
            
             
               Of
               greedie
               Care
               ,
               still
               brushing
               vp
               the
               breers
               ,
            
             
               His
               knuckles
               knob'd
               ,
               his
               flesh
               deepe
               dented
               in
               ,
            
             
               With
               tawed
               hands
               ,
               and
               hard
               ytanned
               skin
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               morrow
               gray
               no
               sooner
               hath
               begun
            
             
               To
               spread
               his
               light
               euen
               peeping
               in
               our
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               is
               vp
               and
               to
               his
               worke
               yrun
               .
            
             
               But
               let
               the
               nights
               blacke
               mistie
               mantles
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               foule
               darke
               neuer
               so
               much
               disguise
            
             
               The
               faire
               bright
               day
               ,
               yet
               ceaseth
               he
               no
               while
               ,
            
             
               But
               hath
               his
               candles
               to
               prolong
               his
               toile
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               him
               lay
               heauie
               Sleepe
               cosin
               of
               Death
            
             
               Flat
               on
               the
               ground
               ,
               and
               still
               as
               any
               stone
               ,
            
             
               A
               very
               corps
               ,
               saue
               yeelding
               forth
               a
               breath
               .
            
             
               Small
               keepe
               tooke
               he
               whom
               Fortune
               frowned
               on
               ,
            
             
               Or
               whom
               she
               lifted
               vp
               into
               the
               throne
            
             
               Of
               high
               renowne
               ,
               but
               as
               a
               liuing
               death
               ,
            
             
               So
               dead
               aliue
               ,
               of
               life
               he
               drew
               the
               breath
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               bodies
               rest
               ,
               the
               quiet
               of
               the
               hart
               ,
            
             
               The
               trauailes
               ease
               ,
               the
               still
               nights
               feere
               was
               he
               .
            
             
               And
               of
               our
               life
               in
               earth
               the
               better
               part
               ,
            
             
               Reuer
               of
               sight
               ,
               and
               yet
               in
               whom
               we
               see
            
             
               Things
               oft
               that
               tide
               ,
               and
               oft
               that
               neuer
               bee
               .
            
             
               Without
               respect
               esteeming
               equally
            
             
               King
               Croesus
               pompe
               ,
               and
               Irus
               pouertie
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               next
               in
               order
               sad
               Old
               Age
               we
               found
               ,
            
             
               His
               beard
               all
               hoare
               ,
               his
               eyes
               hollow
               and
               blind
               ,
            
             
               With
               drouping
               cheere
               still
               poring
               on
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               As
               on
               the
               place
               where
               nature
               him
               assign'd
            
             
               To
               rest
               ,
               when
               that
               the
               sisters
               had
               vntwin'd
            
             
               His
               vitall
               thred
               ,
               and
               ended
               with
               their
               knife
            
             
               The
               fleeting
               course
               of
               fast
               declining
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               heard
               we
               him
               with
               broke
               and
               hollow
               plaint
            
             
               Rew
               with
               himselfe
               his
               end
               approching
               fast
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               for
               nought
               his
               wretched
               mind
               torment
               ,
            
             
               With
               sweete
               remembrance
               of
               his
               pleasures
               past
               ,
            
             
               And
               fresh
               delites
               of
               lustie
               youth
               forewast
               .
            
             
               Recounting
               which
               ,
               how
               would
               he
               sob
               and
               shreek
               ?
            
             
               And
               to
               be
               yong
               againe
               of
               Ioue
               beseeke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               and
               the
               cruell
               fates
               so
               fixed
               be
               ,
            
             
               That
               time
               forepast
               cannot
               returne
               againe
               ,
            
             
               This
               one
               request
               of
               Ioue
               yet
               prayed
               he
               :
            
             
               That
               in
               such
               withred
               plight
               ,
               and
               wretched
               paine
               ,
            
             
               As
               eld
               (
               accompanied
               with
               lothsome
               traine
               )
            
             
               Had
               brought
               on
               him
               ,
               all
               were
               it
               woe
               and
               griefe
               ,
            
             
               He
               might
               a
               while
               yet
               linger
               forth
               his
               life
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               not
               so
               soone
               descend
               into
               the
               pit
               :
            
             
               Where
               Death
               ,
               when
               he
               the
               mortall
               corps
               hath
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               With
               wretchlesse
               hand
               in
               graue
               doth
               couer
               it
               ,
            
             
               Thereafter
               neuer
               to
               enioy
               againe
            
             
               The
               gladsome
               light
               ,
               but
               in
               the
               ground
               ylaine
               ,
            
             
               In
               depth
               of
               darknesse
               waste
               and
               weare
               to
               nought
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               had
               nere
               into
               the
               world
               been
               brought
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               who
               had
               seene
               him
               ,
               sobbing
               how
               he
               stood
            
             
               Vnto
               himselfe
               ,
               and
               how
               he
               would
               bemone
            
             
               His
               youth
               forepast
               ,
               as
               though
               it
               wrought
               him
               good
            
             
               To
               talke
               of
               youth
               ,
               all
               were
               his
               youth
               foregone
               ,
            
             
               He
               would
               haue
               musde
               and
               maruail'd
               much
               whereon
            
             
               This
               wretched
               Age
               should
               life
               desire
               so
               faine
               .
            
             
               And
               knowes
               ful
               wel
               life
               doth
               but
               length
               his
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Crookebackt
               he
               was
               ,
               tooth
               shaken
               ,
               and
               blere
               eyde
               ,
            
             
               Went
               on
               three
               feete
               ,
               and
               sometime
               crept
               on
               foure
               ,
            
             
               With
               old
               lame
               bones
               ,
               that
               ratled
               by
               his
               side
               ,
            
             
               His
               scalpe
               all
               pil'd
               ,
               and
               he
               with
               eld
               forlore
               :
            
             
               His
               withred
               fist
               still
               knocking
               at
               Deaths
               dore
               ,
            
             
               Fumbling
               and
               driueling
               as
               he
               drawes
               his
               breath
               ,
            
             
               For
               briefe
               ,
               the
               shape
               and
               messenger
               of
               Death
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               fast
               by
               him
               pale
               Maladie
               was
               plaste
               ,
            
             
               Sore
               sicke
               in
               bed
               ,
               her
               colour
               all
               foregone
               ,
            
             
               Bereft
               of
               stomacke
               ,
               sauour
               ,
               and
               of
               taste
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               could
               she
               brooke
               no
               meate
               but
               broths
               alone
               .
            
             
               Her
               breath
               corrupt
               ,
               her
               keepers
               euery
               one
            
             
               Abhorring
               her
               ,
               her
               sicknesse
               past
               recure
               ,
            
             
               Detesting
               physicke
               ,
               and
               all
               physickes
               cure
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               oh
               the
               dolefull
               sight
               that
               then
               we
               see
               ,
            
             
               We
               turn'd
               our
               looke
               ,
               and
               on
               the
               other
               side
            
             
               A
               griesly
               shape
               of
               Famine
               mought
               we
               see
               ,
            
             
               With
               greedie
               lookes
               ,
               and
               gaping
               mouth
               that
               cried
               ,
            
             
               And
               roar'd
               for
               meate
               as
               she
               should
               there
               haue
               died
               ,
            
             
               Her
               bodie
               thin
               ,
               and
               bare
               as
               any
               bone
               ,
            
             
               Whereto
               was
               left
               nought
               but
               the
               case
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               alas
               was
               gnawne
               on
               euery
               where
               ,
            
             
               All
               full
               of
               holes
               ,
               that
               I
               ne
               mought
               refraine
            
             
               From
               teares
               ,
               to
               see
               how
               she
               her
               armes
               could
               teare
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               her
               teeth
               gnash
               on
               the
               bones
               in
               vaine
               :
            
             
               When
               all
               for
               nought
               she
               faine
               would
               so
               sustaine
            
             
               Her
               staruen
               corps
               ,
               that
               rather
               seem'd
               a
               shade
               ,
            
             
               Then
               any
               substance
               of
               a
               creature
               made
               .
            
          
           
             
               Great
               was
               her
               force
               ,
               whom
               stonewall
               could
               not
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Her
               tearing
               nailes
               snatching
               at
               all
               she
               saw
               :
            
             
               With
               gaping
               iawes
               ,
               that
               by
               no
               meanes
               ymay
            
             
               Be
               satisfi'd
               from
               hunger
               of
               her
               mawe
               ,
            
             
               But
               eates
               her selfe
               as
               she
               that
               hath
               no
               law
               :
            
             
               Gnawing
               ,
               alas
               ,
               her
               carcase
               all
               in
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               Where
               you
               may
               count
               each
               sinew
               ,
               bone
               ,
               and
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               her
               while
               we
               thus
               firmely
               fixt
               our
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               That
               bled
               for
               ruth
               of
               such
               a
               driety
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Loe
               suddenly
               she
               shrinkt
               in
               so
               huge
               wise
               ,
            
             
               As
               made
               hell
               gates
               to
               shiuer
               with
               the
               might
               .
            
             
               Wherewith
               a
               dart
               we
               saw
               how
               it
               did
               light
            
             
               Right
               on
               her
               brest
               ,
               and
               therewithall
               pale
               Death
            
             
               Enthrilling
               it
               to
               reaue
               her
               of
               her
               breath
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               by
               and
               by
               a
               dumbe
               dead
               corps
               we
               saw
               ,
            
             
               Heauie
               and
               cold
               ,
               the
               shape
               of
               death
               aright
               ,
            
             
               That
               dants
               all
               earthly
               creatures
               to
               his
               law
               :
            
             
               Against
               whose
               force
               in
               vaine
               it
               is
               to
               fight
               .
            
             
               Ne
               Peeres
               ,
               ne
               Princes
               ,
               nor
               no
               mortall
               wight
               ,
            
             
               No
               Towne
               ,
               ne
               Realmes
               ,
               Cities
               ,
               ne
               strongest
               Tower
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               perforce
               must
               yeeld
               vnto
               his
               power
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               His
               dart
               anon
               out
               of
               the
               corps
               he
               tooke
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               hand
               (
               a
               dreadfull
               sight
               to
               see
               )
            
             
               With
               great
               triumph
               eftsoones
               the
               same
               he
               shooke
               ,
            
             
               That
               most
               of
               all
               my
               feares
               affrayed
               mee
               .
            
             
               His
               bodie
               dight
               with
               nought
               but
               bones
               perdie
               ,
            
             
               The
               naked
               shape
               of
               man
               there
               saw
               I
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               All
               saue
               the
               flesh
               ,
               the
               sinow
               ,
               and
               the
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lastly
               stood
               Warre
               in
               glittering
               armes
               yelad
               ,
            
             
               With
               visage
               grim
               ,
               sterne
               looks
               ,
               and
               blackely
               hewed
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               right
               hand
               a
               naked
               sword
               he
               had
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               the
               hilts
               was
               all
               with
               blood
               embrued
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               left
               (
               that
               King
               and
               kingdomes
               rued
               )
            
             
               Famine
               and
               fire
               he
               held
               ,
               and
               therewithall
            
             
               He
               raced
               townes
               ,
               and
               threw
               downe
               towers
               and
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Cities
               he
               sackt
               ,
               and
               Realmes
               that
               whilome
               flowred
            
             
               In
               honor
               ,
               glorie
               ,
               and
               rule
               aboue
               the
               best
            
             
               He
               ouerwhelm'd
               ,
               and
               all
               their
               fame
               deuoured
               ,
            
             
               Consum'd
               ,
               destroy'd
               ,
               wasted
               and
               neuer
               ceast
               ,
            
             
               Till
               he
               their
               wealth
               ,
               their
               name
               and
               all
               opprest
               .
            
             
               His
               face
               forehew'd
               with
               wounds
               ,
               and
               by
               his
               side
            
             
               There
               hung
               his
               targ
               ,
               with
               gashes
               deepe
               and
               wide
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               midst
               of
               which
               ,
               depainted
               there
               we
               found
            
             
               Deadly
               Debate
               ,
               all
               full
               of
               snakie
               heare
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               a
               bloodie
               fillet
               was
               ybound
               ,
            
             
               Out
               breathing
               nought
               but
               discord
               euery
               where
               .
            
             
               And
               round
               about
               were
               portrai'd
               heere
               and
               there
            
             
               The
               hugie
               hosts
               ,
               Darius
               and
               his
               power
               ,
            
             
               His
               Kings
               ,
               Princes
               ,
               his
               Peeres
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               flower
               ;
            
          
           
             
               Whom
               great
               Macedo
               vanquisht
               there
               in
               sight
               ,
            
             
               With
               deepe
               slaughter
               ,
               despoiling
               all
               his
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Pierst
               through
               his
               Realmes
               ,
               and
               danted
               all
               his
               might
               .
            
             
               Duke
               Hannibal
               beheld
               I
               there
               beside
               ,
            
             
               In
               Cannas
               field
               ,
               victor
               how
               he
               did
               ride
               ,
            
             
               And
               wofull
               Romans
               that
               in
               vaine
               withstood
               ,
            
             
               And
               Consul
               Paulus
               couered
               all
               in
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               saw
               I
               more
               the
               fight
               at
               Trasimene
               ,
            
             
               And
               Treberie
               field
               ,
               and
               eke
               when
               Hannibal
            
             
               And
               worthie
               Scipio
               ,
               last
               in
               armes
               were
               sene
            
             
               Before
               Carthago
               gate
               ,
               to
               trie
               for
               all
            
             
               The
               worlds
               Empire
               ,
               to
               whom
               it
               should
               befall
               .
            
             
               There
               saw
               I
               Pompey
               ,
               and
               Caesar
               clad
               in
               armes
               ,
            
             
               Their
               hosts
               allied
               and
               all
               their
               ciuill
               harmes
               ,
            
          
           
             
               With
               Conquerers
               hands
               forbath'd
               in
               their
               owne
               blood
               ,
            
             
               And
               Caesar
               weeping
               ouer
               Pompeyes
               head
               .
            
             
               Yet
               saw
               I
               Scilla
               and
               Marius
               where
               they
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Their
               great
               crueltie
               ,
               and
               the
               deepe
               bloodshead
            
             
               Of
               friends
               :
               Cyrus
               I
               saw
               and
               his
               host
               dead
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               the
               Queene
               with
               great
               despite
               hath
               flong
            
             
               His
               head
               in
               blood
               of
               them
               she
               ouercome
               .
            
          
           
             
               Xerxes
               the
               Persian
               King
               yet
               saw
               I
               there
               ,
            
             
               With
               his
               huge
               host
               that
               dranke
               the
               riuers
               drie
               ,
            
             
               Dismounted
               hilles
               ,
               and
               made
               the
               vales
               vprere
               ,
            
             
               His
               host
               and
               all
               yet
               saw
               I
               slaine
               perdie
               .
            
             
               Thebes
               I
               saw
               all
               rac'd
               how
               it
               did
               lie
            
             
               In
               heapes
               of
               stones
               ,
               and
               Tyrus
               put
               to
               spoile
               ,
            
             
               With
               walles
               and
               towers
               flat
               euened
               with
               the
               soile
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               Troy
               alas
               (
               me
               thought
               )
               aboue
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               It
               made
               mine
               eyes
               in
               very
               teares
               consume
               :
            
             
               When
               I
               beheld
               the
               wofull
               werd
               befall
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               the
               wrathfull
               will
               of
               God
               was
               come
               :
            
             
               And
               Ioues
               vnmoued
               sentence
               and
               foredoome
            
             
               On
               Priam
               King
               ,
               and
               on
               his
               towne
               so
               bent
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               lin
               ,
               but
               I
               must
               there
               lament
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               the
               more
               ,
               fith
               dest'ny
               was
               so
               sterne
            
             
               As
               force
               perforce
               ,
               there
               might
               no
               force
               auaile
               ,
            
             
               But
               she
               must
               fall
               :
               and
               by
               her
               fall
               we
               learne
               ,
            
             
               That
               cities
               ,
               towers
               ,
               wealth
               ,
               world
               ,
               and
               all
               shall
               quaile
               .
            
             
               No
               manhood
               ,
               might
               ,
               nor
               nothing
               mought
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               All
               were
               there
               prest
               full
               many
               a
               Prince
               and
               Peere
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               a
               Knight
               that
               sold
               his
               death
               full
               deere
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Not
               worthie
               Hector
               worthiest
               of
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               Her
               hope
               ,
               her
               ioy
               ,
               his
               force
               is
               now
               for
               nought
               :
            
             
               O
               Troy
               ,
               Troy
               ,
               there
               is
               no
               boote
               but
               bale
               ,
            
             
               The
               hugie
               horse
               within
               thy
               walles
               is
               brought
               :
            
             
               Thy
               turrets
               fall
               ,
               thy
               Knights
               that
               whilome
               fought
            
             
               In
               armes
               amid
               the
               field
               ,
               are
               slaine
               in
               bed
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               gods
               defil'd
               ,
               and
               all
               thy
               honor
               dead
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               flames
               vprising
               ,
               and
               cruelly
               they
               creepe
            
             
               From
               wall
               to
               roofe
               ,
               till
               all
               to
               cinders
               wast
               ,
            
             
               Some
               fire
               the
               houses
               where
               the
               wretches
               sleepe
               ,
            
             
               Some
               rush
               in
               heere
               ,
               some
               run
               in
               there
               as
               fast
               .
            
             
               In
               euery
               where
               or
               sword
               or
               fire
               they
               tast
               .
            
             
               The
               wals
               are
               torne
               ,
               the
               towers
               whurl'd
               to
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               mischiefe
               but
               may
               there
               be
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               Cassandra
               yet
               there
               saw
               I
               how
               they
               haled
            
             
               From
               Pallis
               house
               ,
               with
               spercled
               tresse
               vndone
               ,
            
             
               Her
               wrists
               fast
               bound
               ,
               and
               with
               Greekes
               rout
               empaled
               :
            
             
               And
               Priam
               eke
               in
               vaine
               how
               he
               did
               runne
            
             
               To
               armes
               ,
               whom
               Pyrrhus
               with
               despite
               hath
               done
            
             
               To
               cruel
               death
               ,
               and
               bath'd
               him
               in
               the
               baine
            
             
               Of
               his
               sonnes
               blood
               before
               the
               altar
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               how
               can
               I
               describe
               the
               dolefull
               sight
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               the
               shield
               so
               liuely
               faire
               did
               shine
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               in
               this
               world
               I
               thinke
               was
               neuer
               wight
            
             
               Could
               haue
               set
               forth
               the
               halfe
               ,
               not
               halfe
               so
               fine
               .
            
             
               I
               can
               no
               more
               but
               tell
               how
               there
               is
               seene
            
             
               Faire
               Ilium
               fall
               in
               burning
               red
               gledes
               downe
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               soile
               great
               Troy
               Neptunus
               towne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               from
               when
               scarce
               I
               could
               mine
               eyes
               withdraw
            
             
               That
               fil'd
               with
               teares
               as
               doth
               the
               springing
               well
               ,
            
             
               We
               passed
               on
               so
               far
               forth
               till
               we
               saw
            
             
               Rude
               Acheron
               ,
               a
               lothsome
               lake
               to
               tell
               ,
            
             
               That
               boyles
               and
               bubs
               vp
               swelth
               as
               blacke
               as
               hell
               ,
            
             
               Where
               grieslie
               Charon
               at
               their
               fixed
               tide
            
             
               Still
               ferries
               ghosts
               vnto
               the
               farther
               side
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               aged
               God
               no
               sooner
               Sorrow
               spied
               ,
            
             
               But
               hasting
               straight
               vnto
               the
               bancke
               apace
               ,
            
             
               With
               hollow
               call
               vnto
               the
               rout
               he
               cried
               ,
            
             
               To
               swarue
               apart
               ,
               and
               giue
               the
               Goddesse
               place
               .
            
             
               Straight
               it
               was
               done
               ,
               when
               to
               the
               shoare
               we
               pace
               ,
            
             
               Where
               hand
               in
               hand
               as
               wee
               then
               linked
               fast
               ,
            
             
               Within
               the
               boate
               wee
               are
               together
               plaste
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               forth
               we
               lanch
               full
               fraughted
               to
               the
               brinke
               ,
            
             
               When
               with
               th'
               vnwonted
               waight
               ,
               the
               rusty
               keele
            
             
               Began
               to
               cracke
               as
               if
               the
               same
               should
               sinke
               .
            
             
               We
               hoise
               vp
               mast
               and
               saile
               ,
               that
               in
               a
               while
            
             
               We
               fet
               the
               shoare
               ,
               where
               scarsely
               we
               had
               while
            
             
               For
               to
               arriue
               ,
               but
               that
               we
               heard
               anone
            
             
               A
               three
               sound
               barke
               confounded
               all
               in
               one
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               had
               not
               long
               forth
               past
               ,
               but
               that
               we
               saw
            
             
               Blacke
               Cerberus
               the
               hideous
               hound
               of
               hell
               ,
            
             
               With
               bristles
               reard
               ,
               and
               with
               a
               three
               mouth'd
               Iaw
               ,
            
             
               Foredinning
               th'
               aire
               with
               his
               horrible
               yell
               .
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               deepe
               darke
               caue
               where
               he
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               The
               Goddesse
               straight
               he
               knew
               ,
               and
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               He
               peast
               and
               couched
               ,
               while
               that
               we
               past
               by
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thence
               come
               we
               to
               the
               horrour
               and
               the
               hell
               ,
            
             
               The
               large
               greate
               Kingdomes
               ,
               and
               the
               dreadful
               raigne
            
             
               Of
               Pluto
               in
               his
               throne
               where
               he
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               The
               wide
               waste
               places
               ,
               and
               the
               hugie
               plaine
               :
            
             
               The
               wailings
               ,
               shrikes
               ,
               and
               sundry
               sorts
               of
               paine
               :
            
             
               The
               sighs
               ,
               the
               sobs
               ,
               the
               deepe
               and
               deadly
               groane
               ,
            
             
               Earth
               ,
               aire
               ,
               and
               all
               resounding
               plaint
               and
               moane
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thence
               did
               we
               passe
               the
               three-fold
               emperie
            
             
               To
               th'
               vtmost
               bounds
               ,
               where
               Radamanthus
               raignes
               ,
            
             
               Where
               proud
               folke
               waile
               there
               woefull
               miserie
               ,
            
             
               Where
               dreadfull
               din
               of
               thousand
               dragging
               chaines
               ,
            
             
               And
               balefull
               shriekes
               of
               ghosts
               in
               deadly
               paines
            
             
               Tortur'd
               eternally
               are
               heard
               most
               brim
            
             
               Through
               silent
               shades
               of
               night
               so
               darke
               and
               dim
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               From
               hence
               vpon
               our
               way
               we
               forward
               passe
               ,
            
             
               And
               through
               the
               groues
               and
               vncoth
               paths
               we
               goe
               ,
            
             
               Which
               leade
               vnto
               the
               Cyclops
               walles
               of
               brasse
               :
            
             
               And
               where
               that
               maine-broad
               flood
               for
               aye
               doth
               floe
               ,
            
             
               Which
               parts
               the
               gladsome
               fields
               from
               place
               of
               woe
               ,
            
             
               Whence
               none
               shall
               euer
               passe
               t'
               Elizium
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               Or
               from
               Elizium
               euer
               turne
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               Sorrow
               for
               my
               guide
               ,
               as
               there
               I
               stood
               ,
            
             
               A
               troope
               of
               men
               the
               most
               in
               armes
               bedight
               ,
            
             
               In
               tumult
               clusterd
               'bout
               both
               sides
               the
               flood
               :
            
             
               '
               Mongst
               whom
               ,
               who
               were
               ordaind
               t'eternall
               night
               ,
            
             
               Or
               who
               to
               blissefull
               peace
               and
               sweet
               delight
            
             
               I
               wot
               not
               well
               ,
               it
               seem'd
               that
               they
               were
               all
            
             
               Such
               as
               by
               deaths
               vntimely
               stroke
               did
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               headlesse
               were
               ,
               some
               body
               ,
               face
               and
               hands
               ,
            
             
               With
               shamefull
               wounds
               despoil'd
               in
               euery
               part
               :
            
             
               Some
               strangled
               ,
               some
               that
               dide
               in
               captiue
               bands
               ,
            
             
               Some
               smothred
               ,
               drown'd
               ,
               some
               stricken
               through
               the
               hart
            
             
               With
               fatall
               steele
               ,
               all
               drown'd
               in
               deadly
               smart
               :
            
             
               Of
               hastned
               death
               ,
               with
               shrikes
               ,
               sobs
               ,
               sighs
               and
               teares
               ,
            
             
               Did
               tell
               the
               woes
               of
               their
               forepassed
               yeares
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               staid
               vs
               straight
               ,
               and
               with
               a
               rufull
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Beheld
               this
               heauie
               sight
               ,
               while
               from
               mine
               eies
            
             
               The
               vapored
               teares
               downe
               stilled
               here
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sorrow
               eke
               in
               far
               more
               wofull
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Tooke
               on
               with
               plaint
               ,
               vp
               heauing
               to
               the
               skies
            
             
               Her
               wretched
               hands
               ,
               that
               with
               her
               cry
               the
               rout
            
             
               Gan
               all
               in
               heapes
               to
               swarme
               vs
               round
               about
               .
            
          
           
             
               Loe
               here
               (
               quoth
               Sorrow
               )
               Princes
               of
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               That
               whilome
               sate
               on
               top
               of
               Fortunes
               wheele
               ,
            
             
               Now
               laid
               full
               low
               ,
               like
               wretches
               whurled
               downe
            
             
               Euen
               with
               one
               frowne
               ,
               that
               staid
               but
               with
               a
               smile
               .
            
             
               And
               now
               behold
               the
               thing
               that
               thou
               erewhile
            
             
               Saw
               only
               in
               thought
               ,
               and
               what
               thou
               now
               shalt
               heare
               ,
            
             
               Recount
               the
               same
               to
               Kesar
               ,
               King
               ,
               and
               Peere
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               first
               came
               Henry
               Duke
               of
               Buckingham
               ,
            
             
               His
               cloake
               of
               blacke
               all
               pild
               and
               quite
               forworne
               ,
            
             
               Wringing
               his
               hands
               ,
               and
               Fortune
               oft
               doth
               blame
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               a
               Duke
               hath
               made
               him
               now
               her
               skorne
               .
            
             
               With
               gastly
               lookes
               as
               one
               in
               maner
               lorne
               :
            
             
               Oft
               spred
               his
               armes
               ,
               stretcht
               hands
               he
               ioines
               as
               fast
            
             
               With
               rufull
               cheare
               ,
               and
               vapored
               eyes
               vpcast
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               cloake
               he
               rent
               ,
               his
               manly
               brest
               he
               beat
               ,
            
             
               His
               haire
               all
               torne
               about
               the
               place
               it
               lay
               ,
            
             
               My
               heart
               so
               molt
               to
               see
               his
               griefe
               so
               great
               ,
            
             
               As
               feelingly
               me
               thought
               it
               dropt
               away
               :
            
             
               His
               eyes
               they
               whurld
               about
               withouten
               stay
               .
            
             
               With
               stormy
               sighes
               the
               place
               did
               so
               complaine
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               his
               heart
               at
               each
               had
               burst
               in
               twaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thrice
               he
               began
               to
               tell
               his
               dolefull
               tale
               ,
            
             
               And
               thrice
               the
               sighs
               did
               swallow
               vp
               his
               voice
               :
            
             
               At
               each
               of
               which
               he
               shriked
               so
               withall
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               the
               heauens
               riued
               with
               the
               noise
               :
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               last
               recouering
               his
               voice
               ,
            
             
               Supping
               the
               teares
               that
               all
               his
               brest
               beraind
               ,
            
             
               On
               cruell
               Fortune
               weeping
               thus
               he
               plaind
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             THE
             TWO
             ROgers
             ,
             surnamed
             Mortimers
             ,
             
               for
               their
               sundry
               vices
            
             ,
             ended
             their
             liues
             vnfortunately
             ,
             the
             one
             ,
             An.
             1329.
             the
             other
             ,
             1387.
             
          
           
             
               AMong
               the
               riders
               of
               the
               rolling
               wheele
            
             
               That
               lost
               their
               holds
               ,
               Baldwine
               forget
               not
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               fatall
               thred
               false
               Fortune
               needs
               would
               reele
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               it
               were
               twisted
               by
               the
               sisters
               three
               :
            
             
               All
               folke
               be
               fraile
               ,
               their
               blisses
               brittle
               bee
               :
            
             
               For
               proofe
               whereof
               ,
               although
               none
               other
               were
               ,
            
             
               Suffice
               may
               I
               ,
               Sir
               
                 Roger
                 Mortimer
              
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Not
               he
               that
               was
               in
               Edwards
               dayes
               the
               third
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               Fortune
               brought
               to
               boote
               and
               eft
               to
               bale
               ,
            
             
               With
               loue
               of
               whom
               ,
               the
               king
               so
               much
               she
               sturd
               ,
            
             
               That
               none
               but
               he
               was
               heard
               in
               any
               tale
               :
            
             
               And
               whiles
               she
               smooth
               blew
               on
               this
               pleasant
               gale
               ,
            
             
               He
               was
               created
               Earle
               of
               March
               ,
               alas
               ,
            
             
               Whence
               enuy
               sprang
               which
               his
               destruction
               was
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               wealth
               breeds
               wrath
               ,
               in
               such
               as
               wealth
               doe
               want
               ,
            
             
               Pride
               folly
               breeds
               in
               such
               as
               it
               possesse
               ,
            
             
               Among
               a
               thousand
               shall
               you
               find
               one
               skant
               ,
            
             
               That
               can
               in
               wealth
               his
               lofty
               heart
               represse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               this
               Earle
               due
               proofe
               did
               plaine
               expresse
               :
            
             
               For
               whereas
               he
               was
               somewhat
               haut
               before
               ,
            
             
               His
               high
               degree
               hath
               made
               him
               now
               much
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               now
               alone
               he
               ruleth
               as
               him
               lust
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               recks
               for
               reade
               ,
               saue
               of
               king
               Edwards
               mother
               :
            
             
               Which
               forced
               enuy
               foulder
               out
               the
               rust
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               mens
               hearts
               before
               did
               lie
               and
               smother
               .
            
             
               The
               Peeres
               ,
               the
               people
               ,
               th'
               one
               as
               well
               as
               th'
               other
               ,
            
             
               Against
               him
               made
               so
               hainous
               a
               complaint
               ,
            
             
               That
               for
               a
               traytour
               he
               was
               soone
               attaint
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               all
               such
               faults
               as
               were
               forgot
               afore
               ,
            
             
               They
               skowre
               afresh
               ,
               and
               somwhat
               to
               them
               adde
               :
            
             
               For
               enuy
               still
               hath
               eloquence
               in
               store
               ,
            
             
               When
               Fortune
               bids
               to
               worse
               things
               meanly
               bad
               .
            
             
               Fiue
               hainous
               crimes
               against
               him
               soone
               were
               had
               ,
            
             
               First
               that
               he
               caus'd
               the
               King
               to
               yeeld
               the
               Scot
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               a
               peace
               ,
               townes
               that
               were
               from
               him
               got
               :
            
          
           
             
               And
               therewithall
               the
               Charter
               call'd
               Ragman
               ,
            
             
               That
               of
               the
               Scots
               he
               bribed
               priuy
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               through
               his
               meanes
               sir
               Edward
               of
               Carnaruan
            
             
               In
               Barkely
               Castle
               traiterously
               was
               slaine
               :
            
             
               That
               with
               his
               Princes
               mother
               he
               had
               laine
               ,
            
             
               And
               finally
               ,
               with
               polling
               at
               his
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               Had
               rob'd
               the
               King
               and
               Commons
               of
               their
               treasure
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               these
               things
               loe
               which
               erst
               were
               out
               of
               mind
            
             
               He
               was
               condemn'd
               ,
               and
               hanged
               at
               the
               last
               ,
            
             
               In
               whom
               Dame
               Fortune
               fully
               shewed
               her
               kind
               ,
            
             
               For
               whom
               she
               heaues
               she
               hurleth
               downe
               as
               fast
               .
            
             
               If
               men
               to
               come
               ,
               would
               learne
               by
               other
               past
               ,
            
             
               My
               cosin
               then
               might
               cause
               them
               set
               aside
            
             
               High
               climing
               ,
               bribing
               ,
               murdering
               ,
               lust
               ,
               and
               pride
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               finall
               cause
               why
               I
               this
               processe
               tell
               ,
            
             
               Is
               that
               I
               may
               be
               knowen
               from
               this
               the
               other
               ,
            
             
               My
               like
               in
               name
               ,
               vnlike
               mee
               though
               he
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               I
               thinke
               my
               grandfire
               or
               his
               brother
               :
            
             
               To
               count
               my
               kin
               ,
               dame
               Philip
               was
               my
               mother
               ,
            
             
               Daughter
               and
               heire
               of
               douty
               Lionell
               ,
            
             
               The
               third
               King
               Edwards
               sonne
               ,
               as
               stories
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               father
               hight
               sir
               
                 Edmund
                 Mortimer
              
               ,
            
             
               True
               Earle
               of
               March
               ,
               whence
               I
               was
               after
               Earle
               ,
            
             
               By
               iust
               descent
               these
               two
               my
               parents
               were
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               the
               one
               of
               Knighthood
               bare
               the
               fearle
               ,
            
             
               Of
               womanhood
               the
               other
               was
               the
               pearle
               :
            
             
               Through
               their
               desert
               so
               cal'd
               of
               euery
               wight
               ,
            
             
               Till
               death
               them
               tooke
               ,
               and
               left
               mee
               in
               their
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               th'
               attainter
               of
               the
               elder
               Roger
               ,
            
             
               (
               Whose
               shamefull
               death
               I
               told
               you
               but
               oflate
               )
            
             
               Was
               found
               to
               bee
               vniust
               ,
               and
               passed
               ouer
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               law
               ,
               by
               those
               that
               bare
               him
               hate
               :
            
             
               For
               where
               by
               law
               each
               one
               of
               free
               estate
            
             
               Should
               personally
               be
               heard
               ere
               iudgement
               passe
               ,
            
             
               They
               bard
               him
               this
               ,
               where
               through
               destroid
               he
               was
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               by
               doome
               of
               court
               in
               Parliament
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               had
               prou'd
               our
               Cosin
               ordered
               thus
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               ,
               the
               Lords
               ,
               and
               Commons
               of
               assent
            
             
               His
               lawlesse
               death
               vnlawfull
               did
               discusse
               :
            
             
               And
               both
               to
               bloud
               and
               good
               restored
               vs.
            
             
               A
               preside
               at
               most
               worthy
               ,
               shewed
               ,
               and
               left
               ,
            
             
               Lords
               liues
               to
               saue
               ,
               that
               lawlesse
               might
               bee
               reft
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               While
               Fortune
               vnto
               me
               her
               grace
               did
               deigne
               ,
            
             
               King
               Richards
               grace
               the
               second
               of
               that
               name
               ,
            
             
               (
               Whose
               looser
               life
               did
               soone
               abridge
               his
               reigne
               ,
               )
            
             
               Made
               me
               his
               mate
               in
               earnest
               and
               in
               game
               :
            
             
               The
               Lords
               themselues
               so
               well
               allow'd
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               That
               through
               my
               titles
               duely
               comming
               downe
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               made
               heire
               apparent
               to
               the
               Crowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               then
               but
               I
               was
               euery
               where
               esteemd
               ,
            
             
               Well
               was
               the
               man
               that
               might
               with
               me
               acquaint
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               I
               allow'd
               ,
               as
               Lords
               the
               people
               deemd
               ,
            
             
               To
               whatsoeuer
               folly
               had
               me
               bent
               ,
            
             
               To
               like
               it
               well
               the
               people
               did
               assent
               :
            
             
               To
               mee
               as
               Prince
               attended
               great
               and
               small
               ,
            
             
               I
               hopte
               a
               day
               would
               come
               to
               pay
               for
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               seldome
               ioy
               continueth
               trouble
               void
               ,
            
             
               In
               greatest
               charge
               cares
               greatest
               doe
               ensue
               ,
            
             
               The
               most
               possest
               are
               euer
               most
               annoid
               ,
            
             
               In
               largest
               seas
               sore
               tempests
               lightly
               brue
               ,
            
             
               The
               freshest
               colours
               soonest
               fade
               the
               hue
               ,
            
             
               In
               thickest
               place
               is
               made
               the
               deepest
               wound
               ,
            
             
               True
               proofe
               whereof
               my self
               too
               soone
               haue
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               whilst
               faire
               Fortune
               Iuld
               mee
               in
               her
               lap
               ,
            
             
               And
               gaue
               me
               gifts
               more
               then
               I
               did
               require
               ,
            
             
               The
               subtile
               dame
               behind
               mee
               set
               a
               trap
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               to
               dash
               and
               lay
               all
               in
               the
               mire
               :
            
             
               The
               Irish
               men
               against
               mee
               did
               conspire
               ,
            
             
               My
               lands
               of
               Vlster
               from
               me
               to
               haue
               reft
               ,
            
             
               Which
               heritage
               my
               mother
               had
               mee
               left
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               whiles
               I
               there
               ,
               to
               set
               all
               things
               in
               stay
               ,
            
             
               (
               Omit
               my
               toiles
               and
               trouble
               thitherward
               )
            
             
               Among
               mine
               owne
               with
               my
               retinue
               lay
               ,
            
             
               The
               wilder
               men
               whom
               I
               did
               not
               regard
               ,
            
             
               (
               And
               had
               therefore
               the
               reckles
               mans
               reward
               )
            
             
               When
               least
               I
               thought
               ,
               set
               on
               mee
               in
               such
               number
               ,
            
             
               That
               from
               my
               corps
               my
               life
               they
               rent
               asunder
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Nought
               might
               auaile
               my
               courage
               nor
               my
               force
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               strength
               of
               men
               which
               were
               (
               alas
               )
               too
               few
               :
            
             
               The
               cruell
               folke
               assaulted
               so
               my
               horse
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               my
               helps
               in
               peeces
               they
               to
               hew
               .
            
             
               Our
               bloud
               distaines
               the
               ground
               as
               drops
               of
               dew
               ,
            
             
               Nought
               might
               preuaile
               to
               flie
               nor
               yet
               to
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               For
               whom
               they
               take
               they
               murder
               in
               the
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               know
               no
               law
               of
               Armes
               ,
               nor
               none
               will
               learne
               ,
            
             
               They
               make
               not
               warre
               (
               as
               other
               doe
               )
               a
               play
               :
            
             
               The
               Lord
               ,
               the
               boy
               ,
               the
               Gallowglas
               ,
               the
               Kerne
               ,
            
             
               Yeeld
               or
               not
               yeeld
               ,
               whom
               so
               they
               take
               they
               slay
               .
            
             
               They
               saue
               no
               foes
               for
               ransome
               nor
               for
               pay
               :
            
             
               Their
               chiefest
               boote
               is
               th'
               aduersaries
               head
               ,
            
             
               They
               end
               not
               w●●●e
               till
               th'
               enemie
               be
               dead
               .
            
          
           
             
               Amongst
               these
               men
               or
               rather
               sauage
               beasts
            
             
               I
               lost
               my
               life
               ,
               by
               cruell
               murder
               slaine
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               note
               thou
               well
               my
               geasts
               ,
            
             
               And
               warne
               all
               Princes
               rashnes
               to
               refraine
               :
            
             
               Bid
               them
               beware
               their
               foes
               when
               they
               doe
               faine
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               presume
               vnequally
               to
               striue
               :
            
             
               Had
               I
               thus
               done
               ,
               I
               had
               been
               left
               aliue
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               despis'd
               the
               naked
               Irish
               men
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               for
               they
               flew
               ,
               I
               feared
               them
               the
               lesse
               :
            
             
               I
               thought
               one
               man
               enough
               to
               match
               with
               ten
               ,
            
             
               And
               through
               this
               carelesse
               vnaduisednes
            
             
               I
               was
               destroid
               ,
               and
               all
               my
               men
               I
               gesse
               ,
            
             
               At
               vnawares
               assaulted
               by
               our
               fone
               ,
            
             
               Which
               were
               in
               number
               forty
               to
               vs
               one
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               here
               the
               stay
               of
               fortunate
               estate
               ,
            
             
               The
               vaine
               assurance
               of
               this
               brittle
               life
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               but
               yong-proclamed
               Prince
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               Right
               fortunate
               in
               children
               and
               in
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Lost
               all
               at
               once
               by
               stroke
               of
               bloudy
               knife
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               assur'd
               let
               men
               themselues
               assure
               ,
            
             
               That
               wealth
               and
               life
               are
               doubtfull
               to
               endure
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             THE
             FALL
             OF
             ROBERT
             Tresilian
             chiefe
             Iustice
             of
             England
             ,
             and
             other
             his
             fellowes
             ,
             for
             misconstruing
             the
             
               Lawes
               ,
               and
               expounding
               them
               to
               serue
               the
               Princes
               affections
               ,
               Anno
            
             1388.
             
          
           
             
               IN
               the
               sad
               register
               of
               mischiefe
               and
               mishap
               ,
            
             
               Baldwine
               we
               beseech
               thee
               with
               our
               names
               to
               begin
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               vnfriendly
               Fortune
               did
               train
               vnto
               a
               trap
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               wee
               thought
               our
               state
               most
               stable
               to
               haue
               bin
               .
            
             
               So
               lightly
               leese
               they
               all
               ,
               which
               all
               do
               weene
               to
               win
               .
            
             
               Learne
               by
               vs
               ye
               Lawyers
               and
               Iudges
               of
               this
               Land
               ,
            
             
               Vpright
               and
               vncorrupt
               in
               doome
               alway
               to
               stand
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               print
               ye
               this
               president
               to
               remaine
               for
               euer
               ,
            
             
               Enroll
               and
               record
               it
               in
               Tables
               made
               of
               Brasse
               ,
            
             
               Engraue
               it
               in
               Marble
               that
               may
               be
               raced
               neuer
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Iudges
               of
               the
               Law
               may
               see
               ,
               as
               in
               a
               Glasse
               ,
            
             
               What
               guerdon
               is
               for
               guile
               ,
               and
               what
               our
               wages
               was
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               our
               Princes
               will
               ,
               corrupt
               with
               meed
               and
               awe
               ,
            
             
               Gainst
               Iustice
               wretchedly
               did
               wrest
               the
               sense
               of
               Lawe
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               change
               more
               new
               or
               strange
               when
               was
               there
               euer
               seene
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Iudges
               from
               the
               Bench
               to
               come
               downe
               to
               the
               Barre
               ,
            
             
               And
               Counsellours
               that
               were
               most
               nigh
               to
               King
               and
               Queene
            
             
               Exiled
               their
               Countrie
               ,
               from
               Court
               and
               Counsell
               farre
               ?
            
             
               But
               such
               is
               Fortunes
               play
               ,
               which
               can
               both
               make
               and
               marre
               ,
            
             
               Exalting
               to
               most
               high
               that
               was
               before
               most
               low
               ,
            
             
               And
               turning
               taile
               againe
               ,
               the
               loftie
               downe
               to
               throw
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               such
               as
               late
               afore
               ,
               could
               stoutly
               speake
               and
               plead
            
             
               Both
               in
               Court
               and
               Countrey
               ,
               carelesse
               of
               the
               triall
               ,
            
             
               As
               mummers
               mute
               do
               stand
               without
               aduice
               or
               read
               ,
            
             
               All
               to
               seeke
               of
               shifting
               ,
               by
               trauerse
               or
               deniall
               ,
            
             
               Which
               haue
               seene
               the
               day
               ,
               when
               ,
               for
               a
               golden
               Ryall
               ,
            
             
               By
               finenes
               and
               cunning
               ,
               could
               haue
               made
               blacke
               seeme
               white
               ,
            
             
               And
               most
               extorted
               wrong
               to
               haue
               appeared
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Whilst
               thus
               on
               bench
               aboue
               we
               had
               the
               highest
               place
               ,
            
             
               Our
               reasons
               were
               too
               strong
               ,
               for
               any
               to
               confute
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               at
               barre
               beneath
               ,
               we
               came
               to
               plead
               our
               case
               ,
            
             
               Our
               wits
               were
               in
               the
               wane
               ,
               our
               pleading
               very
               brute
               .
            
             
               Hard
               it
               is
               for
               prisoners
               with
               Iudges
               to
               dispute
               :
            
             
               When
               all
               men
               against
               one
               ,
               and
               none
               for
               one
               shall
               speake
               ,
            
             
               Who
               weenes
               himself
               most
               wise
               ,
               may
               chance
               be
               too
               too
               weake
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               you
               therefore
               that
               sit
               ,
               these
               few
               words
               will
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               That
               no
               man
               sits
               so
               sure
               ,
               but
               he
               may
               haply
               stand
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               whilst
               you
               haue
               place
               ,
               and
               beare
               the
               swing
               and
               sway
               ,
            
             
               By
               fauour
               without
               force
               ,
               let
               points
               of
               Law
               be
               skand
               .
            
             
               Pity
               the
               poore
               prisoner
               that
               holdeth
               vp
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               lade
               him
               not
               with
               law
               ,
               who
               least
               of
               law
               hath
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               Remember
               ere
               ye
               die
               ,
               the
               case
               may
               be
               your
               owne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Behold
               me
               one
               vnfortunate
               amongst
               this
               flocke
               ,
            
             
               Tresilian
               cald
               sometime
               chiefe
               Iustice
               of
               this
               Land
               ,
            
             
               A
               gentleman
               by
               birth
               ,
               no
               staine
               was
               in
               my
               stocke
               ,
            
             
               
                 Locketon
                 ,
                 Holte
                 ,
                 Belknap
              
               ;
               with
               other
               of
               my
               band
               ,
            
             
               Which
               the
               Law
               and
               Iustice
               had
               wholly
               in
               our
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Vnder
               the
               second
               Richarda
               Prince
               of
               greate
               state
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               and
               vs
               also
               ,
               blind
               Fortune
               gaue
               the
               mate
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               all
               our
               Common
               Lawes
               our
               skill
               was
               so
               profound
               ,
            
             
               Our
               credit
               and
               autority
               such
               and
               so
               high
               esteemd
               ,
            
             
               That
               what
               wee
               did
               conclude
               ,
               was
               taken
               for
               a
               ground
               ,
            
             
               Allowed
               was
               for
               Law
               what
               so
               to
               vs
               best
               seemd
               ,
            
             
               Both
               life
               ,
               death
               ,
               lands
               ,
               and
               goods
               ,
               and
               all
               by
               vs
               was
               deemd
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               with
               easie
               paine
               ,
               great
               gaine
               we
               did
               in
               fet
               ,
            
             
               And
               euery
               thing
               was
               fish
               ,
               that
               came
               vnto
               our
               net
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               Sessions
               and
               Sises
               ,
               we
               bare
               the
               stroke
               and
               sway
               ,
            
             
               In
               patents
               and
               commission
               ,
               of
               Quorum
               still
               chiefe
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               to
               whether
               side
               soeuer
               we
               did
               way
               ,
            
             
               Were
               it
               by
               right
               or
               wrong
               ,
               it
               past
               without
               repriefe
               .
            
             
               The
               true
               man
               we
               let
               hang
               some
               whiles
               to
               saue
               a
               thiefe
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Gold
               ,
               and
               of
               Siluer
               ,
               our
               hands
               were
               neuer
               empty
               ,
            
             
               Offices
               ,
               Farmes
               ,
               and
               Fees
               ,
               fell
               to
               vs
               in
               great
               plenty
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               what
               thing
               may
               suffice
               vnto
               the
               greedie
               man
               ?
            
             
               The
               more
               he
               hath
               in
               hold
               ,
               the
               more
               he
               doth
               desire
               :
            
             
               Happie
               and
               twice
               happie
               is
               he
               ,
               that
               wisely
               can
            
             
               Content
               himselfe
               with
               that
               ,
               which
               reason
               doth
               require
               ,
            
             
               And
               moileth
               for
               no
               more
               then
               for
               his
               needfull
               hire
               :
            
             
               But
               greedinesse
               of
               mind
               doth
               seldome
               keepe
               the
               sise
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               enough
               and
               more
               doth
               neuer
               well
               suffice
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               like
               as
               dropsie
               patients
               drinke
               and
               still
               be
               drie
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               vnstanch'st
               greedie
               thirst
               no
               liquor
               can
               allay
               ,
            
             
               And
               drinke
               they
               nere
               so
               much
               ,
               yet
               thirst
               they
               by
               and
               by
               ;
            
             
               So
               catchers
               and
               snatchers
               do
               toile
               both
               night
               and
               day
               ,
            
             
               Not
               needie
               ,
               but
               greedie
               ,
               still
               prolling
               for
               their
               pray
               .
            
             
               O
               endlesse
               thirst
               of
               gold
               ,
               corrupter
               of
               all
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               What
               mischiefe
               is
               on
               mould
               whereof
               thou
               art
               not
               cause
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               madest
               vs
               forget
               the
               saith
               of
               our
               profession
               ,
            
             
               When
               Sergeants
               we
               were
               sworne
               to
               serue
               the
               common
               law
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               ,
               that
               in
               no
               point
               we
               should
               make
               digression
            
             
               From
               approued
               principles
               ,
               in
               sencence
               nor
               in
               sawe
               :
            
             
               But
               we
               vnhappie
               wights
               without
               all
               dread
               and
               awe
            
             
               Of
               the
               Iudge
               eternall
               ,
               for
               worlds
               vaine
               promotion
               ,
            
             
               More
               to
               man
               then
               God
               did
               beare
               our
               whole
               deuotion
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lawes
               we
               did
               interpret
               and
               statutes
               of
               the
               Land
               ,
            
             
               Not
               truly
               by
               the
               text
               ,
               but
               newly
               by
               a
               glose
               :
            
             
               And
               words
               that
               were
               most
               plaine
               ,
               when
               they
               by
               vs
               were
               skand
               ,
            
             
               We
               turned
               by
               construction
               to
               a
               Welchmans
               hose
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               many
               a
               one
               both
               life
               and
               land
               did
               lose
               :
            
             
               Yet
               this
               we
               made
               our
               meane
               to
               mount
               aloft
               on
               mules
               ,
            
             
               And
               seruing
               times
               and
               turnes
               ,
               peruerted
               lawes
               and
               rules
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               climing
               and
               contending
               alway
               to
               the
               top
               ,
            
             
               From
               high
               vnto
               higher
               ,
               and
               then
               to
               be
               most
               hie
               ,
            
             
               The
               hony
               dew
               of
               Fortune
               so
               fast
               on
               vs
               did
               drop
               ,
            
             
               That
               of
               King
               Richards
               counsell
               we
               came
               to
               be
               most
               nie
               :
            
             
               Whose
               fauour
               to
               attaine
               we
               were
               full
               fine
               and
               flie
               .
            
             
               Alway
               to
               his
               profit
               where
               any
               thing
               might
               sound
               ,
            
             
               That
               way
               (
               all
               were
               it
               wrong
               )
               the
               lawes
               we
               did
               expound
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               So
               working
               Law
               like
               waxe
               ,
               the
               subiect
               was
               not
               sure
            
             
               Of
               life
               ,
               of
               land
               ,
               nor
               goods
               ,
               but
               at
               the
               Princes
               will
               ,
            
             
               Which
               caused
               his
               kingdome
               the
               shorter
               time
               to
               dure
               :
            
             
               For
               claiming
               power
               absolute
               both
               to
               saue
               and
               spill
               ,
            
             
               The
               Prince
               thereby
               presumed
               his
               people
               for
               to
               pill
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               his
               lusts
               for
               Law
               ,
               and
               will
               had
               reasons
               place
               ,
            
             
               No
               more
               but
               hang
               and
               draw
               ,
               there
               was
               no
               better
               grace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               the
               King
               outleaping
               the
               limits
               of
               his
               Law
               ,
            
             
               Not
               raigning
               but
               raging
               ,
               as
               youth
               did
               him
               entice
               ,
            
             
               Wise
               and
               worthie
               persons
               from
               Court
               did
               daily
               draw
               ,
            
             
               Sage
               counsell
               set
               at
               naught
               ,
               proud
               vanters
               were
               in
               price
               ,
            
             
               And
               roysters
               bare
               the
               rule
               ,
               which
               wasted
               all
               in
               vice
               :
            
             
               Of
               riot
               and
               excesse
               ,
               grew
               scarcitie
               and
               lacke
               ,
            
             
               Of
               lacking
               came
               taxing
               ,
               and
               so
               went
               wealth
               to
               wracke
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Barons
               of
               the
               Land
               not
               bearing
               this
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               Conspiring
               with
               the
               Commons
               assembled
               by
               assent
               ,
            
             
               And
               seeing
               neither
               reason
               nor
               treatie
               could
               induce
            
             
               The
               King
               in
               any
               thing
               his
               rigour
               to
               relent
               ,
            
             
               Maugre
               his
               Kingly
               might
               they
               call'd
               a
               Parlament
               ,
            
             
               Franke
               and
               free
               for
               all
               men
               without
               checke
               to
               debate
            
             
               As
               well
               for
               weale
               publique
               ,
               as
               for
               the
               Princes
               state
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               this
               high
               assemblie
               ,
               great
               things
               were
               proponed
            
             
               Touching
               the
               Princes
               state
               ,
               his
               regaltie
               and
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               By
               reason
               that
               the
               King
               (
               which
               much
               was
               to
               be
               moued
               )
            
             
               Without
               regard
               at
               all
               of
               honor
               or
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               Misled
               by
               ill
               aduice
               ,
               had
               turn'd
               all
               vpside
               downe
               ,
            
             
               For
               suretie
               of
               whose
               state
               ,
               them
               thought
               it
               did
               behoue
            
             
               His
               Counsellours
               corrupt
               by
               reason
               to
               remoue
               :
            
          
           
             
               Among
               whom
               ,
               
                 Robert
                 Veer
              
               ,
               call'd
               Duke
               of
               Ireland
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 Michael
                 Delapole
              
               of
               Suffolke
               new
               made
               Earle
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Yorke
               also
               then
               Archbishop
               ,
               dispatcht
               out
               of
               hand
               ,
            
             
               With
               Brembre
               of
               London
               a
               full
               vncurteous
               churle
               :
            
             
               Some
               learned
               in
               the
               Law
               in
               exile
               they
               did
               hurle
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               poore
               Tresilian
               (
               because
               I
               was
               the
               chiefe
               )
            
             
               Was
               damned
               to
               the
               gallowes
               most
               vilely
               as
               a
               thiefe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Lo
               the
               fine
               of
               falshood
               ,
               stipend
               of
               corruption
               ,
            
             
               The
               fee
               of
               double
               fraud
               ,
               the
               fruits
               it
               doth
               procure
               :
            
             
               Yee
               Iudges
               vpon
               earth
               ,
               let
               our
               iust
               punition
            
             
               Teach
               you
               to
               shake
               off
               bribes
               ,
               and
               keepe
               your
               hands
               still
               pure
               .
            
             
               Riches
               and
               promotion
               be
               vaine
               things
               and
               vnsure
               ,
            
             
               The
               fauour
               of
               a
               Prince
               is
               an
               vntrustie
               stay
               ,
            
             
               But
               Iustice
               hath
               a
               fee
               that
               shall
               remaine
               alway
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               glorie
               can
               be
               greater
               before
               God
               or
               man
               ,
            
             
               Then
               by
               paths
               of
               Iustice
               in
               iudgement
               to
               proceed
               ?
            
             
               So
               duely
               and
               so
               truly
               the
               Lawes
               for
               to
               scan
               ,
            
             
               That
               right
               may
               take
               his
               place
               without
               regard
               or
               meed
               .
            
             
               Set
               apart
               all
               flatterie
               and
               vaine
               worldly
               dreed
               ,
            
             
               Set
               God
               before
               your
               eyes
               ,
               the
               most
               iust
               Iudge
               supreme
               ,
            
             
               Remember
               well
               your
               reckoning
               at
               the
               day
               extreme
               .
            
          
           
             
               Abandon
               all
               affray
               ,
               be
               soothfast
               in
               your
               sawes
               ,
            
             
               Be
               constant
               and
               carelesse
               of
               mortals
               displeasure
               ,
            
             
               With
               eyes
               shut
               and
               hands
               close
               you
               should
               pronounce
               the
               lawes
               .
            
             
               Esteeme
               not
               worldly
               goods
               ,
               thinke
               there
               is
               a
               treasure
            
             
               More
               worth
               then
               gold
               a
               thousand
               times
               in
               valure
               ,
            
             
               Reposed
               for
               all
               such
               as
               righteousnesse
               ensue
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               you
               cannot
               faile
               ,
               the
               promise
               made
               is
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               Iudges
               in
               our
               daies
               would
               ponder
               well
               in
               mind
            
             
               The
               fatall
               fall
               of
               vs
               ,
               for
               wresting
               Law
               and
               right
               ,
            
             
               Such
               statutes
               as
               touch
               life
               should
               not
               be
               thus
               defin'd
               .
            
             
               By
               senses
               constrained
               ,
               against
               true
               meaning
               quite
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               they
               might
               affirme
               the
               blacke
               for
               to
               be
               white
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               we
               wish
               they
               would
               our
               act
               and
               end
               compare
               ,
            
             
               And
               weighing
               well
               the
               case
               ,
               they
               will
               we
               trust
               beware
               .
            
          
           
             G.
             Ferrers
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             SIR
             THOMAS
             OF
             WOODSTOCKE
             DVKE
             OF
             Glocester
             ,
             vncle
             to
             King
             Richard
             the
             second
             ,
             
               was
               vnlawfully
               murdered
               ,
               An.
               Dom.
            
             1397.
             
          
           
             
               WHose
               state
               stablisht
               is
               ,
               in
               seeming
               most
               sure
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               far
               from
               danger
               of
               Fortunes
               blasts
               ,
            
             
               As
               by
               the
               compasse
               of
               mans
               coniecture
               ,
            
             
               No
               brasen
               piller
               may
               be
               fixt
               more
               fast
               :
            
             
               Yet
               wanting
               the
               stay
               of
               prudent
               forecast
               ,
            
             
               When
               froward
               Fortune
               list
               for
               to
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               May
               in
               a
               moment
               turne
               vpside
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               proofe
               whereof
               ,
               O
               Baldwine
               ,
               take
               paine
               ,
            
             
               To
               hearken
               a
               while
               to
               Thomas
               of
               Woodstocke
               ,
            
             
               Addresse
               in
               presence
               his
               fate
               to
               complaine
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               forlorne
               hope
               of
               English
               flocke
               :
            
             
               Extract
               by
               descent
               from
               the
               royall
               stocke
               ,
            
             
               Sonne
               to
               King
               Edward
               ,
               third
               of
               that
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               second
               to
               none
               in
               glorie
               and
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               noble
               father
               to
               maintaine
               my
               state
               ,
            
             
               With
               Buckingham
               Earledome
               did
               me
               indow
               ,
            
             
               Both
               Nature
               and
               Fortune
               to
               me
               were
               great
               ,
            
             
               Denying
               me
               nought
               which
               they
               might
               allow
               :
            
             
               Their
               sundrie
               graces
               in
               me
               did
               so
               flow
               ,
            
             
               As
               beautie
               ,
               strength
               ,
               high
               fauour
               and
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Who
               may
               of
               God
               more
               wish
               then
               the
               same
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Brothers
               we
               were
               to
               the
               number
               of
               seuen
               ,
            
             
               I
               being
               the
               sixt
               ,
               and
               yongest
               but
               one
               :
            
             
               A
               more
               royall
               race
               was
               not
               vnder
               heauen
               ,
            
             
               More
               stout
               or
               more
               stately
               of
               stomacke
               and
               person
               ,
            
             
               Princes
               all
               peerelesse
               in
               each
               condition
               :
            
             
               Namely
               Sir
               Edward
               ,
               call'd
               the
               blacke
               Prince
               ,
            
             
               When
               had
               England
               the
               like
               before
               or
               since
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               what
               of
               all
               this
               ,
               any
               man
               t'
               assure
               ,
            
             
               In
               state
               vncarefull
               of
               Fortunes
               variance
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               daily
               and
               hourely
               we
               see
               it
               in
               vre
               ,
            
             
               That
               where
               most
               cause
               is
               of
               affiance
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               there
               is
               found
               most
               weake
               assurance
               .
            
             
               Let
               none
               trust
               Fortune
               ,
               but
               follow
               reason
               :
            
             
               For
               often
               we
               see
               in
               trust
               is
               treason
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               prouerbe
               in
               proofe
               ouer
               true
               I
               tried
               ,
            
             
               Finding
               high
               treason
               in
               place
               of
               high
               trust
               :
            
             
               And
               most
               fault
               of
               faith
               where
               I
               most
               affied
               ,
            
             
               Being
               ,
               by
               them
               that
               should
               haue
               been
               iust
               ,
            
             
               Trayterously
               entrapt
               ,
               ere
               I
               could
               mistrust
               .
            
             
               Ah
               wretched
               world
               what
               it
               is
               to
               trust
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Let
               them
               that
               will
               learne
               now
               hearken
               to
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               After
               King
               Edward
               the
               thirds
               decease
               ,
            
             
               Succeeded
               my
               nephew
               Richard
               to
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               his
               glorie
               and
               honors
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               With
               princely
               wages
               did
               me
               entertaine
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               Frenchmen
               to
               be
               his
               Chieftaine
               .
            
             
               So
               passing
               the
               seas
               with
               royall
               puissance
               ,
            
             
               With
               God
               and
               S.
               George
               I
               inuaded
               France
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wasting
               the
               countrie
               with
               sword
               and
               with
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Ouerturning
               townes
               ,
               high
               castles
               and
               towers
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Mars
               god
               of
               warre
               enflamed
               with
               ire
            
             
               I
               forced
               the
               Frenchmen
               t'
               abandon
               their
               bowers
               :
            
             
               Where
               euer
               we
               marcht
               I
               wan
               at
               all
               howers
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               wise
               visiting
               both
               citie
               and
               village
               ,
            
             
               That
               alway
               my
               souldiers
               were
               laden
               with
               pillage
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               honor
               and
               triumph
               was
               my
               returne
               ,
            
             
               Was
               none
               more
               ioyous
               then
               yong
               King
               Richard
               :
            
             
               Who
               minding
               more
               highly
               my
               state
               to
               adorne
               ,
            
             
               With
               Glocester
               Dukedome
               did
               me
               reward
               :
            
             
               And
               after
               in
               mariage
               I
               was
               prefer'd
            
             
               To
               a
               daughter
               of
               Bohun
               an
               Earle
               honorable
               ,
            
             
               By
               whom
               I
               was
               of
               England
               high
               Constable
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Thus
               hoysed
               high
               on
               Fortunes
               wheele
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               on
               a
               stage
               attending
               a
               play
               ,
            
             
               See'th
               not
               on
               which
               side
               the
               scaffold
               doth
               reele
               ,
            
             
               Till
               timber
               and
               poles
               and
               all
               flie
               away
               :
            
             
               So
               fared
               it
               by
               me
               :
               for
               day
               by
               day
               ,
            
             
               As
               honor
               encreased
               I
               looked
               still
               higher
               ,
            
             
               Not
               seeing
               the
               danger
               of
               my
               fond
               desier
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               Fortunes
               floud
               thus
               running
               with
               full
               streame
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               a
               Duke
               descended
               of
               great
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               Constable
               of
               England
               ,
               chiefe
               officer
               of
               the
               Realme
               ,
            
             
               Abused
               with
               desperance
               in
               these
               vaine
               things
               ,
            
             
               I
               went
               without
               feete
               ,
               and
               flew
               without
               wings
               ,
            
             
               Presuming
               so
               far
               vpon
               my
               high
               state
               ,
            
             
               That
               dread
               set
               apart
               ,
               my
               Prince
               I
               would
               mate
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               whereas
               Kings
               haue
               counsell
               of
               their
               choice
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               they
               referre
               the
               rule
               of
               their
               Land
               ,
            
             
               With
               certaine
               familiars
               in
               whom
               to
               reioyce
               ,
            
             
               For
               pleasure
               or
               profit
               ,
               as
               the
               case
               shall
               stand
               ,
            
             
               I
               not
               bearing
               this
               ,
               would
               needs
               take
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Maugre
               his
               will
               ,
               those
               persons
               to
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               to
               settle
               others
               in
               their
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               an
               old
               booke
               saith
               ,
               who
               will
               assay
            
             
               About
               the
               Cats
               necke
               to
               hang
               on
               a
               bell
               ,
            
             
               Had
               first
               need
               to
               cut
               the
               Cats
               clawes
               away
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               if
               the
               Cat
               be
               curst
               ,
               and
               not
               tam'd
               well
               ,
            
             
               She
               with
               her
               nailes
               may
               claw
               him
               to
               the
               fell
               :
            
             
               So
               putting
               the
               bell
               about
               the
               Cats
               necke
               ,
            
             
               I
               vnaduised
               caught
               a
               cruell
               checke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Reade
               well
               the
               sentence
               of
               the
               Rat
               renown'd
               ,
            
             
               Which
               Pierce
               the
               plowman
               describes
               in
               his
               dreame
               ,
            
             
               And
               whoso
               hath
               wit
               the
               sense
               to
               expound
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               find
               that
               to
               curbe
               the
               Prince
               of
               a
               Reame
               ,
            
             
               Is
               euen
               (
               as
               who
               saith
               )
               to
               striue
               with
               the
               streame
               :
            
             
               Note
               this
               all
               subiects
               ,
               and
               construe
               it
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               busie
               not
               your
               braines
               'bout
               the
               Cats
               bell
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               in
               that
               yee
               be
               Lieges
               learne
               t'
               obay
               ,
            
             
               Submitting
               your
               willes
               to
               your
               Princes
               Lawes
               :
            
             
               It
               fits
               not
               a
               subiect
               t'
               haue
               his
               owne
               way
               ,
            
             
               Remember
               this
               prouerbe
               of
               the
               Cats
               clawes
               :
            
             
               For
               Princes
               like
               Lions
               haue
               long
               large
               pawes
            
             
               That
               reach
               at
               randon
               ,
               and
               whom
               they
               once
               twitch
               ,
            
             
               They
               claw
               to
               the
               bone
               before
               the
               skin
               itch
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               to
               my
               purpose
               ,
               I
               being
               once
               bent
               ,
            
             
               Towards
               the
               atchieuing
               of
               my
               attemptate
               ,
            
             
               Foure
               bould
               Barons
               were
               of
               mine
               assent
               ,
            
             
               By
               oath
               and
               alliance
               fastly
               confederate
               :
            
             
               First
               Henrie
               of
               Derby
               an
               Earle
               of
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Richard
               of
               Arundell
               ,
               and
               Thomas
               of
               Warwicke
               ,
            
             
               With
               Mowbray
               the
               Marshall
               ,
               a
               man
               most
               warlike
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               Ratecote
               Bridge
               assembled
               our
               band
               ,
            
             
               The
               Commons
               in
               clusters
               came
               to
               vs
               that
               day
            
             
               To
               dant
               
                 Robert
                 Veere
              
               ,
               then
               Duke
               of
               Ireland
               ,
            
             
               By
               whom
               King
               Richard
               was
               ruled
               alway
               :
            
             
               We
               put
               him
               to
               flight
               ,
               and
               brake
               his
               array
               ,
            
             
               Then
               maugre
               the
               King
               ,
               his
               leaue
               or
               assent
               ,
            
             
               We
               by
               our
               power
               did
               call
               a
               Parlament
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               not
               in
               Robes
               ,
               but
               with
               our
               Baslards
               bright
               ,
            
             
               We
               came
               to
               parle
               of
               the
               publique
               weale
               ,
            
             
               Confirming
               our
               quarell
               with
               maine
               and
               might
               ,
            
             
               With
               swords
               and
               no
               words
               we
               tried
               our
               appeale
               ,
            
             
               In
               stead
               of
               reason
               declaring
               out
               zeale
               ,
            
             
               And
               whom
               so
               we
               knew
               ,
               with
               the
               King
               in
               grace
               ,
            
             
               We
               plainly
               depriued
               of
               power
               and
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               with
               short
               processe
               were
               banisht
               the
               Land
               ,
            
             
               Some
               executed
               with
               capitall
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               whoso
               list
               ,
               the
               whole
               t'
               vnderstand
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               Parlament
               roll
               it
               appeareth
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               further
               how
               stoutly
               we
               did
               the
               King
               straine
               ,
            
             
               The
               rule
               of
               his
               Realme
               wholly
               to
               resigne
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               order
               of
               those
               ,
               whom
               we
               did
               assigne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               note
               the
               sequele
               of
               such
               presumption
               ,
            
             
               After
               we
               had
               these
               miracles
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               inflamed
               with
               in
               dignation
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               such
               bondage
               he
               should
               be
               brought
               ,
            
             
               Suppressing
               the
               ire
               of
               his
               inward
               thought
               ,
            
             
               Studied
               nought
               else
               but
               how
               that
               he
               might
            
             
               Be
               highly
               reuenged
               of
               this
               high
               despite
               .
            
          
           
             
               Aggreeu'd
               was
               also
               this
               latter
               offence
               ,
            
             
               With
               former
               matter
               his
               ire
               to
               renue
               :
            
             
               For
               once
               at
               Windsore
               I
               brought
               to
               his
               presence
            
             
               The
               Maior
               of
               London
               with
               all
               his
               retinue
               ,
            
             
               To
               aske
               a
               reckoning
               of
               the
               Realmes
               reuenue
               :
            
             
               And
               the
               souldiers
               of
               Brest
               by
               me
               were
               made
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Their
               wages
               to
               claime
               when
               the
               towne
               was
               sold
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               griefes
               remembred
               with
               all
               the
               remnant
               ,
            
             
               Hourded
               in
               his
               hart
               hate
               out
               of
               measure
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               openly
               in
               shew
               made
               he
               no
               femblant
               ,
            
             
               By
               word
               or
               by
               deed
               to
               beare
               displeasure
               :
            
             
               But
               loue
               dayes
               dissembled
               do
               neuer
               indure
               ,
            
             
               And
               whoso
               trusteth
               a
               foe
               reconcild
               ,
            
             
               Is
               for
               the
               most
               part
               alwaies
               beguild
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               fire
               ill
               quencht
               will
               vp
               at
               a
               start
               ,
            
             
               And
               sores
               not
               well
               salued
               doe
               breake
               out
               of
               new
               ,
            
             
               So
               hatred
               hidden
               in
               an
               irefull
               hart
               ,
            
             
               Where
               it
               hath
               had
               long
               season
               to
               brew
               ,
            
             
               Vpon
               euery
               occasion
               doth
               easily
               renew
               :
            
             
               Not
               failing
               at
               last
               ,
               if
               it
               be
               not
               let
               ,
            
             
               To
               pay
               large
               vsury
               besides
               the
               due
               det
               .
            
          
           
             
               Euen
               so
               it
               fared
               by
               this
               friendship
               fained
               ,
            
             
               Outwardly
               sound
               ,
               and
               inwardly
               rotten
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               the
               Kings
               fauour
               in
               seeming
               was
               gained
               ,
            
             
               All
               old
               displeasures
               forgiuen
               and
               forgotten
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               then
               at
               a
               suddaine
               the
               shaft
               was
               shotten
               ,
            
             
               Which
               pierced
               my
               heart
               void
               of
               mistrust
               ;
            
             
               Alas
               that
               a
               Prince
               should
               be
               so
               vniust
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               lying
               at
               Plashey
               my selfe
               to
               repose
               ,
            
             
               By
               reason
               of
               sicknesse
               which
               held
               me
               full
               sore
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               espying
               me
               apart
               from
               those
               ,
            
             
               With
               whom
               I
               confedered
               in
               band
               before
               ,
            
             
               Thought
               it
               not
               meete
               to
               tract
               the
               time
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               glad
               to
               take
               me
               at
               such
               auantage
               ,
            
             
               Came
               to
               salute
               me
               with
               friendly
               visage
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               hauing
               a
               band
               bound
               to
               his
               bent
               ,
            
             
               By
               colour
               of
               kindnesse
               to
               visite
               his
               Eame
               ,
            
             
               Tooke
               time
               to
               accomplish
               his
               cruell
               intent
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               small
               vessell
               downe
               by
               the
               streame
               ,
            
             
               Conueid
               me
               to
               Calis
               out
               of
               the
               Realme
               ,
            
             
               Where
               without
               processe
               or
               doome
               of
               my
               Peeres
               ,
            
             
               Not
               nature
               but
               murder
               abridged
               my
               yeeres
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               act
               was
               odious
               to
               God
               and
               to
               man
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               rigour
               to
               cloake
               in
               habit
               of
               reason
               ,
            
             
               By
               craftie
               compasse
               deuise
               they
               can
               ,
            
             
               Articles
               nine
               of
               right
               hainous
               treason
               :
            
             
               But
               doome
               after
               death
               is
               sure
               out
               of
               season
               ,
            
             
               For
               who
               euer
               saw
               so
               strange
               a
               president
               ,
            
             
               As
               execution
               done
               before
               iudgement
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               hate
               harboured
               in
               depth
               of
               minde
               ,
            
             
               By
               sought
               occasion
               burst
               out
               of
               new
               ,
            
             
               And
               cruelty
               abused
               the
               law
               of
               kinde
               ,
            
             
               When
               that
               the
               Nephue
               the
               Vncle
               flew
               .
            
             
               Alas
               King
               Richard
               ,
               sore
               mayst
               thou
               rue
               ,
            
             
               Which
               by
               this
               fact
               preparedst
               the
               way
            
             
               Of
               thy
               hard
               destiny
               to
               hasten
               the
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               bloud
               axeth
               bloud
               as
               guerdon
               due
               ,
            
             
               And
               vengeance
               for
               vengeance
               is
               iust
               reward
               :
            
             
               O
               righteous
               God
               thy
               iudgements
               are
               true
               :
            
             
               For
               looke
               what
               measure
               we
               other
               award
               ,
            
             
               The
               same
               for
               vs
               againe
               is
               prepar'd
               .
            
             
               Take
               heed
               ye
               Princes
               by
               examples
               past
               ,
            
             
               Bloud
               will
               haue
               bloud
               ,
               either
               first
               or
               last
               .
            
          
           
             G.
             Ferrers
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THE
             LORD
             MOWbrey
             ,
             promoted
             by
             King
             Richard
             the
             second
             to
             the
             state
             of
             a
             Duke
             ,
             was
             by
             him
             banished
             the
             Realme
             the
             yeare
             of
             Christ
             ,
             1398.
             
               and
               after
               died
               miserablie
               in
               exile
               .
            
          
           
             
               THough
               sorrow
               and
               shame
               abash
               me
               to
               rehearse
            
             
               My
               lothsome
               life
               ,
               and
               death
               of
               due
               deserued
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               that
               the
               paines
               thereof
               may
               other
               pearce
            
             
               To
               leaue
               the
               like
               ,
               lest
               they
               be
               likewise
               serued
               :
            
             
               Ah
               Baldwine
               marke
               ,
               and
               see
               how
               that
               I
               swerued
               .
            
             
               Dissembling
               ,
               enuy
               ,
               and
               flattery
               ,
               bane
               that
               bee
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               their
               hostes
               ,
               haue
               shew'd
               their
               power
               on
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               blame
               not
               Fortune
               ,
               though
               she
               did
               her
               part
               ,
            
             
               And
               true
               it
               is
               she
               can
               do
               little
               harme
               :
            
             
               She
               guideth
               goods
               ,
               she
               hampreth
               not
               the
               heart
               ,
            
             
               A
               minde
               well
               bent
               ,
               is
               safe
               from
               euery
               charme
               .
            
             
               Vice
               ,
               only
               vice
               ,
               with
               her
               stout
               strengthlesse
               arme
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               cause
               the
               heart
               from
               good
               to
               ill
               encline
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               ,
               alas
               ,
               doe
               finde
               too
               true
               by
               mine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               where
               by
               birth
               I
               came
               of
               noble
               race
               ,
            
             
               The
               Mowbreys
               heire
               ,
               a
               famous
               house
               and
               old
               ,
            
             
               Fortune
               I
               thanke
               ,
               gaue
               me
               so
               good
               a
               grace
               ,
            
             
               That
               of
               my
               Prince
               I
               had
               what
               so
               I
               would
               :
            
             
               Yet
               neither
               was
               to
               other
               greatly
               hold
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               thought
               flattery
               wrong'd
               his
               want
               on
               youth
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               fond
               trust
               augmented
               my
               vntruth
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               made
               me
               first
               the
               Earle
               of
               Notingham
               ,
            
             
               And
               Marshall
               of
               the
               Realme
               ,
               in
               which
               estate
            
             
               The
               Peeres
               and
               people
               iointly
               to
               me
               came
               ,
            
             
               With
               sore
               complaint
               ,
               against
               them
               that
               of
               late
            
             
               Bad
               officers
               had
               brought
               the
               King
               in
               hate
               ,
            
             
               By
               making
               sale
               of
               Iustice
               ,
               right
               ,
               and
               Lawe
               ,
            
             
               And
               liuing
               naught
               ,
               without
               all
               dread
               or
               awe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               gaue
               them
               aid
               these
               euils
               to
               redresse
               ,
            
             
               And
               went
               to
               London
               with
               an
               army
               strong
               ,
            
             
               And
               caus'd
               the
               King
               ,
               against
               his
               will
               oppresse
            
             
               By
               cruell
               death
               ,
               all
               such
               as
               led
               him
               wrong
               :
            
             
               The
               Lord
               chiefe
               Iustice
               suffered
               these
               among
               ,
            
             
               So
               did
               the
               Steward
               of
               his
               household
               head
               ,
            
             
               The
               Chancellor
               scapte
               ,
               for
               he
               afore
               had
               fled
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               wicked
               men
               thus
               from
               the
               King
               remou'd
               ,
            
             
               Who
               best
               vs
               pleas'd
               succeeded
               in
               their
               place
               :
            
             
               For
               which
               both
               King
               and
               Commons
               much
               vs
               lou'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               chiefly
               I
               with
               all
               stood
               high
               in
               grace
               .
            
             
               The
               King
               ensu'd
               my
               rede
               in
               euery
               case
               ,
            
             
               Whence
               selfe-loue
               bred
               :
               for
               glory
               maketh
               prowd
               ,
            
             
               And
               pride
               aye
               seeks
               alone
               to
               be
               allow'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               to
               th'
               end
               I
               might
               alone
               inioy
            
             
               The
               Kings
               good
               will
               ,
               I
               made
               his
               lust
               my
               lawe
               :
            
             
               And
               where
               of
               late
               I
               labour'd
               to
               destroy
            
             
               Such
               flattering
               folke
               ,
               as
               thereto
               stood
               in
               awe
               ,
            
             
               Now
               learned
               I
               among
               the
               rest
               to
               clawe
               :
            
             
               For
               pride
               is
               such
               ,
               if
               it
               be
               kindly
               caught
               ,
            
             
               As
               stroyeth
               good
               ,
               and
               stirres
               vp
               euery
               naught
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pride
               pricketh
               men
               to
               flatter
               for
               the
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Toppresse
               and
               poll
               for
               maint'nance
               of
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               To
               malice
               such
               as
               match
               vneths
               it
               may
               :
            
             
               And
               to
               be
               briefe
               ,
               pride
               doth
               the
               heart
               inflame
               ,
            
             
               To
               fire
               what
               mischiefe
               any
               fraud
               may
               frame
               ,
            
             
               And
               still
               at
               length
               the
               euils
               by
               it
               wrought
            
             
               Confound
               the
               worker
               ,
               and
               bring
               him
               to
               nought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Behold
               in
               me
               due
               proofe
               of
               euery
               part
               :
            
             
               For
               pride
               first
               forced
               me
               my
               Prince
               to
               flatter
            
             
               So
               much
               ,
               that
               whatsoeuer
               pleas'd
               his
               heart
            
             
               Were
               't
               nere
               so
               ill
               ,
               I
               thought
               a
               lawfull
               matter
               ,
            
             
               Which
               causd
               the
               Lords
               afresh
               against
               him
               clatter
               :
            
             
               Because
               he
               had
               his
               holds
               beyond
               sea
               sold
               ,
            
             
               And
               seene
               his
               souldiers
               of
               their
               wages
               pold
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Though
               vnto
               all
               these
               ils
               I
               were
               a
               frend
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               such
               was
               luck
               that
               each
               man
               deemed
               no
               :
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Glocester
               for
               me
               did
               send
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               Lords
               ,
               whose
               hearts
               did
               bleede
               for
               woe
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               Realme
               so
               fast
               to
               ruine
               goe
               .
            
             
               In
               fault
               whereof
               ,
               they
               said
               the
               two
               Dukes
               were
               ,
            
             
               The
               one
               of
               Yorke
               ,
               the
               other
               Lancaster
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               whose
               remoue
               from
               being
               about
               the
               King
            
             
               We
               all
               agreed
               ,
               and
               sware
               a
               solemne
               oth
               ,
            
             
               And
               whilst
               the
               rest
               prouided
               for
               this
               thing
               ,
            
             
               I
               flatterer
               I
               ,
               to
               win
               the
               praise
               of
               troth
               ,
            
             
               Wretch
               that
               I
               was
               ,
               brake
               faith
               and
               promise
               both
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               bewraied
               to
               th'
               King
               their
               whole
               intent
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               vnwares
               they
               all
               were
               tane
               and
               shent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               was
               the
               warder
               of
               the
               Common
               weale
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Gloster
               guiltlesse
               made
               away
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               moe
               ,
               more
               wretch
               I
               so
               to
               deale
               ,
            
             
               Who
               through
               vntruth
               their
               trust
               did
               ill
               betray
               :
            
             
               Yet
               by
               this
               meanes
               obtained
               I
               may
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Of
               King
               and
               Dukes
               I
               found
               for
               this
               such
               fauour
               ,
            
             
               As
               made
               me
               Duke
               of
               Northfolke
               for
               my
               labour
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               see
               how
               pride
               and
               enuy
               iointly
               runne
               ,
            
             
               Because
               my
               Prince
               did
               more
               than
               me
               prefer
               ,
            
             
               Sir
               
                 Henry
                 Bolenbroke
              
               ,
               the
               eldest
               sonne
            
             
               Of
               Iohn
               of
               Gaunt
               ,
               the
               Duke
               of
               Lancaster
               ,
            
             
               Proud
               I
               that
               would
               alone
               be
               blasing
               starre
               ,
            
             
               Enuide
               this
               Duke
               ,
               for
               nought
               saue
               that
               the
               shine
            
             
               Of
               his
               deserts
               did
               glister
               more
               then
               mine
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               th'
               end
               therefore
               his
               light
               should
               be
               the
               lesse
               ,
            
             
               I
               slily
               sought
               all
               shifts
               to
               put
               him
               out
               :
            
             
               But
               as
               the
               poize
               that
               would
               the
               palme
               represse
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               cause
               the
               bowes
               spred
               larger
               round
               about
               ;
            
             
               So
               spite
               and
               enuy
               causeth
               glory
               sprout
               ,
            
             
               And
               aye
               the
               more
               the
               top
               is
               ouertrod
               ,
            
             
               The
               deeper
               doth
               the
               sound
               roote
               spred
               abrode
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               when
               this
               Henry
               Duke
               of
               Herford
               saw
               ,
            
             
               What
               spoile
               the
               King
               made
               of
               the
               noble
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               without
               all
               Iustice
               ,
               cause
               ,
               or
               lawe
               ,
            
             
               To
               suffer
               him
               ,
               he
               thought
               not
               sure
               nor
               good
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               to
               me
               twofaced
               in
               one
               hood
               ,
            
             
               As
               touching
               this
               ,
               he
               fully
               brake
               his
               minde
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               his
               friend
               that
               should
               remedy
               finde
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               ,
               although
               I
               knew
               my
               Prince
               did
               ill
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               my
               harte
               abhorred
               sore
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               mischiefe
               so
               through
               malice
               led
               my
               will
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               this
               Duke
               from
               honour
               vnto
               shame
               ,
            
             
               And
               toward
               my selfe
               ,
               my
               soueraigne
               to
               enflame
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               bewraied
               his
               word
               vnto
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               Not
               as
               a
               read
               ,
               but
               as
               a
               hainous
               thing
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               where
               my
               duty
               bound
               me
               to
               haue
               told
            
             
               My
               Prince
               his
               fault
               ,
               and
               wild
               him
               to
               refraine
               ,
            
             
               Through
               flattery
               loe
               ,
               I
               did
               his
               ill
               vphold
               ,
            
             
               Which
               turnd
               at
               length
               both
               him
               and
               me
               to
               paine
               :
            
             
               Woe
               ,
               woe
               to
               Kings
               whose
               counsailours
               doe
               faine
               ,
            
             
               Woe
               ,
               woe
               to
               Realmes
               where
               such
               are
               put
               in
               trust
               ,
            
             
               As
               leaue
               the
               Law
               ,
               to
               serue
               the
               Princes
               lust
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               woe
               to
               him
               that
               by
               his
               flattering
               reed
               ,
            
             
               Maintaines
               a
               Prince
               in
               any
               kind
               of
               vice
               :
            
             
               Woe
               worth
               him
               eke
               for
               enuy
               ,
               pride
               or
               meed
               ,
            
             
               That
               misreports
               an
               honest
               enterprise
               .
            
             
               Because
               I
               beast
               in
               all
               these
               points
               was
               nice
               ,
            
             
               The
               plagues
               of
               all
               together
               on
               me
               light
               ,
            
             
               And
               due
               for
               ill
               ,
               ill
               doers
               doth
               acquite
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               the
               Duke
               was
               charged
               with
               my
               plaint
               ,
            
             
               He
               flat
               denied
               that
               any
               part
               was
               true
               ,
            
             
               And
               claimd
               by
               armes
               to
               answere
               his
               attaint
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               by
               vse
               that
               warlike
               feates
               well
               knew
               ,
            
             
               To
               his
               desire
               incontinently
               drew
               :
            
             
               Wherewith
               the
               King
               did
               seeme
               right
               well
               content
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               that
               past
               not
               much
               with
               whom
               it
               went.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               At
               time
               and
               place
               appointed
               we
               appeard
               ,
            
             
               At
               all
               points
               armd
               to
               proue
               our
               quarels
               iust
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               our
               friends
               on
               each
               part
               had
               vs
               cheard
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               the
               Heralds
               bad
               vs
               doe
               our
               lust
               ,
            
             
               With
               speare
               in
               rest
               we
               tooke
               a
               course
               to
               iust
               :
            
             
               But
               ere
               our
               horses
               had
               run
               halfe
               their
               way
               ,
            
             
               A
               shout
               was
               made
               ,
               the
               King
               commanded
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               t'
               auoid
               the
               sheading
               of
               our
               bloud
            
             
               With
               shame
               and
               death
               ,
               which
               one
               must
               needes
               haue
               had
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               through
               counsaile
               of
               the
               Lords
               thought
               good
            
             
               To
               banish
               both
               ,
               which
               iudgment
               straight
               was
               rad
               ;
            
             
               No
               maruell
               then
               though
               both
               were
               wroth
               and
               sad
               ,
            
             
               But
               chiefly
               I
               that
               was
               exilde
               for
               aye
               ,
            
             
               My
               enmie
               strang'd
               but
               for
               a
               ten
               yeares
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               date
               expir'd
               ,
               when
               by
               this
               dolefull
               dome
            
             
               I
               should
               depart
               ,
               to
               liue
               in
               banisht
               band
               ,
            
             
               On
               paine
               of
               death
               to
               England
               not
               to
               come
               ,
            
             
               I
               went
               my
               way
               :
               the
               King
               seasde
               in
               his
               hand
            
             
               Mine
               offices
               ,
               my
               honours
               ,
               goods
               and
               land
               ,
            
             
               To
               pay
               the
               due
               (
               as
               openly
               he
               told
               )
            
             
               Of
               mighty
               summes
               ,
               which
               I
               had
               from
               him
               pol'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               ,
               Baldwine
               ,
               see
               ,
               the
               solary
               of
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               Marke
               with
               that
               meed
               vile
               vices
               are
               rewarded
               :
            
             
               Through
               enuy
               I
               did
               lose
               both
               kith
               and
               kinne
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               flattering
               plaint
               so
               well
               regarded
               ,
            
             
               Exile
               and
               shame
               are
               iustly
               me
               awarded
               :
            
             
               My
               wife
               and
               heire
               lacke
               lands
               and
               lawfull
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               me
               their
               Lord
               made
               Dame
               Dianaes
               Knight
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               these
               mishaps
               at
               home
               bee
               not
               enough
               ,
            
             
               Adioine
               to
               them
               my
               sorowes
               in
               exile
               :
            
             
               I
               went
               to
               Almaine
               first
               ,
               a
               Land
               right
               rough
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               I
               found
               such
               churlish
               folke
               and
               vile
               ,
            
             
               As
               made
               me
               lothe
               my
               life
               ech
               other
               while
               :
            
             
               There
               lo
               I
               learnd
               what
               is
               to
               be
               a
               gest
            
             
               Abroad
               ,
               and
               what
               to
               liue
               at
               home
               in
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               they
               esteeme
               no
               one
               man
               more
               then
               each
               ,
            
             
               They
               vse
               as
               well
               the
               lackey
               as
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               their
               maners
               churlish
               in
               their
               speech
               ,
            
             
               Their
               lodging
               hard
               ,
               their
               boord
               to
               be
               abhor'd
               :
            
             
               Their
               pleyted
               garments
               therewith
               well
               accord
               ,
            
             
               All
               iag'd
               and
               frounst
               ,
               with
               diuers
               colours
               deckt
               ,
            
             
               They
               sweare
               ,
               they
               curse
               ,
               and
               drinke
               till
               they
               be
               fleckt
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               hate
               all
               such
               as
               these
               their
               manners
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Which
               reason
               would
               no
               wise
               man
               should
               allow
               :
            
             
               With
               these
               I
               dwelt
               ,
               lamenting
               mine
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               length
               they
               had
               got
               knowledge
               ,
               how
            
             
               I
               was
               exil'd
               ,
               because
               I
               did
               auow
            
             
               A
               false
               complaint
               against
               my
               trustie
               friend
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               they
               nam'd
               me
               traytour
               still
               vnhend
               :
            
          
           
             
               That
               what
               for
               shame
               and
               what
               for
               wearines
            
             
               I
               stole
               from
               thence
               ,
               and
               went
               to
               Venice
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               I
               found
               more
               ease
               and
               friendlines
               ,
            
             
               But
               greater
               griefe
               :
               for
               now
               the
               great
               renowne
            
             
               Of
               Bolenbroke
               whom
               I
               would
               haue
               put
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Was
               waxt
               so
               great
               in
               Britaine
               and
               in
               France
               ,
            
             
               That
               Vencie
               through
               ,
               each
               man
               did
               him
               aduance
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               loe
               his
               glorie
               grew
               through
               great
               despite
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               thereby
               encreased
               in
               defame
               :
            
             
               Thus
               enuie
               euer
               doth
               her
               most
               acquite
            
             
               With
               trouble
               ,
               anguish
               ,
               sorow
               ,
               smart
               and
               shame
               ,
            
             
               But
               sets
               the
               vertues
               of
               her
               foe
               in
               flame
               :
            
             
               Like
               water
               waues
               which
               clense
               the
               muddie
               stone
               ,
            
             
               And
               soyles
               themselues
               by
               beating
               thereupon
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               ere
               I
               had
               soiourn'd
               there
               a
               yeare
               ,
            
             
               Strange
               tidings
               came
               he
               was
               to
               England
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Had
               tane
               the
               King
               ,
               and
               that
               which
               touch'd
               him
               neare
               ,
            
             
               Imprisoned
               him
               with
               other
               of
               his
               fone
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               him
               yeeld
               him
               vp
               his
               Crowne
               and
               throne
               :
            
             
               When
               I
               these
               things
               for
               true
               by
               search
               had
               tried
               ,
            
             
               Griefe
               gripte
               me
               so
               ,
               I
               pin'd
               away
               and
               died
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Note
               heere
               the
               end
               of
               pride
               ,
               see
               flatteries
               fine
               ,
            
             
               Marke
               the
               reward
               of
               enuie
               and
               complaint
               ,
            
             
               And
               warne
               all
               people
               from
               them
               to
               decline
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               likely
               fault
               do
               find
               the
               like
               attaint
               .
            
             
               Let
               this
               my
               life
               to
               them
               be
               a
               restraint
               :
            
             
               By
               others
               harmes
               who
               listeth
               take
               no
               heed
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               by
               his
               owne
               learne
               other
               better
               reed
               .
            
          
           
             T.
             Churchyard
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             RICHARD
             THE
             SECOND
             WAS
             FOR
             HIS
             euill
             gouernance
             deposed
             from
             his
             seate
             ,
             in
             the
             yeare
             1399.
             and
             murdered
             in
             prison
             the
             
               yeare
               following
            
             .
          
           
             
               HAppie
               is
               the
               Prince
               ,
               that
               hath
               in
               wealth
               the
               grace
            
             
               To
               follow
               vertue
               ,
               keeping
               vices
               vnder
               ;
            
             
               But
               woe
               to
               him
               whose
               will
               hath
               wisdomes
               place
               :
            
             
               For
               whoso
               renteth
               right
               and
               law
               asunder
               ,
            
             
               On
               him
               at
               length
               all
               the
               world
               shall
               wonder
               .
            
             
               High
               birth
               ,
               choice
               fortune
               ,
               force
               ,
               nor
               Princely
               mace
               ,
            
             
               Can
               warrant
               King
               or
               Keyser
               from
               the
               case
               .
            
          
           
             
               Behold
               my
               hap
               ,
               see
               how
               the
               silly
               rout
            
             
               On
               me
               do
               gaze
               ,
               and
               each
               to
               other
               say
               :
            
             
               See
               where
               he
               lieth
               ,
               but
               late
               that
               was
               so
               stout
               ,
            
             
               Lo
               how
               the
               power
               ,
               the
               pride
               ,
               and
               rich
               aray
            
             
               Of
               mightie
               Rulers
               lightly
               fade
               away
               .
            
             
               The
               King
               which
               erst
               kept
               all
               the
               Realme
               in
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               The
               veriest
               rascall
               now
               dare
               checke
               and
               flout
               .
            
          
           
             
               Me
               thinke
               I
               heare
               the
               people
               thus
               deuise
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               Baldwine
               ,
               sith
               thou
               wilt
               declare
            
             
               How
               Princes
               fell
               ,
               to
               make
               the
               liuing
               wise
               ,
            
             
               My
               lawlesse
               life
               in
               no
               point
               see
               thou
               spare
               ,
            
             
               But
               paint
               it
               out
               ,
               that
               Rulers
               may
               beware
            
             
               Good
               counsell
               ,
               law
               ,
               or
               vertue
               to
               despise
               ,
            
             
               For
               Realmes
               haue
               rules
               ,
               and
               Rulers
               haue
               a
               sise
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               was
               a
               King
               ,
               who
               ruled
               all
               by
               lust
               ,
            
             
               Forcing
               but
               light
               of
               Iustice
               ,
               right
               ,
               or
               Law
               ,
            
             
               Putting
               alwaies
               flatterers
               false
               in
               trust
               ,
            
             
               Ensuing
               such
               as
               could
               my
               vices
               claw
               ,
            
             
               By
               faithfull
               counsell
               passing
               not
               an
               haw
               ,
            
             
               As
               pleasure
               prickt
               ,
               so
               needs
               obey
               I
               must
               ,
            
             
               Hauing
               delight
               to
               feed
               and
               serue
               the
               gust
               :
            
          
           
             
               Which
               to
               maintaine
               ,
               my
               people
               were
               sore
               pol'd
            
             
               With
               Fines
               ,
               Fifteenes
               ,
               and
               loanes
               by
               way
               of
               prest
               ,
            
             
               Blanke
               Charters
               ,
               oaths
               ,
               and
               shifts
               not
               knowne
               of
               old
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               the
               Commons
               did
               me
               sore
               detest
               .
            
             
               I
               also
               sold
               the
               noble
               towne
               of
               Brest
               ,
            
             
               My
               fault
               wherein
               because
               mine
               vncle
               told
               ,
            
             
               I
               found
               the
               meanes
               that
               he
               to
               death
               was
               sold
               .
            
          
           
             
               None
               aide
               I
               lackt
               in
               any
               wicked
               deed
               ,
            
             
               For
               gaping
               Gulles
               whom
               I
               promoted
               had
            
             
               Would
               further
               all
               in
               hope
               of
               higher
               meed
               .
            
             
               There
               can
               no
               King
               imagine
               ought
               so
               bad
               ,
            
             
               But
               shall
               find
               some
               that
               will
               performe
               it
               glad
               :
            
             
               For
               sicknesse
               seldome
               doth
               so
               swiftly
               breed
               ,
            
             
               As
               humours
               ill
               do
               grow
               the
               griefe
               to
               feed
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               life
               and
               death
               the
               truth
               of
               this
               hath
               tri'd
               :
            
             
               For
               while
               I
               fought
               in
               Ireland
               with
               my
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               vncle
               Edmund
               whom
               I
               left
               to
               guide
            
             
               My
               Realme
               at
               home
               ,
               rebelliously
               arose
            
             
               Percies
               to
               helpe
               ,
               which
               plied
               my
               depose
               :
            
             
               And
               call'd
               from
               France
               Earle
               Bolenbroke
               ,
               whom
               I
            
             
               Exiled
               had
               for
               ten
               yeares
               there
               to
               lie
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               comming
               backe
               this
               sudden
               stur
               to
               stay
               ,
            
             
               The
               Earle
               of
               Worster
               whom
               I
               trusted
               most
               ,
            
             
               (
               Whiles
               I
               in
               Wales
               at
               Flint
               my
               castle
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Both
               to
               refresh
               and
               multiplie
               mine
               host
               )
            
             
               There
               in
               my
               hall
               ,
               in
               sight
               of
               least
               and
               most
               ,
            
             
               His
               staffe
               did
               breake
               ,
               which
               was
               my
               houshold
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Bad
               each
               make
               shift
               ,
               and
               rode
               himselfe
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               Steward
               false
               thus
               being
               fled
               and
               gone
               ,
            
             
               My
               seruants
               slie
               shranke
               off
               on
               euery
               side
               ,
            
             
               Then
               caught
               I
               was
               and
               led
               vnto
               my
               fone
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               their
               Prince
               no
               Palace
               did
               prouide
               ,
            
             
               But
               prison
               strong
               ,
               where
               Henrie
               puft
               with
               pride
            
             
               Causde
               me
               resigne
               my
               Kingly
               state
               and
               throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               forsaken
               left
               and
               post
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               some
               conspir'd
               their
               new
               King
               to
               put
               downe
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               that
               end
               a
               solemne
               oath
               they
               swore
               ,
            
             
               To
               render
               me
               my
               royall
               seate
               and
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               themselues
               depriued
               me
               before
               .
            
             
               But
               late
               medcines
               can
               helpe
               no
               sothbind
               sore
               :
            
             
               When
               swelling
               flouds
               haue
               ouerflowen
               the
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Too
               late
               it
               is
               to
               saue
               them
               that
               shall
               drowne
               :
            
          
           
             
               For
               though
               the
               Peeres
               set
               Henrie
               in
               his
               state
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               could
               they
               not
               displace
               him
               thence
               againe
               :
            
             
               And
               where
               they
               soone
               depriued
               me
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               They
               could
               restore
               me
               by
               no
               manner
               paine
               .
            
             
               Things
               hardly
               mend
               ,
               but
               may
               be
               mar'd
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               a
               man
               is
               fallen
               in
               froward
               fate
               ,
            
             
               Still
               mischiefes
               light
               one
               on
               anothers
               pate
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               the
               King
               did
               know
               that
               for
               my
               cause
               ,
            
             
               His
               Lords
               in
               maske
               would
               kill
               him
               on
               a
               night
               ,
            
             
               To
               dash
               all
               doubts
               he
               tooke
               no
               farther
               pause
               ,
            
             
               But
               Pierce
               of
               Exton
               a
               cruell
               murdering
               Knight
            
             
               To
               Pomfret
               castle
               sent
               him
               armed
               bright
               ,
            
             
               Who
               causelesse
               kill'd
               me
               there
               against
               all
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               lawlesse
               life
               to
               lawlesse
               death
               aye
               drawes
               .
            
          
           
             G.
             Ferrers
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             OWEN
             GLENDOVR
             SEDVCED
             BY
             FALSE
             PROPHESIES
             ,
             tooke
             vpon
             him
             to
             be
             Prince
             of
             Wales
             ,
             and
             
               was
               by
            
             Henrie
             
               Prince
               of
               England
               chased
               to
               the
               Mountaines
               ,
               where
               he
               miserablie
               died
               for
               lacke
               of
               food
               ,
               An.
            
             1401.
             
          
           
             
               I
               Pray
               thee
               Baldwine
               sith
               thou
               doest
               entend
            
             
               To
               shew
               the
               fall
               of
               such
               as
               climbe
               too
               hie
               ,
            
             
               Remember
               me
               ,
               whose
               miserable
               end
            
             
               May
               teach
               a
               man
               his
               vicious
               life
               to
               flie
               .
            
             
               Oh
               Fortune
               ,
               Fortune
               ,
               out
               on
               thee
               I
               crie
               :
            
             
               My
               liuely
               corps
               thou
               hast
               made
               leane
               and
               slender
               ,
            
             
               For
               lacke
               of
               food
               ,
               whose
               name
               was
               
                 Owen
                 Glendour
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Welchman
               borne
               ,
               and
               of
               the
               Troian
               blood
               ,
            
             
               But
               ill
               brought
               vp
               ,
               whereby
               full
               well
               I
               find
               ,
            
             
               That
               neither
               birth
               nor
               linage
               make
               vs
               good
               ,
            
             
               Though
               it
               be
               true
               that
               Cat
               will
               after
               kind
               .
            
             
               Flesh
               gendreth
               flesh
               ,
               but
               not
               the
               soule
               or
               mind
               ,
            
             
               They
               gender
               not
               ,
               but
               foulely
               do
               degender
               ,
            
             
               When
               men
               to
               vice
               from
               vertue
               them
               surrender
               .
            
          
           
             
               Each
               thing
               by
               nature
               tendeth
               to
               the
               same
            
             
               Whereof
               it
               came
               ,
               and
               is
               disposed
               like
               :
            
             
               Downe
               sinkes
               the
               mould
               ,
               vp
               mounts
               the
               fierie
               flame
               ,
            
             
               With
               horne
               the
               Hart
               ,
               with
               hoofe
               the
               Horse
               doth
               strike
               ,
            
             
               The
               Wolfe
               doth
               spoile
               ,
               the
               suttle
               Foxe
               doth
               pike
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               conclude
               ,
               no
               fish
               ,
               flesh
               ,
               fowle
               or
               plant
               ,
            
             
               Of
               their
               true
               dame
               the
               propertie
               doth
               want
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               for
               men
               ,
               sith
               seuerally
               they
               haue
            
             
               A
               mind
               ,
               whose
               maners
               are
               by
               learning
               made
               ,
            
             
               Good
               bringing
               vp
               all
               only
               doth
               them
               saue
            
             
               In
               honest
               acts
               ,
               which
               with
               their
               parents
               fade
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               true
               gentrie
               standeth
               in
               the
               trade
            
             
               Of
               vertuouslife
               ,
               not
               in
               the
               fleshly
               line
               :
            
             
               For
               blood
               is
               brute
               ,
               but
               gentrie
               is
               diuine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Experience
               doth
               cause
               me
               thus
               to
               say
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               the
               rather
               for
               my
               countrimen
               ,
            
             
               Which
               vaunt
               and
               boast
               themselues
               aboue
               the
               day
               ,
            
             
               If
               they
               may
               straine
               their
               stocke
               from
               worthie
               men
               :
            
             
               Which
               let
               be
               true
               ,
               are
               they
               the
               better
               then
               ?
            
             
               Nay
               farre
               the
               worse
               ,
               if
               so
               they
               be
               not
               good
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               they
               staine
               the
               beautie
               of
               their
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               would
               we
               mocke
               the
               burden-bearing
               mule
               ,
            
             
               If
               he
               would
               brag
               he
               were
               an
               horses
               son
               ,
            
             
               To
               presse
               his
               pride
               (
               might
               nothing
               else
               him
               rule
               )
            
             
               His
               boasts
               to
               proue
               no
               more
               but
               bid
               him
               run
               :
            
             
               The
               horse
               for
               swiftnesse
               hath
               his
               glorie
               won
               .
            
             
               The
               braging
               mule
               could
               nere
               the
               more
               aspier
               ,
            
             
               Though
               he
               should
               proue
               that
               Pegas
               was
               his
               sier
               .
            
          
           
             
               Each
               man
               may
               crake
               of
               that
               which
               was
               his
               owne
               ,
            
             
               Our
               parents
               good
               is
               theirs
               ,
               and
               no
               whit
               ours
               :
            
             
               Who
               therefore
               will
               of
               noble
               birth
               be
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               Or
               shine
               in
               vertue
               like
               his
               ancestours
               ,
            
             
               Gentrie
               consisteth
               not
               in
               lands
               and
               towers
               :
            
             
               He
               is
               a
               churle
               though
               all
               the
               world
               were
               his
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               Arthurs
               heire
               if
               that
               he
               liue
               amis
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               vertuous
               life
               a
               Gentleman
               doth
               make
            
             
               Of
               her
               possessour
               ,
               all
               be
               he
               poore
               as
               Iob
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               though
               no
               name
               of
               elders
               he
               can
               take
               :
            
             
               For
               proofe
               take
               Merlin
               fathered
               by
               an
               Hob.
            
             
               But
               who
               so
               sets
               his
               mind
               to
               spoile
               and
               rob
               ,
            
             
               Although
               he
               come
               by
               due
               descent
               from
               Brute
               ,
            
             
               He
               is
               a
               churle
               ,
               vngentle
               ,
               vile
               ,
               and
               brute
               .
            
          
           
             
               Well
               ,
               thus
               did
               I
               for
               want
               of
               better
               wit
               ,
            
             
               Because
               my
               parents
               naughtly
               brought
               me
               vp
               :
            
             
               For
               Gentlemen
               (
               they
               said
               )
               was
               nought
               so
               fit
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               attast
               by
               bold
               attempts
               the
               cup
            
             
               Of
               conquests
               wine
               ,
               whereof
               I
               thought
               to
               sup
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               bent
               my selfe
               to
               rob
               and
               riue
               ,
            
             
               And
               whom
               I
               could
               of
               lands
               and
               goods
               depriue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Henrie
               the
               fourth
               did
               then
               vsurpe
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               Despoil'd
               the
               King
               ,
               with
               Mortimer
               the
               heire
               :
            
             
               For
               which
               his
               subiects
               sought
               to
               put
               him
               downe
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               while
               Fortune
               offered
               me
               so
               faire
               ,
            
             
               Did
               what
               I
               might
               his
               honor
               to
               appaire
               :
            
             
               And
               tooke
               on
               me
               to
               be
               the
               Prince
               of
               Wales
               ,
            
             
               Entiste
               thereto
               by
               Prophesies
               and
               tales
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               which
               ,
               such
               mates
               as
               wait
               vpon
               the
               spoile
               ,
            
             
               From
               euery
               part
               of
               Wales
               vnto
               me
               drew
               :
            
             
               For
               loytering
               youth
               vntaught
               in
               any
               toile
               ,
            
             
               Are
               readie
               aye
               all
               mischiefe
               to
               ensue
               .
            
             
               Through
               helpe
               of
               these
               so
               great
               my
               glorie
               grew
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               defied
               my
               King
               through
               loftie
               heart
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               sharpe
               warre
               on
               all
               that
               tooke
               his
               part
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               lucke
               ,
               I
               tooke
               Lord
               
                 Raynold
                 Gray
              
               of
               Rithen
               ,
            
             
               And
               him
               enforst
               my
               daughter
               to
               espouse
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               perforce
               I
               held
               him
               still
               ,
               and
               sithen
            
             
               In
               Wigmore
               land
               through
               battell
               rigorous
               ,
            
             
               I
               caught
               the
               right
               heire
               of
               the
               crowned
               house
               ,
            
             
               The
               Earle
               of
               March
               Sir
               
                 Edmund
                 Mortimor
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               dungeon
               kept
               him
               prisoner
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               all
               the
               Marches
               longing
               vnto
               Wales
               ,
            
             
               By
               Seuerne
               West
               I
               did
               inuade
               and
               burne
               :
            
             
               Destroyed
               the
               townes
               in
               mountaines
               and
               in
               vales
               ,
            
             
               And
               rich
               in
               spoiles
               did
               home
               ward
               safe
               returne
               :
            
             
               Was
               none
               so
               bold
               durst
               once
               against
               me
               spurne
               .
            
             
               Thus
               prosperously
               doth
               Fortune
               forward
               call
               ,
            
             
               Those
               whom
               she
               minds
               to
               giue
               the
               sorest
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               same
               had
               brought
               these
               tidings
               to
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               (
               Although
               the
               Scots
               then
               vexed
               him
               right
               sore
               )
            
             
               A
               mightie
               armie
               '
               gainst
               me
               he
               did
               bring
               :
            
             
               Where
               of
               the
               French
               King
               being
               warn'd
               afore
               ,
            
             
               Who
               mortall
               hate
               against
               King
               Henrie
               bore
               ,
            
             
               To
               grieue
               our
               foe
               he
               quickly
               to
               me
               sent
            
             
               Twelue
               thousand
               Frenchmen
               ,
               vnto
               the
               fight
               all
               bent
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               part
               of
               them
               led
               by
               the
               Earle
               of
               March
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               Iames
               of
               Burbon
               ,
               a
               renowned
               Knight
               ,
            
             
               Withheld
               by
               winds
               to
               Wales-ward
               forth
               to
               march
               ,
            
             
               Tooke
               land
               at
               Plimmouth
               priuily
               on
               night
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               he
               had
               done
               all
               he
               durst
               or
               might
               ,
            
             
               After
               that
               many
               of
               his
               men
               were
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               He
               stole
               to
               ship
               and
               sailed
               home
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Twelue
               thousand
               moe
               in
               Milford
               did
               arriue
               ,
            
             
               And
               came
               to
               me
               then
               lying
               at
               Denbigh
               :
            
             
               With
               armed
               Welchmen
               thousands
               double
               fiue
               ,
            
             
               With
               whom
               we
               went
               to
               Worcester
               well
               nigh
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               encampt
               vs
               on
               a
               mount
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               T'
               abide
               the
               King
               ,
               who
               shortly
               after
               came
               ,
            
             
               And
               pitched
               downe
               his
               field
               ,
               hard
               by
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               eight
               daies
               long
               our
               hosts
               lay
               face
               to
               face
               ,
            
             
               And
               neither
               others
               power
               durst
               assaile
               :
            
             
               But
               they
               so
               stopt
               the
               passages
               the
               space
               ,
            
             
               That
               vitailes
               could
               not
               come
               to
               our
               auaile
               ,
            
             
               Where
               through
               constrain'd
               our
               hearts
               began
               to
               faile
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               the
               Frenchmen
               shranke
               away
               by
               night
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               with
               mine
               to
               'th
               mountaines
               took
               our
               flight
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               pursued
               greatly
               to
               his
               cost
               ,
            
             
               From
               hilles
               to
               woods
               ,
               from
               woods
               to
               valleyes
               plaine
               :
            
             
               And
               by
               the
               way
               his
               men
               and
               stuffe
               he
               lost
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               he
               saw
               he
               gained
               nought
               but
               paine
               ,
            
             
               He
               blew
               retreate
               and
               gate
               him
               home
               againe
               :
            
             
               Then
               with
               my
               power
               I
               boldly
               came
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               Taken
               in
               my
               countrey
               for
               a
               very
               god
               .
            
          
           
             
               Immediately
               there
               fell
               a
               iolly
               iarre
            
             
               Betweene
               the
               King
               and
               Percies
               worthie
               blouds
               ,
            
             
               Which
               grew
               at
               last
               vnto
               a
               deadly
               warre
               :
            
             
               For
               like
               as
               drops
               engender
               mightie
               flouds
               ,
            
             
               And
               little
               seeds
               sprout
               forth
               great
               leaues
               and
               buds
               ;
            
             
               Euen
               so
               small
               strises
               ,
               if
               they
               be
               suffered
               run
               ,
            
             
               Breed
               wrath
               and
               warre
               ,
               and
               death
               or
               they
               be
               don
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               King
               would
               haue
               the
               ransome
               of
               such
               Scots
            
             
               As
               these
               the
               Percies
               tane
               had
               in
               the
               field
               :
            
             
               But
               see
               how
               strongly
               Lucre
               knits
               her
               knots
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               will
               haue
               ,
               the
               Percies
               will
               not
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               Desire
               of
               goods
               some
               craues
               ,
               but
               granteth
               seeld
               :
            
             
               Oh
               cursed
               goods
               ,
               desire
               of
               you
               hath
               wrought
            
             
               All
               wickednes
               ,
               that
               hath
               or
               can
               bee
               thought
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Percies
               deemd
               it
               meeter
               for
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               To
               haue
               redeemd
               their
               Cosin
               Mortimer
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               his
               quarell
               all
               his
               power
               did
               bring
            
             
               To
               fight
               with
               mee
               ,
               that
               tooke
               him
               prisoner
               ,
            
             
               Than
               of
               their
               pray
               to
               rob
               his
               souldier
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               will'd
               him
               see
               some
               meane
               were
               found
               ,
            
             
               To
               quite
               forth
               him
               whom
               I
               kept
               vily
               bound
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               the
               King
               misliked
               their
               request
               ,
            
             
               They
               came
               themselues
               and
               did
               accord
               with
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Complaining
               how
               the
               Kingdome
               was
               opprest
            
             
               By
               Henries
               rule
               :
               wherefore
               wee
               did
               agree
            
             
               To
               plucke
               him
               downe
               ,
               and
               part
               the
               Realme
               in
               three
               :
            
             
               The
               north
               part
               theirs
               ,
               Wales
               holy
               to
               be
               mine
               ,
            
             
               The
               rest
               ,
               to
               rest
               to
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Marches
               line
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               to
               set
               vs
               hereon
               more
               agog
               ,
            
             
               A
               Prophet
               came
               (
               a
               vengeance
               take
               them
               all
               )
            
             
               Affirming
               Henry
               to
               be
               Gogmagog
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               Merline
               doth
               a
               Mould
               warpe
               euer
               call
               ,
            
             
               Accurst
               of
               God
               that
               must
               be
               brought
               in
               thrall
            
             
               By
               a
               Wolfe
               ,
               a
               Dragon
               ,
               and
               a
               Lion
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Which
               should
               diuide
               his
               Kingdome
               them
               among
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               crafty
               dreamer
               made
               vs
               three
               such
               beasts
               ,
            
             
               To
               thinke
               wee
               were
               the
               foresaid
               beastes
               ,
               indeed
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               that
               cause
               our
               badges
               and
               our
               creasts
            
             
               Wee
               searched
               out
               ,
               which
               scarsly
               well
               agreed
               :
            
             
               Howbeit
               the
               Herolds
               apt
               at
               such
               a
               need
               ,
            
             
               Drew
               downe
               such
               issues
               from
               old
               ancesters
               ,
            
             
               As
               prou'd
               these
               ensignes
               to
               bee
               surely
               ours
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yee
               crafty
               Welehmen
               ,
               wherefore
               doe
               ye
               mocke
               ,
            
             
               The
               Noble
               men
               thus
               with
               your
               sained
               rimes
               ?
            
             
               Ye
               Noble
               men
               ,
               why
               flie
               yee
               not
               the
               flocke
            
             
               Of
               such
               as
               haue
               seduc'd
               so
               many
               times
               ?
            
             
               False
               Prophesies
               are
               plagues
               for
               diuers
               crimes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               God
               doth
               let
               the
               diuellish
               sort
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               To
               trouble
               such
               as
               are
               not
               godly
               wise
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               appeard
               by
               vs
               three
               beasts
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Through
               false
               perswasion
               highly
               borne
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               our
               feate
               we
               could
               not
               chuse
               but
               speed
               ,
            
             
               To
               kill
               the
               King
               and
               to
               enioy
               his
               Land
               :
            
             
               For
               which
               exploit
               we
               bound
               our selues
               in
               band
               ,
            
             
               To
               stand
               contented
               ech
               man
               with
               his
               part
               ,
            
             
               So
               folly
               did
               assure
               our
               foolish
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               such
               ,
               they
               say
               ,
               as
               fish
               before
               the
               net
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               seldome
               surfet
               of
               the
               pray
               they
               take
               :
            
             
               Of
               things
               to
               come
               the
               haps
               bee
               so
               vnset
               ,
            
             
               That
               none
               but
               fooles
               may
               warrant
               of
               them
               make
               :
            
             
               The
               full
               assur'd
               successe
               doth
               oft
               forsake
               .
            
             
               For
               Fortune
               findeth
               none
               so
               fit
               to
               flout
               ,
            
             
               As
               carelesse
               sots
               ,
               which
               cast
               no
               kinde
               of
               doubt
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               saist
               thou
               
                 Henry
                 Hotspur
              
               ,
               doe
               I
               lie
               ,
            
             
               For
               thou
               right
               manly
               gau'st
               the
               King
               a
               field
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               wast
               slaine
               because
               thou
               wouldst
               not
               flie
               :
            
             
               Thine
               vncle
               
                 Thomas
                 Percy
              
               forst
               to
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               Did
               cast
               his
               head
               (
               a
               wonder
               seene
               but
               seeld
               )
            
             
               From
               Shrewsbury
               towne
               to
               'th
               top
               of
               London
               Bridge
               .
            
             
               Loe
               thus
               fond
               hope
               did
               both
               their
               liues
               abridge
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               Henry
               this
               great
               victory
               had
               wonne
               ,
            
             
               Destroid
               the
               Percies
               ,
               put
               their
               power
               to
               flight
               ,
            
             
               He
               did
               appoint
               Prince
               Henry
               his
               eldest
               sonne
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               his
               power
               to
               meete
               me
               if
               he
               might
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               discomfit
               through
               my
               partners
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Had
               not
               the
               heart
               to
               meete
               him
               face
               to
               face
               ,
            
             
               But
               fled
               away
               ,
               and
               he
               pursu'd
               the
               chase
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               Baldwine
               marke
               ,
               for
               I
               cald
               Prince
               of
               Wales
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               beleeue
               I
               should
               be
               he
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Was
               made
               to
               fly
               among
               the
               hilles
               and
               dales
               ,
            
             
               Where
               all
               my
               men
               forsooke
               me
               at
               my
               need
               .
            
             
               Who
               trusteth
               loiterers
               seeld
               hath
               luckly
               speed
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               the
               Captaines
               courage
               doth
               him
               faile
               ,
            
             
               His
               souldiers
               harts
               a
               little
               thing
               may
               quaile
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               so
               Prince
               Henry
               chased
               me
               ,
               that
               loe
            
             
               I
               found
               no
               place
               wherein
               I
               might
               abide
               :
            
             
               For
               as
               the
               dogges
               pursue
               the
               silly
               Doe
               ,
            
             
               The
               brache
               behinde
               ,
               the
               houndes
               on
               euery
               side
               ,
            
             
               So
               traste
               they
               me
               among
               the
               mountaines
               wide
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               I
               found
               I
               was
               the
               hartles
               hare
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               the
               beast
               the
               prophet
               did
               declare
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               at
               the
               last
               :
               like
               as
               the
               little
               roach
               ,
            
             
               Must
               else
               be
               eat
               ,
               or
               leape
               vpon
               the
               shore
            
             
               When
               as
               the
               hungry
               picketell
               doth
               approach
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               find
               death
               which
               it
               escapt
               before
               :
            
             
               So
               double
               death
               assaulted
               me
               so
               sore
            
             
               That
               either
               I
               must
               vnto
               mine
               enmy
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               Or
               starue
               for
               hunger
               in
               the
               barraine
               feeld
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               shame
               and
               paine
               a
               while
               were
               at
               a
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Paine
               bad
               me
               yeeld
               ,
               shame
               bad
               me
               rather
               fast
               :
            
             
               The
               one
               bad
               spare
               ,
               the
               other
               bad
               spend
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               But
               shame
               (
               shame
               haue
               it
               )
               ouercame
               at
               last
               .
            
             
               Then
               hunger
               gnew
               ,
               that
               doth
               the
               stone
               wall
               brast
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               me
               eate
               both
               grauel
               ,
               durt
               ,
               and
               mud
               ,
            
             
               And
               last
               of
               all
               ,
               my
               dung
               ,
               my
               flesh
               ,
               and
               bloud
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               was
               mine
               end
               too
               horrible
               to
               heare
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               good
               enough
               for
               life
               that
               was
               so
               ill
               ,
            
             
               Where
               by
               O
               Baldwine
               warne
               all
               men
               to
               beare
            
             
               Their
               youth
               such
               loue
               ,
               to
               bring
               them
               vp
               in
               skill
               .
            
             
               Bid
               Princes
               fly
               false
               prophets
               lying
               bill
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               presume
               to
               climbe
               aboue
               their
               states
               :
            
             
               For
               they
               bee
               faults
               that
               foile
               men
               ,
               not
               their
               fates
               .
            
          
           
             Th.
             Phaer
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             HENRY
             PERCY
             Earle
             of
             NORTHVMBERLAND
             ,
             was
             for
             his
             couetous
             and
             traiterous
             
               attempt
               put
               to
               death
               at
               Yorke
               ,
               Anno
            
             1407.
             
          
           
             
               O
               Morall
               Senec
               true
               finde
               I
               thy
               saying
               ,
            
             
               That
               neither
               kinne
               ,
               riches
               ,
               strength
               ,
               or
               fauour
            
             
               Are
               free
               from
               Fortune
               ,
               but
               are
               aie
               decaying
               :
            
             
               No
               worldly
               wealth
               is
               ought
               saue
               doubtfull
               labour
               ,
            
             
               Mans
               life
               in
               Earth
               is
               like
               vnto
               a
               tabour
               ,
            
             
               Which
               now
               to
               mirth
               doth
               mildly
               men
               prouoke
            
             
               And
               straight
               to
               warre
               ,
               with
               a
               more
               sturdy
               stroke
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               this
               full
               true
               I
               Percy
               finde
               by
               proofe
               ,
            
             
               Which
               whilom
               was
               Earle
               of
               Northumberland
               .
            
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               for
               our
               peeres
               behoofe
               ,
            
             
               To
               note
               mens
               falles
               sith
               thou
               hast
               tane
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               thou
               should
               my
               state
               well
               vnderstand
               :
            
             
               For
               few
               there
               were
               that
               were
               so
               much
               redoubted
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               double
               Fortune
               lifted
               vp
               and
               louted
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               for
               my
               kinne
               their
               noblenesse
               is
               knowen
               ,
            
             
               My
               valiant
               acts
               were
               folly
               for
               to
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Where
               through
               our
               foes
               so
               oft
               were
               ouerthrowen
               ,
            
             
               That
               who
               but
               I
               was
               doubted
               in
               my
               daies
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               King
               Richard
               found
               at
               all
               assaies
               ?
            
             
               For
               neuer
               foes
               rebelled
               in
               his
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               But
               through
               my
               force
               were
               either
               caught
               or
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               brother
               I
               had
               was
               Earle
               of
               Worcester
               ,
            
             
               Alwaies
               in
               office
               and
               fauour
               with
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               my
               wife
               Dame
               
                 Elenor
                 Mortimer
              
               ,
            
             
               A
               sonne
               I
               had
               which
               so
               the
               foes
               did
               sting
               ,
            
             
               That
               being
               yong
               ,
               and
               but
               a
               very
               spring
               ,
            
             
               
                 Henry
                 Hotspur
              
               they
               gaue
               him
               vnto
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               I
               say
               it
               ,
               he
               did
               deserue
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               We
               three
               triumphed
               in
               King
               Richards
               time
               ,
            
             
               Till
               Fortune
               ought
               both
               him
               and
               vs
               a
               spite
               :
            
             
               But
               chiefly
               mee
               ,
               whom
               cleere
               from
               any
               crime
               ,
            
             
               My
               King
               did
               banish
               from
               his
               fauour
               quite
               ,
            
             
               Proclaiming
               mee
               a
               most
               disloyall
               Knight
               :
            
             
               Where
               through
               false
               slander
               forced
               mee
               to
               bee
               ,
            
             
               That
               which
               before
               I
               did
               most
               deadly
               flee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               men
               beware
               ,
               how
               they
               true
               folke
               defame
               ,
            
             
               Or
               threaten
               on
               them
               the
               blame
               of
               vices
               nought
               ,
            
             
               For
               infamy
               breedeth
               wrath
               ,
               wreke
               followeth
               shame
               :
            
             
               Eke
               open
               slander
               often
               times
               hath
               brought
            
             
               That
               to
               effect
               ,
               that
               erst
               was
               neuer
               thought
               .
            
             
               To
               bee
               misdeem'd
               men
               suffer
               in
               a
               sort
               ,
            
             
               But
               none
               can
               beare
               the
               griefe
               of
               misreport
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               my
               King
               did
               shame
               mee
               wrongfully
               ,
            
             
               I
               hated
               him
               and
               soone
               became
               his
               foe
               :
            
             
               And
               while
               he
               did
               at
               warre
               in
               Ireland
               lie
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               conspire
               to
               turne
               his
               weale
               to
               woe
               :
            
             
               And
               through
               the
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               and
               other
               moe
               ,
            
             
               All
               royall
               power
               from
               him
               wee
               quickly
               tooke
               ,
            
             
               And
               gaue
               the
               same
               to
               
                 Henry
                 Bolenbrooke
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Neither
               did
               we
               this
               onely
               for
               this
               cause
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               say
               truth
               ,
               force
               draue
               vs
               to
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               despising
               God
               and
               all
               his
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               Slew
               whom
               hee
               would
               ,
               made
               sinne
               a
               very
               game
               :
            
             
               And
               seeing
               nor
               age
               nor
               consell
               could
               him
               tame
               ,
            
             
               We
               thought
               it
               well
               done
               for
               the
               Kingdomes
               sake
               ,
            
             
               To
               leaue
               his
               rule
               ,
               that
               did
               all
               rule
               for
               sake
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               Sir
               Henry
               had
               attaind
               his
               place
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               straight
               became
               in
               all
               points
               worse
               then
               he
               ,
            
             
               Destroied
               the
               Peeres
               ,
               and
               slew
               King
               Richards
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Against
               his
               oth
               made
               to
               the
               Lords
               and
               me
               .
            
             
               And
               seeking
               quarrels
               how
               to
               disagree
               ,
            
             
               He
               shamelesly
               requir'd
               me
               and
               my
               sonne
            
             
               To
               yeeld
               him
               foes
               which
               we
               in
               field
               had
               wonne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               nephew
               also
               
                 Edmund
                 Mortimer
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               very
               heire
               apparent
               to
               the
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               
                 Owen
                 Glendour
              
               held
               as
               prisoner
               ,
            
             
               With
               chaines
               fast
               bound
               in
               dungeon
               deepe
               cast
               downe
               ,
            
             
               He
               would
               not
               ransome
               ,
               but
               did
               felly
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               '
               Gainst
               Mortimer
               and
               me
               which
               for
               him
               spake
               ,
            
             
               And
               him
               proclaimed
               traytour
               for
               our
               sake
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               foule
               despite
               did
               cause
               vs
               to
               conspire
               ,
            
             
               To
               put
               him
               downe
               ,
               as
               we
               did
               Richard
               erst
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               we
               might
               this
               matter
               set
               on
               fire
               ,
            
             
               From
               Owens
               Iaile
               ,
               our
               cosin
               we
               remerst
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnto
               Glendour
               all
               our
               griefes
               rehearst
               ,
            
             
               Who
               made
               a
               bond
               with
               Mortimer
               and
               mee
               ,
            
             
               To
               priue
               the
               King
               and
               part
               the
               Realme
               in
               three
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               King
               Henrie
               heard
               of
               this
               deuice
               ,
            
             
               To
               
                 Owen
                 Glendour
              
               he
               sped
               him
               very
               quicke
               ,
            
             
               Minding
               by
               force
               to
               stop
               our
               enterprise
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               the
               diuell
               would
               ,
               then
               fell
               I
               sicke
               ,
            
             
               Howbeit
               my
               brother
               and
               sonne
               more
               politicke
            
             
               Then
               prosperous
               ,
               with
               an
               host
               from
               Scotland
               brought
               ,
            
             
               Encountred
               him
               at
               Shrewesbury
               where
               they
               fought
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               one
               was
               tane
               and
               kill'd
               ,
               the
               other
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               shortly
               after
               was
               Owen
               put
               to
               flight
               :
            
             
               By
               meanes
               whereof
               I
               forced
               was
               to
               faine
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               knew
               nothing
               of
               the
               former
               fight
               .
            
             
               Fraud
               oft
               auailes
               more
               then
               doth
               sturdie
               might
               :
            
             
               For
               by
               my
               faining
               I
               brought
               him
               in
               beliefe
               ,
            
             
               I
               knew
               not
               that
               wherein
               my
               part
               was
               chiefe
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               while
               the
               King
               thus
               tooke
               me
               for
               his
               friend
               ,
            
             
               I
               sought
               all
               meanes
               my
               former
               wrong
               to
               wreake
               ,
            
             
               Which
               that
               I
               might
               bring
               to
               the
               sooner
               end
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               Bishop
               of
               Yorke
               I
               did
               the
               matter
               breake
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               th'
               Earle
               Marshall
               likewise
               did
               I
               speake
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               father
               was
               through
               Henries
               cause
               exiled
               ,
            
             
               The
               Bishops
               brother
               with
               trayterous
               death
               defiled
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               These
               straight
               assented
               to
               do
               what
               they
               could
               ,
            
             
               So
               did
               the
               Lord
               Hastings
               ,
               and
               Lord
               Faueonbridge
               :
            
             
               Which
               altogether
               promised
               they
               would
            
             
               Set
               all
               their
               power
               the
               Kings
               daies
               to
               abridge
               .
            
             
               But
               see
               the
               spite
               ,
               before
               the
               birds
               were
               flidge
            
             
               The
               King
               had
               word
               ,
               and
               seased
               on
               the
               nest
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               alas
               my
               friends
               were
               all
               opprest
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               bloodie
               tyrant
               brought
               them
               all
               to
               end
               ,
            
             
               Excepted
               me
               ,
               which
               into
               Scotland
               fled
               ,
            
             
               To
               George
               of
               Dunbar
               th'
               Earle
               of
               March
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               my
               cause
               with
               many
               more
               made
               head
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               on
               hope
               of
               greater
               aid
               I
               fed
               ,
            
             
               Both
               at
               the
               Frenchmen
               and
               the
               Flemmings
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               could
               get
               none
               ,
               I
               tooke
               such
               as
               I
               fand
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               with
               the
               helpe
               of
               George
               my
               very
               friend
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               inuade
               Northumberland
               full
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               the
               folke
               drew
               to
               me
               still
               on
               end
               ,
            
             
               Bent
               to
               death
               my
               partie
               to
               vphold
               :
            
             
               Through
               helpe
               of
               these
               ,
               full
               many
               a
               fort
               and
               hold
               ,
            
             
               The
               which
               the
               King
               right
               manfully
               had
               man'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               easely
               wonne
               ,
               and
               seased
               in
               my
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Not
               so
               content
               (
               for
               vengeance
               draue
               me
               on
               )
            
             
               I
               entred
               Yorkshire
               ,
               there
               to
               waste
               and
               spoile
               :
            
             
               But
               ere
               I
               had
               far
               in
               the
               countrie
               gone
            
             
               The
               Shiriffe
               thereof
               ,
               
                 Raph
                 Rokesbie
              
               did
               assoile
            
             
               My
               troubled
               host
               of
               much
               part
               of
               our
               toile
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               assaulting
               freshly
               tooke
               through
               power
               ,
            
             
               Me
               and
               Lord
               Bardolph
               both
               at
               Bramham
               moore
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thence
               conueyed
               vs
               to
               the
               towne
               of
               Yorke
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               he
               knew
               what
               was
               the
               Kings
               intent
               :
            
             
               There
               loe
               Lord
               Bardolph
               kinder
               then
               the
               Storke
               ,
            
             
               Did
               lose
               his
               head
               ,
               which
               was
               to
               London
               sent
               ,
            
             
               With
               whom
               for
               friendship
               mine
               in
               like
               case
               went
               :
            
             
               This
               was
               my
               hap
               ,
               my
               fortune
               ,
               or
               my
               faut
               ,
            
             
               This
               life
               I
               led
               and
               thus
               I
               came
               to
               naught
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Wherefore
               good
               Baldwine
               will
               the
               Peeres
               take
               heed
            
             
               Of
               slander
               ,
               malice
               ,
               and
               conspiracie
               ,
            
             
               Of
               couetise
               ,
               whence
               all
               the
               rest
               proceed
               :
            
             
               For
               couetise
               ioynt
               with
               contumacie
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               cause
               all
               mischiefe
               in
               mens
               hearts
               to
               breed
               .
            
             
               And
               therefore
               this
               to
               esperance
               my
               word
               ,
            
             
               Who
               causeth
               bloodshed
               shall
               not
               scape
               the
               sword
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             RICHARD
             PLANTAGENET
             EARLE
             OF
             CAMBRIDGE
             INTENding
             the
             Kings
             destruction
             ,
             was
             put
             to
             death
             at
             
               Southhampton
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1415.
             
          
           
             
               HAste
               maketh
               waste
               ,
               hath
               commonly
               been
               said
               ,
            
             
               And
               secret
               mischiefe
               selde
               hath
               luckie
               speed
               :
            
             
               A
               murdering
               mind
               with
               proper
               poyze
               is
               way'd
               ,
            
             
               All
               this
               is
               true
               ,
               I
               find
               it
               in
               my
               creed
               .
            
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               warne
               all
               states
               take
               heed
               ,
            
             
               How
               they
               conspire
               another
               to
               betrap
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               mischiefe
               ment
               ,
               light
               in
               the
               miners
               lap
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               Lord
               Richard
               heire
               Plantagenet
            
             
               Was
               Earle
               of
               Cambridge
               and
               right
               fortunate
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               had
               had
               the
               grace
               my
               wit
               to
               set
               ,
            
             
               To
               haue
               content
               me
               with
               mine
               owne
               estate
               :
            
             
               But
               O
               false
               honors
               ,
               breeders
               of
               debate
               ,
            
             
               The
               loue
               of
               you
               our
               leaud
               hearts
               doth
               allure
               ,
            
             
               To
               lose
               our selues
               by
               seeking
               you
               vnsure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               my
               brother
               
                 Edmund
                 Mortimer
              
            
             
               Whose
               eldest
               sister
               was
               my
               wedded
               wife
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               that
               Edmund
               that
               was
               prisoner
            
             
               In
               Wales
               so
               long
               ,
               through
               Owens
               busie
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               say
               that
               after
               Edmunds
               life
               ,
            
             
               His
               rights
               and
               titles
               must
               by
               law
               be
               mine
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               ne
               had
               ,
               nor
               could
               encrease
               his
               line
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               Because
               the
               right
               of
               Realme
               and
               Crowne
               was
               ours
               ,
            
             
               I
               searched
               meanes
               to
               helpe
               him
               thereunto
               :
            
             
               And
               where
               the
               Henries
               held
               it
               by
               their
               powers
               ,
            
             
               I
               sought
               a
               shift
               their
               tenures
               to
               vndoe
               ,
            
             
               Which
               being
               force
               ,
               sith
               force
               or
               sleight
               must
               doe
               ,
            
             
               I
               void
               of
               might
               ,
               because
               their
               power
               was
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Set
               priuie
               fleight
               against
               their
               open
               wrong
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               sith
               the
               death
               of
               most
               part
               of
               my
               kin
            
             
               Did
               dash
               my
               hope
               ,
               throughout
               the
               fathers
               daies
            
             
               I
               let
               it
               slip
               ,
               and
               thought
               it
               best
               begin
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               the
               sonne
               should
               dread
               least
               such
               assayes
               :
            
             
               For
               force
               through
               speed
               ,
               sleight
               speedeth
               through
               delayes
               ,
            
             
               And
               seeld
               doth
               treason
               time
               so
               fitly
               find
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               all
               dangers
               most
               be
               out
               of
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               while
               Henrie
               of
               that
               name
               the
               fist
               ,
            
             
               Prepar'd
               his
               armie
               to
               go
               conquer
               France
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               Scroope
               and
               I
               thought
               to
               attempt
               a
               drift
            
             
               To
               put
               him
               downe
               ,
               my
               brother
               to
               aduance
               :
            
             
               But
               wer
               't
               Gods
               will
               ,
               my
               lucke
               or
               his
               good
               chance
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               wist
               wholly
               whereabout
               we
               went
               ,
            
             
               The
               night
               before
               to
               shipward
               he
               him
               bent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               were
               we
               straight
               as
               traytours
               apprehended
               ,
            
             
               Our
               purpose
               spi'd
               ,
               the
               cause
               thereof
               was
               hid
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               loe
               a
               false
               cause
               we
               pretended
               ,
            
             
               Where
               through
               my
               brother
               was
               from
               danger
               rid
               :
            
             
               We
               said
               for
               hire
               of
               French
               Kings
               coine
               ,
               we
               did
            
             
               Behight
               to
               kill
               the
               King
               :
               and
               thus
               with
               shame
            
             
               We
               stain'd
               our selues
               ,
               to
               saue
               our
               friend
               from
               blame
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               we
               had
               thus
               confest
               so
               foule
               a
               treason
               ,
            
             
               That
               we
               deseru'd
               ,
               we
               suffered
               by
               the
               law
               .
            
             
               See
               Baldwine
               ,
               see
               ,
               and
               note
               as
               it
               is
               reason
            
             
               How
               wicked
               deeds
               to
               wofull
               ends
               do
               draw
               .
            
             
               All
               force
               doth
               faile
               ,
               no
               craft
               is
               worth
               a
               straw
            
             
               To
               attaine
               things
               lost
               ,
               and
               therefore
               let
               them
               go
               ,
            
             
               For
               might
               rules
               right
               ,
               and
               will
               though
               truth
               say
               no.
               
            
          
           
             W.
             Baldwine
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THOMAS
             MONTAGVE
             EARLE
             OF
             SALISBVrie
             in
             the
             middest
             of
             his
             glorie
             ,
             was
             chanceably
             
               slaine
               at
               Orleaunce
               with
               a
               piece
               of
               Ordinance
               ,
               the
               third
               of
               Nouember
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1428.
             
          
           
             
               WHat
               fooles
               be
               we
               to
               trust
               vnto
               our
               strength
               ,
            
             
               Our
               wit
               ,
               our
               courage
               ,
               or
               our
               noble
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Which
               time
               it selfe
               must
               needs
               deuour
               at
               length
               ,
            
             
               Though
               froward
               Fortune
               could
               not
               foile
               the
               same
               ?
            
             
               But
               seeing
               this
               Goddesse
               guideth
               all
               the
               game
               ,
            
             
               Which
               still
               to
               change
               doth
               set
               her
               only
               lust
               ,
            
             
               Why
               toile
               we
               so
               for
               things
               so
               hard
               to
               trust
               ?
            
          
           
             
               A
               goodly
               thing
               we
               deeme
               of
               good
               report
               ,
            
             
               Which
               noble
               hearts
               do
               seeke
               by
               course
               of
               kind
               :
            
             
               But
               seeing
               the
               date
               so
               doubtfull
               and
               so
               short
               ,
            
             
               The
               way
               so
               rough
               whereby
               we
               do
               it
               find
               ,
            
             
               I
               cannot
               chuse
               but
               praise
               the
               Princely
               mind
            
             
               That
               preaseth
               for
               it
               ,
               though
               we
               find
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               By
               foule
               defame
               ,
               those
               that
               deserue
               it
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               Concerning
               whom
               ,
               marke
               ,
               Baldwine
               ,
               what
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               the
               vertuous
               hindred
               of
               their
               brute
               ,
            
             
               Among
               which
               number
               recken
               well
               I
               may
            
             
               My
               valiant
               father
               Iohn
               Lord
               Montacute
               ,
            
             
               Who
               lost
               his
               life
               I
               iudge
               through
               iust
               pursute
               ,
            
             
               I
               say
               the
               cause
               and
               not
               the
               casuall
               speed
            
             
               Is
               to
               be
               waighed
               ,
               in
               euery
               kind
               of
               deed
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               rule
               obseru'd
               ,
               how
               many
               shall
               we
               find
            
             
               For
               vertues
               sake
               with
               infamie
               opprest
               ?
            
             
               How
               some
               againe
               through
               helpe
               of
               Fortune
               blind
               ,
            
             
               For
               ill
               attempts
               atchieu'd
               ,
               with
               honor
               blest
               ?
            
             
               Successe
               is
               worst
               oft
               times
               when
               cause
               is
               best
               :
            
             
               Therefore
               say
               I
               :
               God
               send
               them
               sory
               haps
               ,
            
             
               That
               iudge
               the
               causes
               by
               their
               afterclaps
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               end
               indeed
               is
               Iudge
               of
               euery
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               the
               cause
               or
               latter
               point
               of
               time
               :
            
             
               The
               first
               true
               verdict
               at
               the
               first
               may
               bring
               ,
            
             
               The
               last
               is
               slow
               ,
               or
               slipper
               as
               the
               slime
               ,
            
             
               Oft
               changing
               names
               of
               innocence
               and
               crime
               .
            
             
               Duke
               Thomas
               death
               was
               Iustice
               two
               yeares
               long
               ,
            
             
               And
               euer
               since
               ,
               sore
               tyrannie
               and
               wrong
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               I
               pray
               thee
               ,
               Baldwine
               ,
               weigh
               the
               cause
               ,
            
             
               And
               praise
               my
               father
               as
               he
               doth
               deserue
               :
            
             
               Because
               Earle
               Henry
               ,
               King
               against
               all
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               Endeuoured
               King
               Richard
               for
               to
               starue
            
             
               In
               iayle
               ,
               wherby
               the
               regall
               Crowne
               might
               swarue
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               line
               to
               which
               it
               then
               was
               due
               ,
            
             
               (
               Whereby
               God
               knowes
               what
               euill
               might
               ensue
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               My
               Lord
               
                 Iohn
                 Holland
              
               Duke
               of
               Excester
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               deare
               cosin
               to
               this
               wretched
               King
               ,
            
             
               Did
               moue
               my
               Sire
               ,
               and
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Glocester
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               Lords
               to
               ponder
               well
               the
               thing
               :
            
             
               Who
               seeing
               the
               mischiefe
               that
               began
               to
               spring
               ,
            
             
               Did
               all
               consent
               this
               Henry
               to
               depose
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               restore
               King
               Richard
               to
               the
               Rose
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               while
               they
               did
               deuise
               a
               prety
               traine
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               to
               bring
               their
               purpose
               well
               about
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               in
               maske
               this
               Henry
               to
               haue
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Aumerle
               blew
               their
               counsaile
               out
               :
            
             
               Yet
               was
               their
               purpose
               good
               ,
               there
               is
               no
               doubt
               .
            
             
               What
               cause
               can
               be
               more
               worthy
               for
               a
               Knight
               ,
            
             
               Than
               saue
               his
               King
               ,
               and
               helpe
               true
               heires
               to
               right
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               this
               with
               them
               my
               father
               was
               destroid
               ,
            
             
               And
               buried
               in
               the
               dunghill
               of
               defame
               .
            
             
               Thus
               euill
               chance
               ,
               their
               glory
               did
               auoid
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               their
               cause
               doth
               claime
               eternall
               fame
               .
            
             
               When
               deeds
               therefore
               vnluckily
               doe
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Men
               ought
               not
               iudge
               the
               authors
               to
               be
               naught
               ,
            
             
               For
               right
               through
               might
               is
               often
               ouerraught
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               God
               doth
               suffer
               that
               it
               should
               be
               so
               ,
            
             
               But
               why
               ,
               my
               wit
               is
               feeble
               to
               decise
               ,
            
             
               Except
               it
               be
               to
               heape
               vp
               wrath
               and
               we
            
             
               On
               wicked
               heads
               that
               iniuries
               deuise
               .
            
             
               The
               cause
               why
               mischiefs
               many
               times
               arise
               ,
            
             
               And
               light
               on
               them
               that
               would
               mens
               wrongs
               redresse
               ,
            
             
               Is
               for
               the
               rancour
               that
               they
               beare
               I
               gesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               hateth
               rigour
               though
               it
               further
               right
               ,
            
             
               For
               sinne
               is
               sinne
               ,
               how
               euer
               it
               be
               vsed
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               suffereth
               shame
               and
               death
               to
               light
               ,
            
             
               To
               punish
               vice
               ,
               though
               it
               bee
               well
               abused
               .
            
             
               Who
               furthereth
               right
               is
               not
               therby
               excused
               ,
            
             
               If
               through
               the
               same
               he
               doe
               some
               other
               wrong
               :
            
             
               To
               euery
               vice
               due
               guerdon
               doth
               belong
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               preach
               I
               now
               ?
               I
               am
               a
               man
               of
               warre
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               my
               lims
               I
               dare
               say
               doth
               professe
               ,
            
             
               Of
               cured
               wounds
               beset
               with
               many
               a
               skarre
               ,
            
             
               My
               broken
               iaw
               vnheald
               can
               say
               no
               lesse
               .
            
             
               O
               Fortune
               ,
               Fortune
               cause
               of
               all
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               My
               father
               had
               great
               cause
               thy
               fraud
               to
               curse
               ,
            
             
               But
               much
               more
               I
               ,
               abused
               ten
               times
               worse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               neuer
               flatteredst
               him
               in
               all
               thy
               life
               ,
            
             
               But
               me
               thou
               dandledst
               like
               thy
               darling
               deare
               :
            
             
               Thy
               gifts
               I
               found
               in
               euery
               corner
               rife
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ere
               I
               went
               I
               met
               thy
               smiling
               cheare
               :
            
             
               Which
               was
               not
               for
               a
               day
               or
               for
               a
               yeare
               ,
            
             
               But
               through
               the
               raigne
               of
               three
               right
               worthy
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               I
               found
               thee
               forward
               in
               all
               kind
               of
               things
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               while
               King
               Henry
               conquered
               in
               France
            
             
               I
               sued
               the
               warres
               and
               still
               found
               victory
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               assaults
               ,
               so
               happy
               was
               my
               chance
               ,
            
             
               Holds
               yeeld
               or
               won
               did
               make
               my
               enemies
               sory
               :
            
             
               Dame
               Prudence
               eke
               augmented
               so
               my
               glory
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               all
               treaties
               euer
               I
               was
               one
               ,
            
             
               When
               weighty
               matters
               were
               agreed
               vpon
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               when
               this
               King
               this
               mightie
               conquerour
               ,
            
             
               Through
               death
               vnripe
               was
               both
               his
               Realmes
               berest
               ,
            
             
               His
               silly
               infant
               did
               receiue
               his
               power
               ,
            
             
               Poore
               little
               babe
               full
               yong
               in
               cradle
               left
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Crowne
               and
               Scepter
               hurt
               him
               with
               the
               heft
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               worthie
               vncles
               had
               the
               gouernance
               ,
            
             
               The
               one
               at
               home
               ,
               the
               other
               abroad
               in
               France
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               I
               which
               was
               in
               peace
               and
               warre
               well
               skilled
               ,
            
             
               With
               both
               these
               Rulers
               greatly
               was
               esteemed
               :
            
             
               Bare
               rule
               at
               home
               as
               often
               as
               they
               willed
               ,
            
             
               And
               fought
               in
               France
               when
               they
               it
               needfull
               deemed
               ,
            
             
               And
               euery
               where
               so
               good
               my
               seruice
               seemed
               ,
            
             
               That
               English
               men
               to
               me
               great
               loue
               did
               beare
               ,
            
             
               Our
               foes
               the
               French
               ,
               my
               force
               fulfill'd
               with
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               alwaies
               thought
               it
               fitly
               for
               a
               Prince
               ,
            
             
               And
               such
               as
               haue
               the
               regiment
               of
               Realmes
               ,
            
             
               His
               subiects
               hearts
               with
               mildnes
               to
               conuince
               ,
            
             
               With
               Iustice
               mixt
               ,
               auoiding
               all
               extreames
               .
            
             
               For
               like
               as
               Phoebus
               with
               his
               cheerefull
               beames
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               freshly
               force
               the
               fragrant
               flowres
               to
               florish
               ,
            
             
               So
               rulers
               mildnesse
               subiects
               loue
               doth
               norish
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               found
               I
               true
               :
               for
               through
               my
               milde
               behauiour
               ,
            
             
               Their
               hearts
               I
               had
               with
               me
               to
               liue
               and
               die
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               speech
               be
               wrayer
               of
               their
               fauour
               ,
            
             
               They
               call'd
               me
               still
               good
               Earle
               of
               Salisburie
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lords
               confesse
               the
               Commons
               did
               not
               lie
               .
            
             
               For
               vertuous
               life
               ,
               free
               heart
               ,
               and
               lowly
               mind
               ,
            
             
               With
               high
               and
               low
               shall
               alwaies
               fauour
               find
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               vertues
               ,
               chiefe
               become
               a
               man
               of
               warre
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               in
               France
               I
               found
               experience
               :
            
             
               For
               in
               assaults
               due
               mildnes
               passeth
               farre
            
             
               All
               rigour
               ,
               force
               ,
               and
               sturdie
               violence
               :
            
             
               For
               men
               will
               stoutly
               sticke
               to
               their
               defence
               ,
            
             
               When
               cruell
               Captaines
               couet
               after
               spoile
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               enforst
               ,
               oft
               giue
               their
               foes
               the
               foile
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               when
               they
               know
               they
               shall
               be
               friendly
               vsed
               ,
            
             
               They
               hazard
               not
               their
               heads
               but
               rather
               yeeld
               :
            
             
               For
               this
               my
               offers
               neuer
               were
               refused
            
             
               Of
               any
               towne
               ,
               or
               surely
               very
               seeld
               .
            
             
               But
               force
               and
               furies
               fit
               be
               for
               the
               field
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               indeed
               I
               vsed
               so
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               My
               foes
               would
               flie
               if
               they
               but
               heard
               my
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               Lord
               Steward
               and
               Earle
               Vantadors
            
             
               Had
               cruelly
               besieged
               Crauant
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               had
               won
               ,
               and
               kept
               long
               time
               before
               ,
            
             
               Which
               lieth
               in
               Awxer
               on
               the
               Riuer
               Youne
               ,
            
             
               To
               raise
               the
               siege
               the
               Regent
               sent
               me
               downe
               :
            
             
               Whereas
               I
               vsde
               all
               rigour
               that
               I
               might
               ,
            
             
               I
               killed
               all
               that
               were
               not
               sau'd
               by
               flight
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Bedford
               then
               in
               France
               Lord
               Regent
            
             
               Knew
               in
               what
               sort
               I
               had
               remoued
               the
               siege
               ,
            
             
               In
               Brye
               and
               Champaine
               he
               made
               me
               Vicegerent
               ,
            
             
               And
               Lieutenant
               for
               him
               and
               for
               my
               Liege
               :
            
             
               Which
               causde
               me
               go
               to
               Brye
               ,
               and
               there
               besiege
            
             
               Mountaguillon
               with
               twentie
               weekes
               assaut
               ,
            
             
               Which
               at
               the
               last
               was
               yeelded
               me
               for
               naught
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               the
               Duke
               of
               Britaines
               brother
               Arthur
               ,
            
             
               Both
               Earle
               of
               Richmond
               and
               of
               Yuerie
               ,
            
             
               Against
               his
               oath
               from
               vs
               had
               made
               departure
               ,
            
             
               To
               Charles
               the
               Dolphin
               our
               chiefe
               enemie
               ,
            
             
               I
               with
               the
               Regent
               went
               to
               Normandie
               ,
            
             
               To
               take
               his
               towne
               of
               Yuerie
               ,
               which
               of
               spight
               ,
            
             
               Did
               to
               vs
               daily
               all
               the
               harme
               they
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               at
               the
               first
               compounded
               by
               a
               day
            
             
               To
               yeeld
               ,
               if
               rescues
               did
               not
               come
               before
               ,
            
             
               And
               while
               in
               hope
               to
               fight
               ,
               we
               at
               it
               lay
               ,
            
             
               The
               Dolphin
               gathered
               men
               two
               thousand
               score
               ,
            
             
               With
               Earles
               ,
               with
               Lords
               and
               Captaines
               iolly
               store
               :
            
             
               Of
               which
               the
               Duke
               of
               Alanson
               was
               guide
               ,
            
             
               And
               sent
               them
               downe
               to
               see
               if
               we
               would
               bide
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               they
               left
               vs
               ,
               and
               downe
               to
               Vernoile
               went
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               their
               vaunt
               they
               had
               our
               armie
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               through
               that
               lie
               ,
               that
               towne
               from
               vs
               they
               hent
               ,
            
             
               Which
               shortly
               after
               turned
               to
               their
               paine
               :
            
             
               For
               there
               both
               armies
               met
               vpon
               the
               plaine
               :
            
             
               And
               we
               eight
               thousand
               whom
               they
               flew
               before
               ,
            
             
               Did
               kill
               of
               them
               ,
               ten
               thousand
               men
               and
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               we
               had
               taken
               Vernoile
               thus
               againe
               ,
            
             
               To
               driue
               the
               treacherous
               Dolphin
               out
               of
               France
               ,
            
             
               The
               Regent
               sent
               me
               t'
               Aniow
               and
               to
               Mayne
               ,
            
             
               Where
               I
               besieg'd
               the
               warlike
               towne
               of
               Mawns
               .
            
             
               There
               Lord
               of
               Toysers
               ,
               Baldwins
               valiance
            
             
               Did
               well
               appeare
               ,
               which
               would
               not
               yeeld
               the
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Till
               all
               the
               Towres
               and
               walles
               were
               battered
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               heere
               now
               Baldwine
               ,
               take
               it
               in
               good
               part
               ,
            
             
               Though
               that
               I
               brought
               this
               Baldwine
               there
               to
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lion
               fierce
               for
               all
               his
               noble
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Being
               ouermatch'd
               ,
               is
               forst
               to
               flie
               the
               field
               .
            
             
               If
               Mars
               himselfe
               there
               had
               been
               with
               his
               shield
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               stormes
               had
               stoutly
               me
               withstood
               ,
            
             
               He
               should
               haue
               yeeld
               ,
               or
               else
               haue
               shed
               my
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               worthie
               Knight
               both
               hardie
               ,
               stout
               ,
               and
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Wrought
               well
               his
               feat
               :
               as
               time
               and
               place
               require
               ,
            
             
               When
               Fortune
               failes
               ,
               it
               is
               the
               best
               aduise
            
             
               To
               strike
               the
               saile
               lest
               all
               lie
               in
               the
               mire
               .
            
             
               This
               haue
               I
               said
               to
               th'
               end
               thou
               take
               no
               ire
               ,
            
             
               For
               though
               no
               cause
               be
               found
               ,
               so
               nature
               frames
               ,
            
             
               Men
               haue
               a
               zeale
               to
               such
               as
               beare
               their
               names
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               to
               returne
               ,
               in
               Mayne
               wan
               I
               at
               length
               ,
            
             
               Such
               townes
               and
               sorts
               as
               might
               or
               helpe
               or
               hurt
               ,
            
             
               I
               manned
               Mayne
               ,
               and
               Suzans
               towne
               of
               strength
               ,
            
             
               Fort
               
                 Barnard
                 ,
                 Thanceaur
              
               ,
               and
               S.
               Cales
               the
               curt
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 Lile
                 sues
                 Bolton
              
               ,
               standing
               in
               the
               durt
               :
            
             
               Eke
               
                 Gwerland
                 ,
                 Suze
                 ,
                 Loupeland
              
               and
               
                 Mount
                 sure
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               Malycorne
               ,
               these
               wan
               I
               and
               kept
               full
               sure
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Besides
               all
               this
               I
               tooke
               neere
               fortie
               holds
               ,
            
             
               But
               those
               I
               raced
               euen
               with
               the
               ground
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               these
               deeds
               ,
               as
               sillie
               sheepe
               in
               folds
            
             
               Do
               shrinke
               for
               feare
               at
               euery
               little
               sound
               ,
            
             
               So
               fled
               my
               foes
               before
               my
               face
               full
               round
               :
            
             
               Was
               none
               so
               hardie
               durst
               abide
               the
               fight
               ,
            
             
               So
               Mars
               and
               Fortune
               furthered
               me
               their
               Knight
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               tell
               no
               lie
               ,
               so
               gastfull
               grew
               my
               name
               ,
            
             
               That
               it
               alone
               discomfited
               an
               host
               :
            
             
               The
               boldest
               Frenchmen
               well
               confesse
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               Else
               will
               the
               towne
               which
               they
               like
               cowards
               lost
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               they
               sieged
               Beauron
               with
               great
               boast
               ,
            
             
               Being
               fortie
               thousand
               well
               arm'd
               in
               field
               ,
            
             
               Fiue
               hundred
               men
               enforced
               them
               to
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               while
               the
               Frenchmen
               fresh
               assaulted
               still
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Englishmen
               came
               boldly
               forth
               at
               night
               ,
            
             
               Crying
               Saint
               
                 George
                 ,
                 Salisbury
              
               ,
               kill
               ,
               kill
               ,
            
             
               And
               offered
               freshly
               with
               their
               foes
               to
               fight
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               as
               Frenchly
               tooke
               themselues
               to
               flight
               .
            
             
               Supposing
               surely
               that
               I
               had
               been
               there
               ,
            
             
               See
               how
               my
               name
               did
               put
               them
               all
               in
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               was
               the
               Dolphins
               power
               discomfited
               ,
            
             
               Foure
               thousand
               slaine
               ,
               their
               Campetane
               as
               it
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               our
               towne
               and
               souldiers
               profited
               ,
            
             
               For
               there
               were
               vitailes
               plentifull
               and
               good
               :
            
             
               This
               while
               was
               I
               in
               England
               by
               the
               rood
               ,
            
             
               T'
               appease
               a
               strife
               that
               was
               right
               foule
               befall
               ,
            
             
               Betweene
               Duke
               Humfrey
               and
               the
               Cardinall
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Exeter
               soone
               after
               died
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               the
               King
               at
               home
               had
               gouernance
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               roome
               the
               Earle
               of
               Warwicke
               then
               supplied
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               tooke
               his
               and
               sped
               me
               into
               France
               .
            
             
               Where
               in
               good
               hope
               to
               conquer
               Orliance
               ,
            
             
               With
               much
               adoe
               I
               got
               the
               Regents
               aid
               ,
            
             
               And
               marched
               forth
               ,
               and
               siege
               about
               it
               laid
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               in
               the
               way
               I
               tooke
               the
               towne
               of
               Yaine
               ,
            
             
               Where
               murdered
               were
               for
               stoutnes
               many
               a
               man
               :
            
             
               But
               Baugencey
               I
               tooke
               with
               little
               paine
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               to
               shew
               them
               fauour
               I
               began
               :
            
             
               This
               causde
               the
               townes
               of
               Mewne
               and
               Iargeman
               ,
            
             
               That
               stood
               on
               Loyer
               ,
               to
               profer
               me
               the
               keyes
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               I
               came
               neere
               them
               ,
               welnigh
               by
               two
               daies
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               heere
               how
               Fortune
               froward
               can
               allure
               ,
            
             
               What
               baits
               she
               layeth
               to
               bring
               men
               to
               their
               ends
               :
            
             
               Who
               hauing
               hap
               like
               this
               ,
               but
               hopeth
               sure
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               to
               bale
               what
               euer
               he
               entends
               ?
            
             
               But
               soone
               is
               sower
               the
               sweet
               that
               Fortune
               sends
               :
            
             
               When
               hope
               and
               hap
               ,
               when
               health
               and
               wealth
               is
               highest
               ,
            
             
               Then
               woe
               and
               wracke
               ,
               disease
               ,
               and
               need
               be
               nighest
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               while
               I
               ,
               suing
               this
               so
               good
               successe
               ,
            
             
               Laid
               siege
               to
               Orliaunce
               on
               the
               Riuer
               side
               ,
            
             
               The
               Bastard
               (
               Cuckold
               Cawnies
               sonne
               I
               gesse
               ,
            
             
               Tho
               thought
               the
               Dukes
               )
               who
               had
               the
               towne
               in
               guide
            
             
               Came
               fiercely
               forth
               ,
               when
               he
               his
               time
               espi'd
               ,
            
             
               To
               raise
               the
               siege
               ,
               but
               was
               bet
               backe
               againe
               ,
            
             
               And
               hard
               pursued
               both
               to
               his
               losse
               and
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               there
               we
               wan
               the
               Bulwarke
               on
               the
               bridge
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               mightie
               tower
               standing
               fast
               thereby
               .
            
             
               Ah
               cursed
               tower
               that
               didst
               my
               daies
               abridge
               ,
            
             
               Would
               God
               thou
               had'st
               been
               further
               either
               I
               :
            
             
               For
               in
               this
               tower
               a
               chamber
               stands
               on
               hie
               ,
            
             
               From
               which
               a
               man
               may
               view
               through
               all
               the
               towne
            
             
               By
               certaine
               windowes
               iron
               grated
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               on
               a
               day
               ,
               now
               Baldwine
               note
               mine
               end
               ,
            
             
               I
               stood
               in
               viewing
               where
               the
               towne
               was
               weake
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               I
               busily
               talked
               with
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Shot
               from
               the
               towne
               ,
               which
               all
               the
               grate
               did
               breake
               ,
            
             
               A
               pellet
               came
               and
               droue
               a
               mightie
               fleake
            
             
               Against
               my
               face
               ,
               and
               tare
               away
               my
               cheeke
               ,
            
             
               For
               paine
               whereof
               I
               died
               within
               a
               weeke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               See
               Baldwine
               ,
               see
               the
               most
               vncertaine
               glorie
               ,
            
             
               How
               sudden
               mischiefe
               dasheth
               all
               to
               dust
               ,
            
             
               And
               warne
               all
               Princes
               by
               my
               broken
               storie
               ,
            
             
               The
               happiest
               fortune
               chiefly
               to
               mistrust
               .
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               man
               that
               alway
               had
               his
               lust
               :
            
             
               Then
               mortall
               fooles
               ,
               in
               fancie
               more
               then
               mad
               ,
            
             
               Which
               hope
               to
               haue
               that
               neuer
               any
               had
               .
            
          
           
             W.
             Baldwine
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             DAME
             ELEANOR
             COBHAM
             DVCHESSE
             OF
             GLOCESTER
             ,
             FOR
             PRACtising
             of
             Witchcraft
             and
             Sorcery
             ,
             suffred
             open
             penance
             ,
             
               and
               after
               was
               banished
               the
               Realme
               into
               the
               I
               le
               of
               Man.
               
            
          
           
             
               IF
               a
               poore
               Ladie
               damned
               in
               exile
            
             
               Amongst
               Princes
               may
               be
               allowed
               place
               ,
            
             
               Then
               gentle
               Baldwine
               stay
               thy
               pen
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               pure
               pitie
               ponder
               well
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               a
               Duchesse
               ,
               destitute
               of
               grace
            
             
               Haue
               found
               by
               proofe
               ,
               as
               many
               haue
               and
               shall
            
             
               The
               prouerbe
               true
               ,
               that
               pride
               will
               haue
               a
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               noble
               Prince
               extract
               of
               royall
               blood
               ,
            
             
               Humfrey
               sometime
               protector
               of
               this
               Land
            
             
               Of
               Glocester
               Duke
               ,
               for
               vertue
               call'd
               (
               the
               good
               )
            
             
               When
               I
               but
               base
               beneath
               his
               state
               did
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Vouchsaft
               with
               me
               to
               ioyne
               in
               wedlockes
               band
               ,
            
             
               Hauing
               in
               Court
               no
               name
               of
               high
               degree
               ,
            
             
               But
               
                 Eleanor
                 Cobham
              
               as
               parents
               left
               to
               mee
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               though
               by
               blith
               of
               noble
               race
               I
               was
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Barons
               blood
               ,
               yet
               was
               I
               thought
               vnfit
               ,
            
             
               So
               high
               to
               match
               ,
               yet
               so
               it
               came
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               by
               grace
               ,
               good
               fortune
               ,
               or
               by
               wit
               ,
            
             
               Dame
               Venus
               lures
               so
               in
               mine
               eyes
               did
               sit
               ,
            
             
               As
               this
               great
               Prince
               without
               respect
               of
               state
               ,
            
             
               Did
               worthie
               me
               to
               be
               his
               wedded
               mate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               His
               wife
               I
               was
               ,
               and
               he
               my
               true
               husband
               ,
            
             
               Though
               for
               a
               while
               he
               had
               the
               company
            
             
               Of
               Lady
               Iaquet
               Dutchesse
               of
               Holland
               ,
            
             
               Being
               an
               heire
               of
               ample
               patrimony
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               fell
               out
               to
               be
               no
               matrimonie
               :
            
             
               For
               after
               warre
               ,
               long
               sute
               in
               law
               and
               strife
               ,
            
             
               She
               proued
               was
               the
               Duke
               of
               Brabants
               wife
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               of
               a
               Damsell
               Dutchesse
               I
               became
               ,
            
             
               My
               state
               and
               place
               aduanced
               next
               the
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               me
               thought
               I
               felt
               no
               ground
               but
               swam
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               the
               Court
               mine
               equall
               was
               not
               seene
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               possest
               with
               pleasure
               of
               the
               spleene
               ,
            
             
               The
               sparkes
               of
               pride
               so
               kindled
               in
               my
               brest
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               in
               Court
               would
               shine
               aboue
               the
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               gifts
               of
               nature
               God
               in
               me
               had
               graft
            
             
               Of
               shape
               and
               forme
               ,
               with
               other
               graces
               mo
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               the
               shot
               of
               Cupids
               fiery
               shaft
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               the
               heart
               of
               this
               great
               Prince
               did
               go
               ,
            
             
               This
               mightie
               Duke
               with
               loue
               was
               kindled
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               abasing
               th'
               height
               of
               his
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Set
               his
               whole
               heart
               ,
               to
               loue
               and
               honor
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Grudge
               whoso
               would
               ,
               to
               him
               I
               was
               most
               deere
               ,
            
             
               Aboue
               all
               Dames
               aduanced
               in
               degree
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               Queene
               except
               )
               no
               Princesse
               was
               my
               peere
               ,
            
             
               But
               gaue
               me
               place
               ,
               and
               Lords
               with
               cap
               and
               knee
            
             
               Did
               all
               honor
               and
               reuerence
               vnto
               mee
               .
            
             
               Thus
               hoisted
               high
               vpon
               the
               rolling
               wheele
               ,
            
             
               I
               sate
               so
               sure
               ,
               me
               though
               I
               could
               not
               reele
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               weening
               least
               that
               Fortune
               hath
               a
               turne
               ,
            
             
               I
               look'd
               aloft
               ,
               and
               would
               not
               looke
               alow
               ,
            
             
               The
               brands
               of
               pride
               so
               in
               my
               brest
               did
               burne
            
             
               As
               the
               hot
               sparkes
               ,
               burst
               forth
               in
               open
               show
               ,
            
             
               And
               more
               and
               more
               the
               fire
               began
               to
               glow
            
             
               Without
               quenching
               ,
               and
               daily
               did
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               Till
               Fortunes
               blasts
               with
               shame
               did
               make
               it
               cease
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               (
               as
               t
               is
               said
               )
               pride
               passeth
               on
               afore
               ,
            
             
               And
               shame
               followes
               ,
               for
               iust
               reward
               and
               meed
               :
            
             
               Would
               God
               Ladies
               ,
               both
               now
               and
               euermore
               ,
            
             
               Of
               my
               hard
               hap
               ,
               which
               shall
               the
               storie
               reede
               ,
            
             
               Would
               beare
               in
               mind
               ,
               and
               trust
               it
               as
               their
               Creed
               ,
            
             
               That
               pride
               of
               heart
               is
               a
               most
               hatefull
               vice
               ,
            
             
               And
               low
               linesse
               ,
               a
               pearle
               of
               passing
               price
               :
            
          
           
             
               Namely
               in
               Queenes
               ,
               and
               Ladies
               of
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Within
               whose
               minds
               all
               meeknes
               should
               abound
               ,
            
             
               Since
               high
               disdaine
               doth
               alwaies
               purchase
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Being
               a
               vice
               ,
               that
               most
               part
               doth
               redound
            
             
               To
               their
               reproch
               ,
               in
               whom
               the
               same
               is
               found
               ,
            
             
               And
               seldome
               gets
               good
               fauour
               or
               good
               fame
               ,
            
             
               But
               is
               at
               last
               knit
               vp
               with
               worldly
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               proofe
               whereof
               I
               found
               most
               true
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               That
               pride
               afore
               ,
               hath
               shame
               to
               wait
               behind
               .
            
             
               Let
               no
               man
               doubt
               ,
               in
               whom
               this
               vice
               doth
               breed
               ,
            
             
               But
               shame
               for
               pride
               by
               iustice
               is
               assign'd
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               well
               found
               ,
               for
               truly
               in
               my
               mind
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               none
               ,
               whom
               pride
               did
               more
               enflame
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               neuer
               none
               receiued
               greater
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               not
               content
               to
               be
               a
               Dutchesse
               great
               ,
            
             
               I
               longed
               sore
               to
               beare
               the
               name
               of
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               Aspiring
               still
               vnto
               an
               higher
               seat
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               that
               hope
               my selfe
               did
               ouerweene
               ,
            
             
               Since
               there
               was
               none
               ,
               which
               that
               time
               was
               betweene
            
             
               Henrie
               the
               King
               ,
               and
               my
               good
               Duke
               his
               Eame
            
             
               Heire
               to
               the
               crowne
               and
               kingdome
               of
               this
               Realme
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               neare
               to
               be
               ,
               was
               cause
               of
               my
               vaine
               hope
            
             
               And
               long
               await
               when
               this
               faire
               hap
               would
               fall
               ;
            
             
               My
               studies
               all
               were
               tending
               to
               that
               scope
               ,
            
             
               Alas
               ,
               the
               while
               to
               counsell
               I
               did
               call
            
             
               Such
               as
               would
               seeme
               ,
               by
               skill
               coniecturall
            
             
               Of
               art
               Magique
               and
               wicked
               Sorcerie
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               diuine
               the
               Princes
               destinie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Among
               which
               sort
               of
               those
               that
               bare
               most
               fame
            
             
               There
               was
               a
               Beldame
               call'd
               the
               Witch
               of
               Ey
               ,
            
             
               Old
               mother
               Madge
               her
               neighbours
               did
               her
               name
               ,
            
             
               Which
               wrought
               wonders
               in
               countries
               by
               here-say
               ,
            
             
               Furies
               and
               feends
               her
               charming
               would
               obay
               .
            
             
               And
               dead
               corps
               from
               graue
               she
               could
               vpreare
               ,
            
             
               Such
               an
               Inchantresse
               that
               time
               had
               no
               peere
               .
            
          
           
             
               Two
               Priests
               also
               ,
               the
               one
               hight
               Bolenbroke
               ,
            
             
               The
               other
               Suthwel
               ,
               Clerkes
               in
               coniuration
               ,
            
             
               These
               two
               Chaplaines
               were
               they
               that
               vndertooke
            
             
               To
               cast
               and
               calke
               the
               Kings
               true
               constellation
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               to
               iudge
               by
               deepest
               diuination
            
             
               Of
               things
               to
               come
               ,
               and
               who
               should
               next
               succeed
            
             
               To
               Englands
               Crowne
               ,
               all
               this
               was
               true
               indeed
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               further
               sure
               they
               neuer
               did
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               Though
               I
               confesse
               that
               this
               attempt
               was
               ill
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               my
               part
               ,
               for
               any
               thing
               in
               deed
            
             
               Wrought
               or
               else
               thought
               ,
               by
               any
               kind
               of
               skill
               ,
            
             
               God
               is
               my
               iudge
               I
               neuer
               had
               the
               will
               ,
            
             
               By
               any
               inchantment
               ,
               Sorcerie
               ,
               or
               charme
               ,
            
             
               Or
               otherwise
               ,
               to
               worke
               my
               Princes
               harme
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               nerethelesse
               ,
               when
               this
               case
               came
               to
               light
               ,
            
             
               By
               secret
               spies
               to
               Caiphas
               our
               Cardinall
               ,
            
             
               Who
               long
               in
               heart
               had
               borne
               a
               priuie
               spight
            
             
               To
               my
               good
               Duke
               his
               nephew
               naturall
               ,
            
             
               Glad
               of
               the
               chance
               so
               fitly
               forth
               to
               fall
               ,
            
             
               His
               long
               hid
               hate
               ,
               with
               Iustice
               to
               color
               ,
            
             
               Vsed
               this
               case
               with
               most
               extreame
               rigor
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               caused
               me
               with
               my
               complices
               all
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               cited
               by
               processe
               peremptorie
               ,
            
             
               Before
               Iudges
               ,
               in
               place
               Iudiciall
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               Caiphas
               ,
               sitting
               in
               his
               glorie
               ,
            
             
               Would
               not
               allow
               my
               answere
               dilatorie
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               Doctor
               or
               Proctor
               to
               alledge
               the
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               But
               forced
               me
               to
               plead
               in
               mine
               owne
               cause
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Kings
               counsell
               were
               called
               to
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               (
               My
               husband
               then
               shut
               out
               for
               the
               season
               )
            
             
               In
               whose
               absence
               I
               found
               but
               little
               grace
               ,
            
             
               For
               Lawyers
               turned
               our
               offence
               to
               treason
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               with
               rigor
               ,
               without
               ruth
               or
               reason
               ,
            
             
               Sentence
               was
               giuen
               ,
               that
               I
               for
               the
               same
            
             
               Should
               doe
               penance
               ,
               and
               suffer
               open
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               the
               like
               shame
               had
               neuer
               wight
               I
               weene
               ,
            
             
               Duches
               ,
               Lady
               ,
               ne
               Damsel
               of
               degree
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               that
               was
               a
               Princesse
               ,
               next
               the
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               Wife
               to
               a
               Prince
               ,
               and
               none
               so
               great
               as
               hee
               ,
            
             
               A
               Kings
               vncle
               ,
               Protector
               of
               his
               countrey
               ,
            
             
               With
               Taper
               burning
               ,
               shrouded
               in
               a
               sheete
            
             
               Three
               dayes
               a
               row
               ,
               to
               passe
               the
               open
               streete
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Barelegd
               ,
               and
               bare
               foote
               ,
               to
               all
               the
               worlds
               wonder
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               and
               as
               though
               such
               shame
               did
               not
               suffise
               ,
            
             
               With
               more
               despite
               then
               to
               part
               asunder
            
             
               Me
               and
               my
               Duke
               ,
               which
               Traitors
               did
               deuise
            
             
               By
               Statute
               lawe
               ,
               in
               most
               vnlawfull
               wise
               ,
            
             
               First
               sending
               me
               with
               shame
               into
               exile
               ,
            
             
               Then
               murdring
               him
               by
               trechery
               and
               guile
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yea
               and
               besides
               this
               cruell
               banishment
            
             
               Far
               from
               all
               friends
               to
               comfort
               mee
               in
               care
               ,
            
             
               And
               husbands
               death
               ,
               there
               was
               by
               Parliament
            
             
               Ordaind
               for
               me
               a
               messe
               of
               courser
               fare
               .
            
             
               For
               they
               to
               bring
               me
               to
               beggers
               state
               most
               bare
               ,
            
             
               By
               the
               same
               act
               from
               mee
               did
               then
               withdraw
            
             
               Such
               right
               of
               dower
               ,
               as
               widowes
               haue
               by
               law
               .
            
          
           
             
               Death
               (
               as
               t'
               is
               said
               )
               doth
               set
               all
               things
               at
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Which
               fell
               not
               so
               in
               mine
               vnhappy
               case
               :
            
             
               For
               since
               my
               death
               ,
               mine
               enmies
               made
               a
               Iest
            
             
               In
               minstrels
               rimes
               ,
               mine
               honour
               to
               deface
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               to
               bring
               my
               name
               in
               more
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               A
               song
               was
               made
               in
               manner
               of
               a
               laic
               ,
            
             
               Which
               old
               wiues
               sing
               of
               mee
               vnto
               this
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               with
               these
               spites
               their
               malice
               could
               not
               end
               ,
            
             
               For
               shortly
               after
               ,
               my
               sorowes
               to
               renue
               ,
            
             
               My
               loiall
               Lord
               ,
               which
               neuer
               did
               offend
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               cald
               in
               haste
               ,
               the
               cause
               he
               litle
               knew
               ,
            
             
               To
               a
               Parlement
               ,
               without
               sommons
               due
               ,
            
             
               VVhereas
               his
               death
               was
               cruelly
               contriued
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               his
               wife
               of
               earthly
               ioyes
               depriued
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               all
               the
               while
               my
               Duke
               had
               life
               and
               breath
               ,
            
             
               So
               long
               I
               stood
               in
               hope
               of
               my
               restore
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               I
               heard
               of
               his
               most
               causles
               death
               ,
            
             
               Then
               the
               best
               salue
               for
               my
               recureles
               sore
            
             
               VVas
               to
               despaire
               of
               cure
               for
               euermore
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               I
               could
               ,
               my
               carefull
               heart
               to
               cure
            
             
               VVith
               patience
               ,
               most
               painfull
               to
               endure
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Traitors
               fell
               ,
               which
               in
               your
               hearts
               could
               find
               ,
            
             
               Like
               feends
               of
               hell
               ,
               the
               guiltles
               to
               betray
               ,
            
             
               But
               ye
               chiefly
               his
               kinsmen
               most
               vnkind
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               gaue
               consent
               to
               make
               him
               so
               away
               ,
            
             
               That
               vnto
               God
               ,
               with
               all
               my
               heart
               I
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Vengeance
               may
               light
               on
               him
               that
               caused
               all
               ,
            
             
               Beaufort
               I
               meane
               ,
               that
               cursed
               Cardinall
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhich
               bastard
               Priest
               of
               th'
               house
               of
               Lancaster
               ,
            
             
               Sonne
               to
               Duke
               Iohn
               ,
               surnamed
               Iohn
               of
               Gaunt
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               first
               create
               Bishop
               of
               VVinchester
               ,
            
             
               For
               no
               learning
               whereof
               he
               might
               well
               vaunt
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               for
               vertue
               ,
               which
               he
               did
               neuer
               haunt
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               his
               Gold
               and
               summes
               that
               were
               not
               small
            
             
               Paid
               to
               the
               Pope
               ,
               was
               made
               a
               Cardinall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Proud
               Lucifer
               ,
               which
               from
               the
               heauens
               on
               high
            
             
               Downe
               to
               the
               pit
               of
               hell
               below
               was
               cast
               ,
            
             
               And
               being
               once
               an
               Angell
               bright
               in
               sky
               ,
            
             
               For
               his
               pride
               in
               hell
               is
               chained
               fast
            
             
               In
               deepe
               darkenes
               that
               euermore
               shall
               last
               ,
            
             
               More
               haut
               of
               heart
               was
               not
               before
               his
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Then
               was
               this
               proud
               and
               pompous
               Cardinall
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               VVhose
               life
               ,
               good
               Baldwine
               ,
               paint
               out
               in
               his
               pickle
               ,
            
             
               A
               and
               blase
               this
               Baal
               and
               Belligod
               most
               blind
               ,
            
             
               An
               hypocrite
               ,
               all
               faithles
               ,
               false
               and
               fickle
               ,
            
             
               A
               wicked
               wretch
               ,
               a
               kinsman
               most
               vnkind
               ,
            
             
               A
               Diuell
               incarnate
               ,
               all
               diuellishly
               enclind
               ,
            
             
               And
               (
               to
               discharge
               my
               conscience
               all
               at
               once
               )
            
             
               The
               Diuell
               him
               gnaw
               both
               body
               ,
               bloud
               and
               bones
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               spitefull
               Priest
               would
               needes
               make
               me
               a
               VVitch
               ,
            
             
               As
               would
               to
               God
               I
               had
               been
               for
               his
               sake
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               haue
               clawd
               him
               where
               he
               did
               not
               itch
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               haue
               plaid
               the
               Lady
               of
               the
               Lake
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               Merline
               was
               ,
               closde
               him
               in
               a
               brake
               ,
            
             
               Ye
               a
               Meridian
               to
               lull
               him
               by
               day
               light
               ,
            
             
               And
               a
               night
               mare
               to
               ride
               on
               him
               by
               night
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               fiery
               feends
               with
               feuers
               hot
               and
               frenzy
               ,
            
             
               The
               Airy
               hegges
               with
               stench
               and
               carren
               sauoures
               ,
            
             
               The
               watry
               ghosts
               with
               gowtes
               and
               with
               dropsy
               ,
            
             
               The
               earthly
               Goblines
               ,
               with
               Aches
               at
               all
               houres
               ,
            
             
               Furies
               and
               Fairies
               ,
               with
               all
               infernall
               powers
            
             
               I
               would
               haue
               stird
               from
               the
               darke
               dungeon
            
             
               Of
               hell
               Centre
               ,
               as
               deepe
               as
               Demagorgon
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               had
               I
               now
               the
               skill
               of
               dame
               Erichto
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               dreadfull
               charmes
               (
               as
               Lucan
               doth
               expresse
               )
            
             
               All
               feends
               did
               feare
               ,
               so
               far
               forth
               as
               Prince
               Pluto
            
             
               VVas
               at
               her
               call
               for
               dread
               of
               more
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               Then
               would
               I
               send
               of
               helhownds
               more
               and
               lesse
            
             
               A
               legion
               at
               least
               ,
               at
               him
               to
               cry
               and
               yell
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               that
               charme
               ,
               herrie
               him
               downe
               to
               hell
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhich
               need
               not
               ,
               for
               sure
               I
               thinke
               that
               he
            
             
               VVho
               here
               in
               earth
               leades
               Epicurus
               life
               ,
            
             
               As
               farre
               from
               God
               as
               possible
               may
               be
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               whom
               all
               sinne
               and
               vices
               are
               most
               rife
               ,
            
             
               Vsing
               at
               will
               both
               widow
               ,
               maid
               ,
               and
               wife
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               some
               Diuell
               his
               body
               doth
               possesse
               ,
            
             
               His
               life
               is
               such
               ,
               as
               men
               can
               iudge
               no
               lesse
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               God
               forgiue
               my
               wrath
               and
               wreakefull
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Such
               is
               my
               hate
               to
               that
               most
               wicked
               wretch
               ,
            
             
               Die
               when
               he
               shall
               ,
               in
               heart
               I
               could
               well
               finde
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               graue
               his
               corps
               againe
               to
               fetch
               ,
            
             
               And
               racke
               his
               limmes
               as
               long
               as
               they
               would
               stretch
               ,
            
             
               And
               take
               delight
               to
               listen
               euery
               day
            
             
               How
               he
               could
               sing
               a
               masse
               of
               welaway
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               I
               le
               of
               Man
               was
               the
               appointed
               place
            
             
               To
               penance
               me
               for
               euer
               in
               exile
               ,
            
             
               Thither
               in
               haste
               they
               posted
               me
               apace
               ,
            
             
               And
               doubting
               scape
               ,
               they
               pind
               me
               in
               a
               Pile
            
             
               Close
               by
               my selfe
               in
               care
               ,
               alas
               the
               while
            
             
               There
               felt
               I
               first
               poore
               prisoners
               hungry
               fare
               ,
            
             
               Much
               want
               ,
               things
               skant
               ,
               and
               stone
               walles
               hard
               and
               bare
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               change
               was
               strange
               ,
               from
               silke
               and
               cloth
               of
               gold
            
             
               To
               rugged
               frize
               my
               carcas
               for
               to
               cloath
               ,
            
             
               From
               Princes
               fare
               ,
               and
               dainties
               hot
               and
               cold
               ,
            
             
               To
               rotten
               fish
               ,
               and
               meates
               that
               one
               would
               loath
               ,
            
             
               The
               diet
               and
               dressing
               were
               much
               alike
               boath
               ,
            
             
               Bedding
               and
               lodging
               were
               all
               alike
               fine
               ,
            
             
               Such
               Downe
               it
               was
               as
               serued
               well
               for
               swine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Neither
               doe
               I
               mine
               owne
               case
               thus
               complaine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               confesse
               came
               partly
               by
               desert
               :
            
             
               The
               only
               cause
               which
               doubleth
               all
               my
               paine
               ,
            
             
               And
               which
               most
               neere
               goeth
               now
               vnto
               my
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Is
               that
               my
               fault
               did
               finally
               reuert
            
             
               To
               him
               that
               was
               least
               guilty
               of
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               death
               it
               was
               ,
               though
               I
               abode
               the
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhose
               fatall
               fall
               when
               I
               doe
               call
               to
               minde
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               by
               me
               his
               mischiefe
               first
               began
               ,
            
             
               So
               oft
               I
               cry
               on
               Fortune
               most
               vnkinde
               ,
            
             
               And
               my
               mishap
               most
               vtterly
               doe
               banne
               ,
            
             
               That
               euer
               I
               to
               such
               a
               noble
               man
               ,
            
             
               Who
               from
               my
               crime
               was
               innocent
               and
               cleare
               ,
            
             
               Should
               be
               a
               cause
               to
               buy
               his
               loue
               so
               deare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Oh
               to
               my
               heart
               how
               grieuous
               is
               the
               wound
               ,
            
             
               Calling
               to
               mind
               this
               dismall
               deadly
               case
               :
            
             
               I
               would
               I
               had
               been
               doluen
               vnder
               ground
            
             
               When
               he
               first
               saw
               or
               looked
               on
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               Or
               tooke
               delight
               in
               any
               kind
               of
               grace
            
             
               Seeming
               in
               me
               ,
               that
               him
               did
               stir
               or
               moue
            
             
               To
               fancie
               me
               ,
               or
               set
               his
               heart
               to
               loue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Farewell
               Greenewich
               my
               Palace
               of
               delight
               ,
            
             
               Where
               I
               was
               wont
               to
               see
               the
               Christall
               streames
            
             
               Of
               royall
               Thames
               ,
               most
               pleasant
               to
               my
               sight
               :
            
             
               And
               farewell
               Kent
               ,
               right
               famous
               in
               all
               Realmes
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               times
               I
               mind
               you
               in
               my
               dreames
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               I
               wake
               most
               griefe
               it
               is
               to
               mee
               ,
            
             
               That
               neuer
               more
               againe
               I
               shall
               you
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               the
               night
               time
               when
               I
               should
               take
               my
               rest
            
             
               I
               weepe
               ,
               I
               waile
               ,
               I
               wet
               my
               bed
               with
               teares
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               dead
               sleepe
               my
               spirits
               hath
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               Troubled
               with
               dreames
               I
               fantasie
               vaine
               feares
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               husbands
               voice
               then
               ringeth
               at
               mine
               eares
            
             
               Crying
               for
               helpe
               ,
               O
               saue
               me
               from
               the
               death
               ,
            
             
               These
               villaines
               heere
               do
               seeke
               to
               stop
               my
               breath
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yea
               and
               sometimes
               me
               thinkes
               his
               drerie
               ghost
            
             
               Appeares
               in
               sight
               ,
               and
               shewes
               me
               in
               what
               wise
            
             
               Those
               fell
               tyrants
               with
               torments
               had
               embost
            
             
               His
               winde
               and
               breath
               ,
               to
               abuse
               peoples
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               So
               as
               no
               doubt
               or
               question
               should
               arise
            
             
               Among
               rude
               folke
               which
               little
               vnderstand
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               his
               death
               came
               only
               by
               Gods
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               plaine
               in
               vaine
               ,
               where
               eares
               be
               none
               to
               heare
            
             
               But
               roring
               seas
               ,
               and
               blustering
               of
               the
               winde
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               redresse
               am
               nere
               a
               whit
               the
               neare
               ,
            
             
               But
               with
               waste
               words
               to
               feed
               my
               mournfull
               minde
               ,
            
             
               Wishing
               full
               oft
               the
               Parcas
               had
               vntwinde
            
             
               My
               vitall
               strings
               ,
               or
               Atropose
               with
               knife
            
             
               Had
               cut
               the
               line
               of
               my
               most
               wretched
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Oh
               that
               Neptune
               ,
               and
               Aeolus
               also
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               one
               god
               of
               Seas
               ,
               the
               other
               of
               weather
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               mine
               arriuall
               into
               that
               I
               le
               of
               woe
            
             
               Had
               sunke
               the
               ship
               wherein
               I
               sailed
               thither
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               shipmen
               saued
               )
               so
               as
               I
               together
            
             
               With
               my
               good
               Duke
               ,
               might
               haue
               been
               dead
               afore
            
             
               Fortune
               had
               wroken
               her
               heart
               vpon
               vs
               so
               sore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               else
               that
               God
               when
               my
               first
               passage
               was
            
             
               Into
               exile
               along
               Saint
               Albons
               towne
            
             
               Had
               neuer
               let
               me
               further
               for
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               street
               with
               death
               had
               strucke
               me
               downe
               :
            
             
               Then
               had
               I
               sped
               of
               my
               desired
               bowne
            
             
               That
               my
               poore
               corps
               might
               there
               haue
               lien
               with
               his
            
             
               Both
               in
               one
               graue
               ,
               and
               so
               haue
               gone
               to
               blisse
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               alas
               ,
               the
               greater
               is
               my
               griefe
            
             
               Am
               past
               that
               hope
               to
               haue
               my
               sepulture
            
             
               Neere
               vnto
               him
               ,
               which
               was
               to
               me
               most
               leefe
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               an
               I
               le
               and
               countrie
               most
               obscure
               ,
            
             
               To
               pine
               in
               paine
               whilst
               my
               poore
               life
               will
               dure
               ,
            
             
               And
               being
               dead
               ,
               all
               honorlesse
               to
               lie
            
             
               In
               simple
               graue
               ,
               as
               other
               poore
               that
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               tale
               is
               told
               ,
               and
               time
               it
               is
               to
               cease
            
             
               Of
               troubles
               past
               ,
               all
               which
               haue
               had
               their
               end
               :
            
             
               My
               graue
               I
               trust
               shall
               purchase
               me
               such
               peace
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               world
               where
               no
               wight
               doth
               contend
            
             
               For
               higher
               place
               ,
               whereto
               all
               flesh
               shall
               wend
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               I
               end
               ,
               vsing
               one
               word
               for
               all
            
             
               As
               I
               began
               ,
               that
               pride
               will
               haue
               a
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             G.
             Ferrers
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             HVMFREY
             PLANTAGENET
             DVKE
             OF
             GLOCESTER
             .
             Protector
             of
             England
             ,
             during
             the
             minoritie
             of
             
               his
               Nephew
               King
            
             Henry
             
               the
               sixt
               ,
               (
               commonly
            
             called
             the
             good
             Duke
             )
             by
             practise
             of
             
               enemies
               was
               brought
               to
               confusion
            
             .
          
           
             
               AS
               highest
               hilles
               with
               tempests
               been
               most
               touched
               ,
            
             
               And
               tops
               of
               trees
               most
               subiect
               vnto
               winde
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               great
               towers
               with
               stone
               strongly
               couched
            
             
               Haue
               heauie
               falles
               when
               they
               be
               vndermin'd
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               by
               proofe
               in
               worldly
               things
               we
               find
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               as
               climbe
               the
               top
               of
               high
               degree
            
             
               From
               feare
               of
               falling
               neuer
               can
               be
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               proue
               this
               true
               ,
               good
               Baldwine
               hearken
               heere
               ,
            
             
               See
               and
               behold
               me
               Humfrey
               hight
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               Englands
               Protector
               ,
               Duke
               of
               Glocester
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               the
               sixt
               King
               Henries
               rule
               with
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Twice
               ten
               yeares
               kept
               the
               troubled
               State
               in
               frame
               :
            
             
               Note
               well
               the
               cause
               of
               my
               vnhappie
               case
               ,
            
             
               And'mongst
               thy
               mirrours
               let
               the
               same
               haue
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               their
               most
               weale
               ,
               let
               men
               beware
               mishap
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               to
               sleepe
               in
               slumbring
               sickernesse
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               Fortune
               false
               doth
               lull
               them
               in
               her
               lap
            
             
               Drowned
               in
               dreames
               of
               brittle
               blessednesse
               ,
            
             
               But
               then
               to
               feare
               her
               freakes
               and
               ficklenesse
               ,
            
             
               Accounting
               still
               the
               higher
               they
               ascend
               ,
            
             
               More
               nigh
               to
               be
               to
               danger
               in
               the
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               vaine
               trust
               in
               blood
               or
               royall
               race
               ,
            
             
               Abuse
               them
               not
               with
               blind
               securitie
            
             
               To
               trust
               their
               state
               ,
               but
               weighing
               well
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               When
               she
               most
               smiles
               to
               haue
               in
               memorie
            
             
               My
               sudden
               fall
               ,
               who
               in
               most
               certaintie
            
             
               Hauing
               most
               staies
               which
               men
               in
               state
               maintaine
               ,
            
             
               Haue
               found
               the
               same
               vntrustie
               and
               most
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Better
               then
               I
               none
               may
               the
               same
               approue
               ,
            
             
               Who
               trusting
               all
               in
               height
               of
               high
               estate
               ,
            
             
               To
               bite
               on
               fawning
               flatteries
               bait
               did
               loue
               ,
            
             
               Which
               neuer
               Prince
               could
               banish
               from
               his
               gate
               ,
            
             
               Did
               little
               thinke
               on
               such
               a
               sudden
               mate
               ,
            
             
               Not
               heeding
               ,
               lesse
               dreading
               ,
               all
               vnaware
               ,
            
             
               By
               foes
               least
               fear'd
               was
               trapt
               in
               suddaine
               snare
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               noble
               birth
               or
               high
               autority
               ,
            
             
               Number
               of
               friends
               ,
               kinred
               or
               alliance
               ,
            
             
               If
               wisdome
               ,
               learning
               ,
               worldly
               policy
            
             
               Mought
               haue
               ben
               staiers
               to
               Fortunes
               variance
               ,
            
             
               None
               stood
               more
               strong
               ,
               in
               worldly
               countenance
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               these
               helpes
               had
               I
               to
               high
               degree
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               in
               fine
               they
               all
               beguiled
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               Henry
               fourth
               by
               name
               ,
               fourth
               sonne
               I
               was
               ,
            
             
               Brother
               to
               Henry
               fift
               of
               that
               same
               name
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               sixt
               Henrie
               vncle
               ;
               but
               alas
               ,
            
             
               What
               cause
               had
               I
               to
               build
               vpon
               the
               same
               ?
            
             
               Or
               for
               vaine
               glory
               ,
               to
               aduance
               my
               fame
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               to
               call
               in
               records
               and
               writings
               ,
            
             
               The
               brother
               ,
               sonne
               ,
               and
               vncle
               vnto
               Kings
               ?
            
          
           
             
               This
               was
               my
               boast
               ,
               which
               lastly
               was
               my
               bane
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               not
               this
               boast
               was
               it
               that
               brought
               me
               downe
               :
            
             
               The
               very
               cause
               which
               made
               my
               weale
               to
               wane
            
             
               So
               neere
               of
               kin
               that
               I
               was
               to
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               That
               was
               the
               rock
               that
               made
               my
               ship
               to
               drowne
               .
            
             
               A
               rule
               there
               is
               not
               failing
               ,
               but
               most
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Kingdome
               no
               kin
               doth
               know
               ,
               ne
               can
               indure
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               the
               fift
               Henry
               by
               his
               valiancie
            
             
               Wan
               by
               conquest
               the
               roiall
               Realme
               of
               France
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               two
               Kingdomes
               made
               one
               Monarchy
            
             
               Before
               his
               death
               ,
               for
               better
               obeisance
               ,
            
             
               To
               his
               yong
               sonne
               ,
               not
               ripe
               to
               gouernance
               ,
            
             
               Protector
               of
               England
               I
               was
               by
               testament
               ,
            
             
               And
               Iohn
               my
               brother
               in
               France
               made
               Regent
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               whom
               if
               God
               had
               lent
               a
               longer
               life
               ,
            
             
               Our
               house
               t'
               haue
               kept
               from
               stormes
               of
               inward
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Or
               it
               had
               been
               the
               Lord
               Almighties
               will
               ,
            
             
               Plantagenet
               in
               state
               had
               standen
               still
               .
            
             
               But
               deadly
               discord
               which
               all
               states
               do
               spill
            
             
               Bred
               by
               desire
               of
               high
               domination
               ,
            
             
               Brought
               our
               whole
               house
               to
               plaine
               desolation
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               is
               for
               truth
               in
               an
               history
               found
            
             
               That
               
                 Henry
                 Plantagenet
              
               first
               of
               our
               name
               ,
            
             
               Who
               called
               was
               ,
               King
               Henry
               the
               second
            
             
               Sonne
               of
               Dame
               Maude
               ,
               the
               Empresse
               of
               high
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Would
               oft
               report
               ,
               that
               his
               ancient
               Grandame
               ,
            
             
               Though
               seeming
               in
               shape
               a
               woman
               naturall
               ,
            
             
               Was
               a
               Feend
               of
               the
               kind
               that
               
                 (
                 Succubae
              
               )
               some
               call
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               old
               fable
               ,
               so
               long
               time
               told
               before
               ,
            
             
               When
               this
               Kings
               sonnes
               against
               him
               did
               rebell
               ,
            
             
               He
               cald
               to
               minde
               ,
               and
               being
               greeued
               sore
               ,
            
             
               Loe
               !
               now
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               I
               see
               and
               proue
               full
               well
            
             
               The
               story
               true
               ,
               which
               folk
               of
               old
               did
               tell
               ,
            
             
               That
               from
               a
               feend
               descended
               all
               our
               race
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               my
               children
               verify
               the
               case
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereof
               to
               leaue
               a
               long
               memoriall
            
             
               In
               minde
               of
               man
               for
               euermore
               to
               rest
               ,
            
             
               A
               Picture
               he
               made
               and
               hung
               it
               in
               his
               Hall
            
             
               Of
               a
               Pellicane
               sitting
               on
               his
               nest
               ,
            
             
               With
               foure
               yong
               birds
               ,
               three
               pecking
               at
               his
               brest
            
             
               With
               bloudy
               beakes
               ,
               and
               furder
               did
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               The
               yongest
               bird
               to
               pecke
               the
               fathers
               eyes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Meaning
               hereby
               his
               rebell
               Children
               three
               ,
            
             
               Henry
               and
               Richard
               ,
               bet
               him
               on
               the
               breast
               :
            
             
               
                 (
                 Ieffrey
              
               onely
               from
               that
               offence
               was
               free
               )
            
             
               Henry
               died
               of
               Englands
               Crowne
               possest
               :
            
             
               Richard
               liued
               his
               father
               to
               molest
               ,
            
             
               Iohn
               the
               yongest
               pect
               his
               fathers
               eye
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               deeds
               vnkinde
               the
               sooner
               made
               him
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               King
               (
               some
               write
               )
               in
               his
               sicknes
               last
            
             
               Said
               ,
               as
               it
               were
               by
               way
               of
               prophecie
               ,
            
             
               How
               that
               the
               Diuell
               a
               Darnell
               graine
               had
               cast
            
             
               Among
               his
               kin
               ,
               to
               encrease
               enmity
               ,
            
             
               Which
               should
               remaine
               in
               their
               posterity
            
             
               Till
               mischiefe
               and
               murder
               had
               spent
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               Not
               leauing
               one
               to
               pisse
               against
               the
               wall
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               yet
               from
               him
               in
               order
               did
               succeed
            
             
               In
               England
               here
               of
               crowned
               Kings
               fourteene
            
             
               Of
               that
               surname
               ,
               and
               of
               that
               line
               and
               seed
               ,
            
             
               With
               Dukes
               and
               Earles
               ,
               and
               many
               a
               noble
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               The
               number
               such
               as
               all
               the
               world
               would
               weene
            
             
               So
               many
               impes
               could
               neuer
               so
               be
               spent
               ,
            
             
               But
               some
               heire
               male
               should
               be
               of
               that
               descent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               to
               be
               true
               if
               any
               stand
               in
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               meane
               not
               further
               to
               digresse
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               pursue
               the
               histories
               throughout
            
             
               Of
               English
               Kings
               whom
               practise
               did
               oppresse
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               shall
               find
               the
               cause
               of
               their
               distresse
            
             
               From
               first
               to
               last
               ,
               vnkindly
               to
               begin
            
             
               Alwaies
               by
               those
               that
               next
               were
               of
               the
               kin
               .
            
          
           
             
               Was
               not
               Richard
               ,
               of
               whom
               I
               spake
               before
               ,
            
             
               A
               rebell
               plaine
               vntill
               his
               father
               died
               ,
            
             
               And
               Iohn
               likewise
               an
               enmy
               euermore
            
             
               To
               Richard
               againe
               ,
               and
               for
               a
               rebell
               tried
               ?
            
             
               After
               whose
               death
               ,
               it
               cannot
               be
               denied
               ,
            
             
               Against
               all
               right
               this
               Iohn
               most
               cruelly
            
             
               His
               brothers
               children
               caused
               for
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               Arthur
               and
               Isabell
               (
               I
               meane
               )
               that
               were
            
             
               Ieffreies
               children
               then
               duke
               of
               Britaine
            
             
               Henries
               third
               sonne
               ,
               by
               one
               degree
               more
               neere
            
             
               Then
               was
               this
               Iohn
               ,
               as
               stories
               shew
               most
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               two
               children
               were
               famisht
               or
               els
               slaine
            
             
               By
               Iohn
               their
               Eame
               cald
               Saunzterre
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whose
               foule
               act
               all
               countries
               speake
               great
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Edward
               and
               Richard
               ,
               second
               both
               by
               name
            
             
               Kings
               of
               this
               Land
               ,
               fell
               downe
               by
               fatall
               fate
               :
            
             
               What
               was
               the
               cause
               that
               Princes
               of
               such
               fame
            
             
               Did
               leese
               at
               last
               their
               honour
               ,
               life
               ,
               and
               state
               ?
            
             
               Nothing
               at
               all
               ,
               but
               discord
               and
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Which
               when
               it
               haps
               in
               kinred
               or
               in
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               Erynnis
               rage
               was
               neuer
               halfe
               so
               wood
               .
            
          
           
             
               Be
               sure
               therefore
               ye
               Kings
               and
               Princes
               all
            
             
               That
               concord
               in
               Kingdoms
               is
               chiefe
               assurance
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               your
               families
               doe
               neuer
               fall
            
             
               But
               where
               discord
               doth
               lead
               the
               doubtfull
               dance
            
             
               With
               busie
               brawles
               ,
               and
               turnes
               of
               variance
               :
            
             
               Where
               malice
               is
               minstrel
               ,
               the
               pipe
               ill
               report
               ,
            
             
               The
               maske
               mischiefe
               ,
               and
               so
               ends
               the
               sport
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               to
               come
               to
               my
               purpose
               againe
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               I
               my
               charge
               applied
               in
               England
               ,
            
             
               My
               brother
               in
               France
               long
               time
               did
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               Cardinal
               Beauford
               tooke
               proudly
               in
               hand
            
             
               In
               causes
               publique
               against
               me
               to
               stand
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               of
               great
               malice
               so
               much
               as
               he
               might
            
             
               Sought
               in
               all
               things
               to
               doe
               me
               despite
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhich
               proud
               prelate
               to
               me
               was
               bastard
               Eame
               ,
            
             
               Sonne
               to
               Duke
               Iohn
               of
               Gaunt
               as
               they
               did
               faine
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               being
               made
               high
               Chancellour
               of
               the
               Realme
               ,
            
             
               Not
               like
               a
               Priest
               ,
               but
               like
               a
               Prince
               did
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Nothing
               wanting
               which
               might
               his
               pride
               maintaine
               ,
            
             
               Bishop
               besides
               of
               VVinchester
               he
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               Cardinall
               of
               Rome
               ,
               which
               Angels
               brought
               to
               passe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Not
               Gods
               Angels
               ,
               but
               Angels
               of
               old
               Gold
            
             
               Lift
               him
               aloft
               ,
               in
               whom
               no
               cause
               there
               was
            
             
               By
               iust
               desert
               so
               high
               to
               be
               extold
               ,
            
             
               (
               Riches
               except
               )
               whereby
               this
               golden
               asse
            
             
               At
               home
               and
               abroad
               all
               matters
               brought
               to
               passe
               :
            
             
               Namely
               at
               Rome
               ,
               hauing
               no
               meane
               but
               that
            
             
               To
               purchase
               there
               his
               crimz
               in
               Cardinall
               hat
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               Which
               thing
               the
               King
               my
               father
               him
               forbad
            
             
               Plainly
               saying
               ,
               that
               he
               could
               not
               abide
            
             
               Within
               his
               Realme
               a
               subiect
               to
               be
               had
            
             
               His
               Princes
               peere
               ,
               yet
               such
               was
               this
               mans
               pride
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               forth
               with
               after
               my
               father
               di'd
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               King
               then
               yong
               )
               obtained
               of
               the
               Pope
            
             
               That
               honor
               high
               ,
               which
               erst
               he
               could
               not
               hope
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whose
               proud
               attempts
               because
               that
               I
               withstood
               ,
            
             
               My
               bound
               dutie
               the
               better
               to
               acquite
               ,
            
             
               This
               holy
               father
               waxed
               well
               neere
               wood
               ,
            
             
               Of
               meere
               malice
               deuising
               day
               and
               night
            
             
               To
               worke
               to
               me
               dishonor
               and
               despight
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               there
               fell
               betweene
               vs
               such
               a
               iarre
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               this
               land
               was
               like
               a
               ciuill
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               brother
               Iohn
               ,
               which
               lay
               this
               while
               in
               France
               ,
            
             
               Heard
               of
               this
               hurle
               ,
               and
               past
               the
               seas
               in
               haste
               ,
            
             
               By
               whose
               trauell
               this
               troublesome
               distance
            
             
               Ceased
               a
               while
               ,
               but
               nerethelesse
               in
               waste
               :
            
             
               For
               rooted
               hate
               will
               hardly
               be
               displaste
            
             
               Out
               of
               high
               hearts
               ,
               and
               namely
               where
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Happeneth
               amongst
               great
               persons
               of
               estate
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               like
               as
               a
               match
               doth
               lie
               and
               smoulder
            
             
               Long
               time
               before
               it
               commeth
               to
               the
               traine
               :
            
             
               But
               yet
               when
               fire
               hath
               caught
               in
               the
               poulder
               ,
            
             
               No
               art
               is
               able
               the
               flames
               to
               restraine
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               the
               sparkes
               of
               enuie
               and
               disdaine
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               smoke
               burst
               forth
               in
               such
               a
               flame
               ,
            
             
               That
               France
               and
               England
               yet
               may
               rue
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               of
               two
               Realmes
               the
               regiment
               royall
               ,
            
             
               Betweene
               brothers
               was
               parted
               equally
               ,
            
             
               One
               placed
               in
               France
               for
               affaires
               Martiall
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               at
               home
               for
               ciuill
               policie
               :
            
             
               To
               serue
               the
               state
               ,
               we
               both
               did
               so
               applie
               ,
            
             
               As
               honor
               and
               same
               to
               both
               did
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               for
               the
               warre
               ,
               to
               me
               for
               the
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Whence
               enuie
               sprang
               ,
               and
               specially
               because
            
             
               This
               proud
               prelate
               could
               not
               abide
               a
               Peere
            
             
               Within
               the
               land
               to
               rule
               the
               state
               by
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               Wherefore
               sifting
               my
               life
               and
               acts
               most
               neere
               ,
            
             
               He
               neuer
               ceast
               ,
               vntill
               ,
               as
               you
               shall
               heare
               ,
            
             
               By
               practise
               foule
               of
               him
               and
               his
               allies
               ,
            
             
               My
               death
               was
               wrought
               in
               most
               vnworthie
               wise
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               first
               he
               sought
               my
               doings
               to
               defame
               ,
            
             
               By
               rumors
               false
               ,
               which
               he
               and
               his
               did
               sow
               :
            
             
               Letters
               and
               billes
               to
               my
               reproch
               and
               shame
            
             
               He
               did
               deuise
               ,
               and
               all
               about
               bestow
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               my
               troth
               in
               doubt
               should
               daily
               grow
               ,
            
             
               In
               England
               first
               ,
               and
               afterward
               in
               France
               ,
            
             
               Mouing
               all
               meanes
               to
               bring
               me
               to
               mischance
               .
            
          
           
             
               One
               quarell
               was
               ,
               that
               where
               by
               common
               law
            
             
               Murder
               and
               theft
               been
               punisht
               all
               alike
               ,
            
             
               So
               as
               manslayers
               ,
               which
               bloodie
               blades
               do
               draw
               ,
            
             
               Suffer
               no
               more
               then
               he
               that
               doth
               but
               pike
               ,
            
             
               Me
               thought
               the
               same
               no
               order
               politike
               ,
            
             
               In
               setting
               paines
               to
               make
               no
               difference
               ,
            
             
               Betweene
               the
               lesser
               and
               greater
               offence
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               being
               seene
               somewhat
               in
               ciuill
               law
               ,
            
             
               The
               rules
               thereof
               reputed
               much
               bitter
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               to
               keepe
               offenders
               more
               in
               awe
               ,
            
             
               Like
               as
               the
               fault
               was
               smaller
               or
               greater
               ,
            
             
               So
               set
               I
               paines
               more
               easier
               or
               bitter
               ,
            
             
               Weghing
               the
               qualitie
               of
               euery
               offence
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               according
               pronounced
               sentence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Among'st
               my
               other
               
                 Delicta
                 Iuuentutis
              
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               rage
               of
               youth
               my
               reason
               did
               subdue
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               confesse
               as
               the
               very
               truth
               is
               ,
            
             
               Driuen
               by
               desire
               fond
               fancies
               to
               ensue
               ,
            
             
               A
               thing
               I
               did
               ,
               whereof
               great
               trouble
               grew
               ,
            
             
               Abusing
               one
               to
               my
               no
               small
               rebuke
               ,
            
             
               Which
               wife
               was
               then
               to
               Iohn
               of
               Brabant
               Duke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Called
               she
               was
               Ladie
               Iaquet
               the
               faire
               ,
            
             
               Delitefull
               in
               loue
               like
               Helene
               of
               Troy
               :
            
             
               To
               the
               Duke
               of
               Bauier
               sole
               daughter
               and
               heire
               ,
            
             
               Her
               did
               I
               marrie
               to
               my
               great
               annoy
               :
            
             
               Yet
               for
               a
               time
               ,
               this
               dame
               I
               did
               enioy
               ,
            
             
               With
               her
               whole
               lands
               ,
               withholding
               them
               by
               force
               ,
            
             
               Till
               Martin
               the
               Pope
               ,
               betweene
               vs
               made
               diuorce
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               all
               these
               blasts
               not
               able
               were
               to
               moue
            
             
               The
               anchor
               strong
               ,
               whereby
               my
               ship
               did
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Some
               other
               shift
               to
               seeke
               him
               did
               behoue
               ,
            
             
               Whereto
               ere
               long
               ill
               Fortune
               made
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               Which
               finally
               was
               cause
               of
               my
               decay
            
             
               And
               cruell
               death
               ,
               contriued
               by
               my
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               fell
               out
               thus
               ,
               as
               now
               I
               shall
               disclose
               .
            
          
           
             
               Eleanor
               my
               wife
               ,
               my
               Duchesse
               only
               deare
               ,
            
             
               I
               know
               not
               how
               ,
               but
               as
               the
               nature
               is
            
             
               Of
               women
               all
               ,
               aye
               curious
               to
               enquire
            
             
               Of
               things
               to
               come
               (
               though
               I
               confesse
               in
               this
            
             
               Her
               fault
               not
               small
               )
               and
               that
               she
               did
               amisse
               ,
            
             
               By
               witches
               skill
               ,
               which
               Sorcerie
               some
               call
               ,
            
             
               Would
               know
               of
               things
               which
               after
               should
               befall
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               that
               cause
               made
               her selfe
               acquainted
            
             
               With
               mother
               Madge
               ,
               called
               the
               witch
               of
               Eye
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               a
               Clerke
               that
               after
               was
               attainted
               ,
            
             
               Bolenbroke
               he
               hight
               ,
               that
               learned
               was
               that
               way
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               moe
               ,
               which
               famous
               were
               that
               day
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               in
               Science
               called
               Mathematicall
               ,
            
             
               As
               also
               in
               Magicke
               skill
               supernaturall
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               cunning
               folkes
               she
               set
               on
               worke
               to
               know
            
             
               The
               time
               how
               long
               the
               King
               should
               liue
               and
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Some
               by
               the
               Starres
               ,
               and
               some
               by
               feends
               below
               ,
            
             
               Some
               by
               witchcraft
               sought
               knowledge
               to
               attaine
               ,
            
             
               With
               like
               fancies
               ,
               friuolous
               ,
               fond
               and
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               though
               I
               knew
               least
               of
               any
               man
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               by
               that
               meane
               my
               mischiefe
               first
               began
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               besides
               this
               there
               was
               a
               greater
               thing
               ,
            
             
               How
               she
               in
               waxe
               by
               counsell
               of
               the
               witch
               ,
            
             
               An
               Image
               made
               ,
               crowned
               like
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               With
               sword
               in
               hand
               ,
               in
               shape
               and
               likenesse
               sich
            
             
               As
               was
               the
               King
               ,
               which
               daily
               they
               did
               pitch
            
             
               Against
               a
               fire
               ,
               that
               as
               the
               waxe
               did
               melt
               ,
            
             
               So
               should
               his
               life
               consume
               away
               vnfelt
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               Duchesse
               thus
               accused
               of
               this
               crime
               ,
            
             
               As
               she
               that
               should
               such
               practise
               first
               begin
               ,
            
             
               My
               part
               was
               then
               to
               yeeld
               vnto
               the
               time
               ,
            
             
               Giuing
               her
               leaue
               to
               deale
               alone
               therein
               .
            
             
               And
               since
               the
               cause
               concerned
               deadly
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               the
               Clergie
               only
               doth
               pertaine
               ,
            
             
               To
               deale
               therein
               I
               plainly
               did
               refraine
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               suffered
               them
               her
               person
               to
               ascite
            
             
               Into
               their
               Courts
               ,
               to
               answere
               and
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               my
               heart
               was
               sure
               the
               greatest
               spite
            
             
               That
               could
               be
               wrought
               ,
               and
               touched
               me
               most
               neare
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               my
               wife
               ,
               and
               Ladie
               leefe
               and
               deare
               ,
            
             
               To
               my
               reproch
               ,
               and
               plaine
               before
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               Entreated
               so
               ,
               as
               one
               of
               sort
               most
               base
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Clergie
               then
               examining
               her
               cause
               ,
            
             
               Conuinced
               her
               ,
               as
               guiltie
               in
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               And
               sentence
               gaue
               according
               to
               their
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               That
               she
               and
               they
               whom
               I
               before
               did
               name
            
             
               Should
               suffer
               death
               ,
               or
               else
               some
               open
               shame
               :
            
             
               Of
               which
               penance
               my
               wife
               by
               sentence
               had
            
             
               To
               suffer
               shame
               ,
               of
               both
               the
               two
               more
               bad
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               first
               she
               must
               by
               daies
               together
               three
               ,
            
             
               Through
               London
               streets
               passe
               all
               along
               in
               sight
            
             
               Bareleg'd
               and
               barefoot
               ,
               that
               all
               the
               world
               might
               see
               ,
            
             
               Bearing
               in
               hand
               a
               burning
               taper
               bright
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               content
               with
               this
               extreame
               despight
               ,
            
             
               To
               worke
               me
               woe
               in
               all
               they
               may
               or
               can
               ,
            
             
               Exil'd
               she
               was
               into
               the
               I
               le
               of
               Man.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               heinous
               crime
               and
               open
               worldly
               shame
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               rigour
               shewed
               vnto
               my
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Was
               a
               fine
               fetch
               further
               things
               to
               frame
               ,
            
             
               And
               nothing
               else
               but
               a
               preparatiue
            
             
               First
               from
               office
               ,
               and
               finally
               from
               life
            
             
               Me
               to
               depriue
               ,
               and
               so
               passing
               further
               ,
            
             
               What
               law
               could
               not
               ,
               to
               execute
               by
               murther
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               by
               slie
               drifts
               ,
               and
               windlaces
               aloofe
               ,
            
             
               They
               brought
               about
               ,
               perswading
               first
               the
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               effect
               it
               was
               the
               Kings
               reproofe
               ,
            
             
               And
               hers
               also
               ,
               to
               be
               exempted
               cleane
            
             
               From
               princely
               rule
               ,
               or
               that
               it
               should
               be
               seene
            
             
               A
               King
               of
               yeares
               still
               gouerned
               to
               bee
            
             
               Like
               a
               pupill
               ,
               that
               nothing
               could
               foresee
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               danger
               more
               ,
               considering
               the
               King
            
             
               Was
               without
               child
               ,
               I
               being
               his
               next
               heire
            
             
               To
               rule
               the
               Realme
               ,
               as
               Prince
               in
               euery
               thing
            
             
               Without
               restraint
               ,
               and
               all
               the
               sway
               to
               beare
               .
            
             
               With
               peoples
               loue
               ,
               whereby
               it
               was
               to
               feare
            
             
               That
               my
               haut
               heart
               ,
               vnbridled
               in
               desire
               ,
            
             
               Time
               would
               preuent
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               Crowne
               aspire
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               with
               such
               like
               were
               put
               into
               her
               head
               ,
            
             
               Who
               of
               herselfe
               was
               thereto
               soone
               enclin'd
               ,
            
             
               Other
               there
               were
               that
               this
               ill
               humour
               fed
               ,
            
             
               To
               neither
               part
               that
               had
               good
               will
               or
               mind
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               our
               cosin
               most
               vnkind
               ,
            
             
               Who
               keeping
               close
               a
               title
               to
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               Lancasters
               house
               did
               labour
               to
               pull
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               stay
               whereof
               he
               tooke
               to
               stand
               in
               me
               ,
            
             
               Seeing
               the
               King
               of
               courage
               nothing
               stout
               ,
            
             
               Neither
               of
               wit
               great
               perill
               to
               foresee
               ,
            
             
               So
               for
               purpose
               ,
               if
               he
               could
               bring
               about
            
             
               Me
               to
               displace
               ,
               then
               did
               he
               little
               doubt
            
             
               To
               gaine
               the
               Goale
               ,
               for
               which
               he
               droue
               the
               ball
               ,
            
             
               The
               Crowne
               (
               I
               meane
               )
               to
               catch
               ere
               it
               should
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               hope
               made
               him
               against
               me
               to
               conspire
            
             
               With
               those
               which
               foes
               were
               to
               each
               other
               late
               ,
            
             
               The
               Queene
               did
               weene
               to
               win
               her
               whole
               desire
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               to
               rule
               the
               King
               and
               all
               the
               State
            
             
               If
               I
               were
               rid
               ,
               whom
               therefore
               she
               did
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Forecasting
               not
               ,
               when
               that
               was
               brought
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               How
               weake
               of
               friends
               the
               King
               her
               husband
               was
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Dukes
               two
               ,
               of
               Excester
               ,
               and
               Buckingham
               ,
            
             
               With
               the
               Marquise
               Dorset
               therein
               did
               agree
               ,
            
             
               But
               namely
               the
               Marquise
               of
               Suffolke
               William
               ,
            
             
               Contriuer
               chiefe
               of
               this
               conspiracie
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               moe
               ,
               that
               sate
               still
               and
               did
               see
            
             
               Their
               mortall
               foes
               on
               me
               to
               whet
               their
               kniues
               ,
            
             
               Which
               turn'd
               at
               last
               to
               losse
               of
               all
               their
               liues
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               vaine
               desire
               of
               soueraingtie
               and
               rule
               ,
            
             
               Which
               otherwise
               (
               Ambition
               )
               hath
               no
               name
               ,
            
             
               So
               stir'd
               the
               Queene
               ,
               that
               wilfull
               as
               a
               Mule
               ,
            
             
               Headlong
               she
               runnes
               from
               smoke
               into
               the
               flame
               ,
            
             
               Driuing
               a
               drift
               ,
               which
               after
               did
               so
               frame
               ,
            
             
               As
               she
               ,
               the
               King
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               line
               and
               race
               ,
            
             
               Depriued
               were
               of
               honor
               ,
               life
               ,
               and
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               for
               purpose
               she
               thought
               it
               very
               good
               ,
            
             
               With
               former
               foes
               in
               friendship
               to
               confeder
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               and
               other
               of
               his
               blood
               ,
            
             
               With
               Neuils
               all
               ,
               knit
               were
               then
               all
               together
               ,
            
             
               And
               Delapoole
               ,
               friend
               afore
               to
               neither
               :
            
             
               The
               Cardinall
               also
               came
               within
               this
               list
               ,
            
             
               As
               Herode
               and
               Pilate
               to
               iudge
               Iesus
               Christ
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               cursed
               league
               too
               late
               discouered
               was
            
             
               By
               Bayards
               blind
               ,
               that
               linked
               in
               the
               line
               ,
            
             
               The
               Queene
               and
               Cardinall
               brought
               it
               so
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               With
               Marquise
               Suffolke
               master
               of
               this
               mine
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               ill
               aduice
               was
               counted
               very
               fine
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               moe
               which
               finely
               could
               disguise
               ,
            
             
               With
               false
               visours
               my
               mischiefe
               to
               deuise
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Concluding
               thus
               they
               point
               without
               delay
            
             
               Parliament
               to
               hold
               ,
               in
               some
               vnhaunted
               place
               ,
            
             
               Far
               from
               London
               ,
               out
               of
               the
               common
               way
               ,
            
             
               Where
               few
               or
               none
               should
               vnderstand
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               But
               whom
               the
               Queene
               and
               Cardinall
               did
               embrace
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               for
               place
               they
               chose
               Saint
               Edmundsburie
               ,
            
             
               Since
               when
               (
               some
               say
               )
               England
               was
               neuer
               merrie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Summons
               was
               sent
               this
               company
               to
               call
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               me
               muse
               ,
               that
               in
               so
               great
               a
               case
            
             
               I
               should
               no
               whit
               of
               counsell
               be
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               Who
               yet
               had
               rule
               ,
               and
               next
               the
               King
               in
               place
               ,
            
             
               Me
               thought
               nothing
               my
               state
               could
               more
               disgrace
            
             
               Then
               to
               beare
               name
               ,
               and
               in
               effect
               to
               be
            
             
               A
               Cypher
               in
               Algrim
               ,
               as
               all
               men
               might
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               though
               iust
               cause
               I
               had
               for
               to
               suspect
            
             
               The
               time
               and
               place
               appointed
               by
               my
               foes
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               my
               friends
               most
               plainly
               did
               detect
            
             
               The
               subtill
               traine
               ,
               and
               practise
               of
               all
               those
            
             
               Which
               against
               me
               great
               treasons
               did
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               trust
               of
               truth
               with
               a
               conscience
               cleare
            
             
               Gaue
               me
               good
               heart
               ,
               in
               that
               place
               to
               appeare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vpon
               which
               trust
               with
               more
               haste
               then
               good
               speed
               ,
            
             
               Forward
               I
               went
               to
               that
               vnluckie
               place
            
             
               Dutie
               to
               shew
               ,
               and
               no
               whit
               was
               in
               dread
            
             
               Of
               any
               traine
               ,
               but
               bold
               to
               shew
               my
               face
            
             
               As
               a
               true
               man
               ,
               yet
               so
               fell
               out
               the
               case
            
             
               That
               after
               trauell
               seeking
               for
               repose
               ,
            
             
               An
               armed
               band
               my
               lodging
               did
               enclose
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Vicount
               Beaumount
               ,
               who
               for
               the
               time
               supplied
            
             
               The
               office
               of
               high
               Constable
               of
               the
               Land
               ,
            
             
               Was
               with
               the
               Queene
               and
               Cardinall
               allied
               ,
            
             
               By
               whose
               support
               he
               stoutly
               tooke
               in
               hand
            
             
               My
               lodging
               to
               enter
               with
               an
               armed
               band
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               high
               treason
               my
               person
               did
               arrest
               ,
            
             
               And
               laid
               me
               that
               night
               where
               him
               seemed
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               shaking
               and
               quaking
               ,
               for
               dread
               of
               a
               dreame
               ,
            
             
               Halfe
               waked
               all
               naked
               in
               bed
               as
               I
               lay
               ,
            
             
               What
               time
               strake
               the
               chime
               of
               mine
               houre
               extreame
               ,
            
             
               Opprest
               was
               my
               rest
               with
               mortall
               affray
               ,
            
             
               My
               foes
               did
               vnclose
               ,
               I
               know
               not
               which
               way
            
             
               My
               chamber
               dores
               ,
               and
               boldly
               in
               brake
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               me
               fast
               before
               I
               could
               wake
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               lookest
               now
               ,
               that
               of
               my
               secret
               murther
               ,
            
             
               I
               should
               at
               large
               the
               maner
               how
               declare
               ,
            
             
               I
               pray
               thee
               Baldwine
               aske
               of
               me
               no
               further
               ,
            
             
               For
               speaking
               plaine
               ,
               it
               came
               so
               at
               vnware
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               my selfe
               ,
               which
               caught
               was
               in
               the
               snare
               ,
            
             
               Scarcely
               am
               able
               the
               circumstance
               to
               shew
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               kept
               close
               ,
               and
               knowne
               but
               vnto
               few
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               be
               thou
               sure
               by
               violence
               it
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               whit
               bred
               by
               sicknesse
               or
               disease
               ,
            
             
               That
               felt
               it
               well
               before
               my
               life
               did
               passe
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               these
               wolues
               my
               bodie
               once
               did
               sease
               ,
            
             
               Vsed
               I
               was
               but
               smally
               to
               mine
               ease
               ,
            
             
               With
               torments
               strong
               which
               went
               so
               neere
               the
               quicke
               ,
            
             
               As
               made
               me
               die
               before
               that
               I
               was
               sicke
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Palsie
               (
               they
               said
               )
               my
               vitall
               spirits
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               Bred
               by
               excesse
               of
               melancholie
               blacke
               ,
            
             
               This
               for
               excuse
               to
               lay
               ,
               them
               seemed
               best
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               my
               true
               friends
               the
               cause
               might
               further
               racke
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               perhaps
               discouer
               the
               whole
               packe
            
             
               Of
               my
               false
               foes
               ,
               whom
               they
               might
               well
               suspect
            
             
               For
               causes
               great
               ,
               which
               after
               tooke
               effect
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dead
               was
               I
               found
               by
               such
               as
               best
               did
               know
            
             
               The
               maner
               how
               the
               same
               was
               brought
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               my
               corps
               was
               set
               out
               for
               a
               show
               ,
            
             
               By
               view
               whereof
               nothing
               perceiued
               was
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               the
               world
               may
               see
               as
               in
               a
               glasse
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               vnsure
               state
               of
               them
               that
               stand
               most
               hie
               ,
            
             
               Which
               then
               dread
               least
               ,
               when
               danger
               is
               most
               nie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               also
               see
               what
               danger
               they
               are
               in
               ,
            
             
               Which
               next
               their
               King
               are
               to
               succeed
               in
               place
               :
            
             
               Since
               Kings
               most
               part
               be
               iealous
               of
               their
               kin
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               I
               aduise
               ,
               forewarned
               by
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               To
               beare
               low
               saile
               ,
               and
               not
               too
               much
               embrace
            
             
               The
               peoples
               loue
               :
               for
               as
               Senec
               saith
               truly
               :
            
             
               
                 O
                 quàm
                 funestus
                 est
                 fauor
                 populi
                 .
              
            
          
           
             G.
             Ferrers
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             LORD
             WILLIAM
             DELAPOLE
             Duke
             of
             Suffolke
             was
             worthily
             banished
             ,
             for
             abusing
             his
             King
             ,
             and
             causing
             the
             destruction
             
               of
               the
               good
               Duke
               Humfrey
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1450.
             
          
           
             
               HEauie
               is
               the
               hap
               whereto
               all
               men
               be
               bound
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               the
               death
               ,
               which
               no
               estate
               may
               flie
               :
            
             
               But
               to
               be
               banisht
               ,
               headed
               ,
               and
               then
               drown'd
            
             
               In
               sinke
               of
               shame
               from
               top
               of
               honors
               hie
               ,
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               man
               so
               seru'd
               I
               thinke
               but
               I.
            
             
               Wherefore
               Baldwine
               amongst
               the
               rest
               by
               right
               ,
            
             
               I
               claime
               of
               thee
               my
               wofull
               case
               to
               write
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               only
               life
               in
               all
               points
               may
               suffice
               ,
            
             
               To
               shew
               how
               base
               all
               baits
               of
               Fortune
               be
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thaw
               like
               yee
               ,
               through
               heate
               of
               enuies
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Of
               vicious
               deeds
               which
               much
               possessed
               me
               .
            
             
               Good
               hap
               with
               vice
               ,
               long
               time
               cannot
               agree
               ,
            
             
               Which
               bring
               best
               Fortunes
               to
               the
               basest
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               happiest
               hap
               to
               enuie
               to
               be
               thrall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Called
               I
               was
               
                 William
                 De
                 la
                 Poole
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Suffolke
               Duke
               in
               Queene
               Margarets
               daies
               ,
            
             
               That
               found
               the
               meane
               Duke
               Humfreys
               blood
               to
               coole
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               worthie
               acts
               deserue
               eternall
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               I
               note
               that
               Fortune
               cannot
               raise
            
             
               Any
               aloft
               ,
               without
               some
               others
               wracke
               :
            
             
               Flouds
               drowne
               no
               fields
               before
               they
               finde
               bracke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               as
               the
               waters
               which
               doe
               breake
               the
               walles
            
             
               Doe
               lose
               their
               course
               they
               had
               within
               the
               shore
               ,
            
             
               And
               daily
               rotting
               stinke
               within
               their
               stalles
               ,
            
             
               For
               fault
               of
               mouing
               which
               they
               found
               before
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               the
               state
               that
               ouer
               high
               is
               bore
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               lose
               the
               life
               of
               peoples
               loue
               it
               had
               ,
            
             
               And
               rots
               it selfe
               vntill
               it
               fall
               to
               bad
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               while
               I
               was
               but
               Earle
               ,
               ech
               man
               was
               glad
            
             
               To
               say
               and
               doe
               the
               best
               by
               me
               they
               might
               :
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               euer
               since
               I
               was
               a
               lad
               ,
            
             
               Did
               smile
               vpon
               me
               with
               a
               chearefull
               sight
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               my
               King
               had
               doubed
               me
               a
               Knight
            
             
               And
               sent
               me
               forth
               to
               serue
               at
               warre
               in
               France
               ,
            
             
               My
               luckly
               speed
               mine
               honour
               did
               enhance
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               ,
               to
               omit
               the
               many
               feates
               I
               wrought
            
             
               Vnder
               others
               guide
               ,
               I
               do
               remember
               one
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               my
               souldiers
               valiantly
               was
               fought
               ,
            
             
               None
               other
               Captaine
               saue
               my selfe
               alone
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               not
               now
               th'
               apprinze
               of
               Pucell
               Ione
            
             
               In
               which
               attempt
               my
               trauaile
               was
               not
               small
               ,
            
             
               Though
               Burgoyne
               Duke
               had
               then
               the
               praise
               of
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               siege
               of
               Awmarie
               is
               the
               feat
               I
               praise
               :
            
             
               A
               strong
               built
               Towne
               ,
               with
               castels
               ,
               walles
               ,
               and
               vaults
               ,
            
             
               With
               men
               and
               weapon
               armd
               at
               all
               assaies
               :
            
             
               To
               which
               I
               gaue
               nigh
               fiue
               times
               fiue
               assaults
               ,
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               last
               they
               yeelded
               it
               for
               naughts
               .
            
             
               Yet
               Lord
               Ramburs
               most
               like
               a
               valiant
               Knight
               ,
            
             
               Defended
               it
               as
               long
               as
               ere
               he
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               preuailed
               it
               these
               townes
               to
               winne
               ,
            
             
               Which
               shortly
               after
               must
               be
               lost
               againe
               ?
            
             
               Whereby
               I
               see
               there
               is
               more
               glory
               in
            
             
               The
               keeping
               things
               ,
               then
               is
               in
               their
               attaine
               :
            
             
               To
               get
               and
               keepe
               not
               ,
               is
               but
               losse
               and
               paine
               .
            
             
               Therfore
               ought
               mē
               prouide
               to
               saue
               their
               winnings
            
             
               In
               all
               attempts
               ,
               else
               lose
               they
               their
               beginnings
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Because
               we
               could
               not
               keepe
               the
               townes
               we
               won
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               were
               more
               then
               we
               might
               easily
               weeld
               ,
            
             
               One
               yeare
               vndid
               what
               we
               in
               ten
               had
               done
               :
            
             
               Enuie
               at
               home
               ,
               treason
               abroad
               ,
               did
               yeeld
            
             
               King
               Charles
               his
               Realme
               of
               France
               ,
               made
               barren
               field
               :
            
             
               For
               bloodie
               warres
               had
               wasted
               all
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               Which
               caus'd
               the
               Pope
               help
               need
               to
               sue
               for
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               that
               in
               Touraine
               at
               the
               towne
               of
               Tours
            
             
               Duke
               Charles
               and
               other
               for
               their
               Prince
               appered
               ,
            
             
               So
               did
               Lord
               Rosse
               and
               I
               then
               Earle
               ,
               for
               ours
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               we
               shewed
               wherein
               each
               other
               dered
               ,
            
             
               We
               sought
               out
               meanes
               all
               quarels
               to
               haue
               clered
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               the
               Lords
               of
               Germanie
               ,
               of
               Spaine
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Hungarie
               ,
               and
               Denmarke
               ,
               tooke
               great
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               sith
               we
               could
               no
               finall
               peace
               induce
               ,
            
             
               For
               neither
               would
               the
               others
               couenants
               heare
               ,
            
             
               For
               eighteene
               months
               we
               did
               conclude
               a
               truce
               :
            
             
               And
               while
               as
               friends
               we
               lay
               together
               there
               ,
            
             
               Because
               my
               warrant
               did
               me
               therein
               beare
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               a
               perfit
               peace
               and
               through
               accord
               ,
            
             
               I
               sought
               a
               mariage
               for
               my
               soueraigne
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               the
               French
               Kings
               daughters
               were
               too
               small
               ,
            
             
               I
               fancied
               most
               Dame
               Margaret
               his
               niece
               ,
            
             
               A
               louely
               Ladie
               beautifull
               and
               tall
               ,
            
             
               Faire
               spoken
               ,
               pleasant
               ,
               and
               a
               Princely
               piece
               ,
            
             
               In
               wit
               and
               learning
               matchlesse
               hence
               to
               Greece
               ,
            
             
               Duke
               Rayners
               heire
               of
               Aniow
               ,
               King
               by
               stile
            
             
               Of
               Naples
               ,
               Ierusalem
               ,
               and
               Sicil
               I
               le
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ere
               I
               could
               the
               grant
               of
               her
               attaine
               ,
            
             
               All
               that
               our
               King
               had
               of
               her
               fathers
               lands
               ,
            
             
               As
               Maunts
               the
               towne
               ,
               the
               countie
               whole
               of
               Maine
               ,
            
             
               And
               most
               of
               Aniow
               duchie
               in
               our
               hands
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               release
               him
               by
               assured
               bands
               .
            
             
               And
               as
               for
               do
               wire
               with
               her
               none
               I
               sought
               ,
            
             
               I
               thought
               no
               peace
               could
               be
               too
               deerely
               bought
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               when
               this
               mariage
               throwly
               was
               agreed
            
             
               Although
               my
               King
               was
               glad
               of
               such
               a
               make
               ,
            
             
               His
               vncle
               Humfrey
               hated
               it
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Because
               thereby
               his
               precontract
               he
               brake
               ,
            
             
               Made
               with
               the
               heire
               of
               the
               Earle
               of
               Arminacke
               ,
            
             
               A
               noble
               maid
               with
               store
               of
               goods
               endowed
               ,
            
             
               Which
               more
               then
               this
               with
               losse
               the
               Duke
               allowed
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               loue
               and
               beautie
               in
               the
               King
               so
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               That
               neither
               gaine
               or
               promise
               he
               regarded
               ,
            
             
               But
               set
               his
               vncles
               counsell
               still
               at
               nought
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               paines
               I
               highly
               was
               awarded
               .
            
             
               Thus
               vertue
               starues
               ,
               but
               lustfood
               must
               be
               larded
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               made
               Marquesse
               went
               to
               France
               againe
               ,
            
             
               And
               brought
               this
               bride
               vnto
               my
               Soueraigne
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               home
               because
               Duke
               Humfrey
               aye
               repined
               ,
            
             
               Calling
               their
               match
               aduoutrie
               (
               as
               it
               was
               )
            
             
               The
               Queene
               did
               moue
               me
               ,
               erst
               thereto
               enclined
               ,
            
             
               To
               helpe
               to
               bring
               him
               to
               his
               Requiem
               masse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               sith
               it
               could
               for
               no
               crime
               come
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               His
               life
               and
               doings
               were
               so
               right
               and
               clere
               ,
            
             
               Through
               priuy
               murder
               we
               brought
               him
               to
               his
               bere
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               righteousnesse
               brought
               Humfrey
               to
               rebuke
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               would
               no
               wickednesse
               allow
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               my
               doings
               I
               was
               made
               a
               Duke
               .
            
             
               So
               Fortune
               can
               both
               bend
               and
               smooth
               her
               brow
            
             
               On
               whom
               she
               list
               ,
               not
               passing
               why
               or
               how
               .
            
             
               O
               Lord
               how
               high
               ,
               how
               soone
               she
               did
               me
               raise
               ,
            
             
               How
               fast
               she
               fill'd
               me
               both
               with
               prayes
               and
               praise
               !
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lords
               and
               Commons
               both
               of
               like
               assent
               ,
            
             
               Besought
               my
               soueraigne
               kneeling
               on
               their
               knees
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               record
               my
               deeds
               in
               the
               Parlament
               ,
            
             
               As
               deeds
               deseruing
               euerlasting
               fees
               .
            
             
               In
               which
               attempt
               they
               did
               no
               labour
               leese
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               set
               not
               my
               praise
               so
               fast
               in
               flame
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               was
               readie
               to
               reward
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               note
               the
               end
               :
               my
               deeds
               so
               worthie
               deemed
            
             
               Of
               King
               ,
               of
               Lords
               ,
               and
               Commons
               all
               together
               ,
            
             
               Were
               shortly
               after
               treasons
               false
               esteemed
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               men
               curst
               Queene
               Margets
               comming
               lither
               :
            
             
               For
               Charles
               the
               French
               King
               in
               his
               feats
               not
               lither
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               had
               rendred
               Rayner
               ,
               Maunts
               ,
               and
               Maine
               ,
            
             
               Found
               meane
               to
               win
               all
               Normandie
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               made
               the
               people
               curse
               the
               mariage
               ,
            
             
               Esteeming
               it
               the
               cause
               of
               euery
               losse
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               at
               me
               with
               open
               mouth
               they
               rage
               ,
            
             
               Affirming
               me
               t'
               haue
               brought
               the
               Realme
               to
               mosse
               :
            
             
               When
               King
               and
               Queene
               saw
               things
               thus
               go
               acrosse
               ,
            
             
               To
               quiet
               all
               a
               Parlament
               they
               called
               ,
            
             
               And
               caused
               me
               in
               prison
               to
               be
               thralled
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               shortly
               after
               brought
               me
               forth
               abrode
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               the
               Commons
               more
               then
               double
               wood
               :
            
             
               And
               some
               with
               weapons
               would
               haue
               laid
               on
               lode
               ,
            
             
               If
               their
               grand
               Captaine
               Blewberd
               in
               his
               mood
            
             
               Had
               not
               in
               time
               with
               wisdome
               been
               withstood
               :
            
             
               But
               though
               that
               he
               and
               more
               were
               executed
               ,
            
             
               The
               people
               still
               their
               worst
               against
               me
               bruted
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               so
               applied
               the
               Parliament
               with
               billes
               ,
            
             
               Of
               hainous
               wrongs
               and
               open
               traiterous
               crimes
               ,
            
             
               That
               King
               and
               Queene
               were
               forst
               against
               their
               willes
               ,
            
             
               From
               place
               to
               place
               t'adiourne
               it
               diuers
               times
               .
            
             
               For
               Princes
               power
               is
               like
               the
               sandie
               slimes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               must
               perforce
               giue
               place
               vnto
               the
               waue
               ,
            
             
               Or
               sue
               the
               windie
               sourges
               when
               they
               raue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Their
               life
               was
               not
               more
               deare
               to
               them
               then
               I
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               them
               search
               all
               shifts
               to
               saue
               me
               still
               ,
            
             
               But
               aye
               my
               foes
               such
               faults
               did
               on
               me
               trie
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               preserue
               me
               from
               a
               worser
               ill
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               was
               faine
               full
               sore
               against
               his
               will
               ,
            
             
               For
               fiue
               yeares
               space
               to
               send
               me
               in
               exile
               ,
            
             
               In
               hope
               to
               haue
               restor'd
               me
               in
               a
               while
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               marke
               how
               vengeance
               waiteth
               vpon
               vice
               ,
            
             
               To
               shun
               this
               storme
               ,
               in
               sayling
               towards
               France
               ,
            
             
               A
               Pirats
               Barke
               ,
               that
               was
               of
               little
               price
               ,
            
             
               Encountred
               me
               vpon
               the
               feas
               by
               chance
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Captaine
               there
               tooke
               me
               as
               in
               a
               trance
               ,
            
             
               Let
               passe
               my
               ships
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               frait
               and
               load
               ,
            
             
               And
               led
               me
               backe
               againe
               to
               Douer
               road
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               vnto
               me
               recounting
               all
               my
               faults
               ,
            
             
               As
               murthering
               of
               Duke
               Humfrey
               in
               his
               bed
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               I
               had
               brought
               all
               the
               Realme
               to
               naughts
               ,
            
             
               Causing
               the
               King
               vnlawfully
               to
               wed
               ,
            
             
               There
               was
               no
               grace
               but
               I
               must
               lose
               my
               head
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               he
               made
               me
               shriue
               me
               in
               his
               bote
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               the
               brinke
               my
               necke
               in
               two
               he
               smote
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               was
               mine
               end
               :
               which
               was
               by
               reason
               due
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               and
               such
               as
               others
               deaths
               procure
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               be
               bold
               to
               write
               ,
               for
               it
               is
               true
               ,
            
             
               That
               whoso
               doth
               such
               practise
               put
               in
               vre
               ,
            
             
               Of
               due
               reward
               at
               last
               shall
               be
               most
               sure
               ,
            
             
               For
               God
               is
               iust
               ,
               whose
               stroke
               delayed
               long
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               light
               at
               last
               with
               paine
               more
               sharpe
               and
               strong
               .
            
          
           
             W.
             Baldwine
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             IACK
             CADE
             NAMING
             HIMSELFE
             MORTIMER
             ,
             TRAYTEROVSLY
             rebelling
             against
             his
             King
             ,
             in
             Iune
             ,
             Anno
             1450.
             was
             for
             his
             treasons
             and
             cruell
             doings
             
               worthilie
               punished
            
             .
          
           
             
               SHall
               I
               it
               Fortune
               call
               ,
               or
               my
               froward
               folly
               ,
            
             
               That
               rais'd
               me
               vp
               and
               laid
               me
               downe
               below
               ?
            
             
               Or
               was
               it
               courage
               that
               made
               me
               so
               iolly
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               the
               starres
               and
               bodies
               greement
               grow
               ?
            
             
               What
               ere
               it
               were
               this
               one
               point
               sure
               I
               know
               ,
            
             
               Which
               shall
               be
               meete
               for
               euery
               man
               to
               marke
               :
            
             
               Our
               lust
               and
               willes
               our
               euils
               chiefely
               warke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               It
               may
               be
               well
               that
               Planets
               doe
               encline
               ,
            
             
               And
               our
               complexions
               moue
               our
               mindes
               to
               ill
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               is
               reason
               ,
               that
               they
               bring
               to
               fine
            
             
               No
               worke
               vnayded
               of
               our
               lust
               and
               will
               :
            
             
               For
               heauen
               and
               earth
               are
               subiect
               both
               to
               skill
               .
            
             
               The
               will
               of
               God
               rul'th
               all
               it
               is
               so
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Man
               may
               by
               skill
               guide
               things
               that
               to
               him
               long
               .
            
          
           
             
               Though
               lust
               be
               stout
               ,
               and
               will
               enclin'd
               to
               nought
               ,
            
             
               This
               forst
               by
               mixture
               ,
               that
               by
               heauens
               course
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               through
               the
               grace
               God
               hath
               in
               reason
               rought
            
             
               And
               giuen
               man
               ,
               no
               lust
               nor
               will
               to
               course
               ,
            
             
               But
               may
               be
               staied
               or
               swaged
               of
               the
               sourse
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               it
               shall
               in
               nothing
               force
               the
               minde
            
             
               To
               worke
               our
               woe
               ,
               or
               leaue
               the
               proper
               kind
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               though
               this
               grace
               be
               giuen
               to
               some
               man
            
             
               To
               rule
               the
               will
               ,
               and
               keepe
               the
               mind
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               few
               there
               be'mongst
               men
               that
               vse
               it
               can
               ,
            
             
               These
               worldly
               pleasures
               tickle
               vs
               so
               oft
               :
            
             
               The
               spirit
               weake
               ,
               and
               will
               strong
               ,
               flesh
               is
               soft
               ,
            
             
               And
               yeeldes
               it selfe
               to
               pleasure
               that
               it
               loueth
               ,
            
             
               And
               hales
               the
               mind
               to
               that
               it
               most
               reproueth
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               if
               this
               hap
               whereby
               we
               yeeld
               our
               mind
            
             
               To
               lust
               and
               will
               ,
               be
               Fortune
               as
               we
               name
               her
               ,
            
             
               Then
               is
               she
               iustly
               called
               false
               and
               blind
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               reproch
               can
               be
               too
               much
               to
               blame
               her
               :
            
             
               Yet
               is
               the
               shame
               our
               owne
               when
               so
               we
               shame
               her
               ,
            
             
               For
               sure
               this
               hap
               if
               it
               be
               rightly
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               Comes
               of
               our selues
               ,
               and
               so
               the
               blame
               our
               owne
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               whoso
               liueth
               in
               the
               schoole
               of
               skill
               ,
            
             
               And
               medleth
               not
               with
               any
               worlds
               affaires
               ,
            
             
               Forsaketh
               pomps
               and
               honors
               ,
               that
               doe
               spill
            
             
               The
               minds
               recourse
               to
               Graces
               quiet
               staires
               ,
            
             
               His
               state
               no
               Fortune
               by
               no
               meane
               appaires
               :
            
             
               For
               Fortune
               is
               the
               only
               foe
               of
               those
            
             
               Which
               to
               the
               world
               their
               wretched
               willes
               dispose
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Among
               which
               fooles
               (
               marke
               Baldwine
               )
               I
               am
               one
               ,
            
             
               That
               would
               not
               stay
               my selfe
               in
               mine
               estate
               :
            
             
               I
               thought
               to
               rule
               but
               to
               obay
               to
               none
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               fell
               I
               with
               my
               King
               at
               bate
               .
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               end
               I
               might
               him
               better
               mate
               ,
            
             
               
                 Iohn
                 Mortimer
              
               I
               caus'd
               my selfe
               be
               called
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               kingly
               bloud
               the
               Henries
               nigh
               had
               thrall'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               shift
               I
               vs'd
               the
               people
               to
               perswade
            
             
               To
               leaue
               their
               Prince
               ,
               on
               my
               side
               more
               to
               sticke
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               indeed
               my
               fathers
               name
               was
               Cade
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               noble
               stocke
               was
               neuer
               worth
               a
               sticke
               ,
            
             
               But
               touching
               wit
               I
               was
               both
               ripe
               and
               quicke
               ,
            
             
               Had
               strength
               of
               limmes
               large
               stature
               ,
               comely
               face
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               men
               weene
               my
               linage
               were
               not
               base
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               seeing
               stoutnes
               stucke
               by
               men
               in
               Kent
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               valiant
               hearts
               refuse
               none
               enterprise
               ,
            
             
               With
               false
               perswasions
               straight
               to
               them
               I
               went
               ,
            
             
               And
               said
               they
               suffered
               too
               great
               iniuries
               :
            
             
               By
               meane
               whereof
               I
               caused
               them
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               battaile-wise
               to
               come
               to
               Blacke
               Heath
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               thence
               their
               griefes
               vnto
               the
               King
               complaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               being
               deafe
               (
               as
               men
               say
               )
               on
               that
               eare
               ,
            
             
               For
               we
               desired
               release
               of
               subsidies
               ,
            
             
               Refused
               roughly
               our
               requests
               to
               heare
               ,
            
             
               And
               came
               against
               vs
               as
               his
               enemies
               :
            
             
               But
               we
               to
               stay
               him
               sought
               out
               subtilties
               ,
            
             
               Remou'd
               our
               Campe
               ,
               and
               backe
               to
               Senock
               went
               ,
            
             
               After
               whom
               the
               Staffords
               with
               their
               power
               were
               sent
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               here
               how
               Fortune
               setting
               vs
               a
               flote
               ,
            
             
               Brought
               to
               our
               nets
               a
               portion
               of
               our
               pray
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               the
               Staffords
               with
               their
               army
               hote
               ,
            
             
               Assailed
               vs
               at
               Senocke
               where
               we
               lay
               :
            
             
               From
               whence
               aliue
               they
               parted
               not
               away
               .
            
             
               Which
               when
               the
               Kings
               retinue
               vnderstood
               ,
            
             
               They
               all
               affirm'd
               my
               quarell
               to
               be
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Which
               caus'd
               the
               King
               and
               Queene
               whom
               all
               did
               hate
               ,
            
             
               To
               raise
               their
               campe
               ,
               and
               suddenly
               depart
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               they
               might
               the
               peoples
               grudge
               abate
               ,
            
             
               T'
               imprison
               some
               full
               sore
               against
               their
               hart
               .
            
             
               Lord
               Saye
               was
               one
               ,
               whom
               I
               made
               after
               smart
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               the
               Staffords
               and
               their
               host
               was
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               To
               Black-heath
               field
               I
               marched
               backe
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               where
               the
               King
               would
               nothing
               heare
               before
               ,
            
             
               Now
               was
               he
               glad
               to
               send
               to
               know
               my
               mind
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               thereby
               enflamed
               much
               the
               more
               ,
            
             
               Refus'd
               his
               grants
               ,
               so
               folly
               made
               me
               blind
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               he
               flew
               and
               left
               Lord
               Scales
               behind
               ,
            
             
               To
               helpe
               the
               Towne
               and
               strenghten
               London
               Tower
               ,
            
             
               Towards
               which
               I
               marched
               forward
               with
               my
               power
               :
            
          
           
             
               And
               found
               there
               all
               things
               at
               mine
               owne
               desire
               :
            
             
               I
               entred
               London
               ,
               did
               there
               what
               I
               list
               .
            
             
               The
               Treasurer
               ,
               Lord
               Saye
               ,
               I
               did
               conspire
            
             
               To
               haue
               condemned
               :
               whereof
               when
               I
               mist
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               he
               by
               law
               my
               malice
               did
               resist
               )
            
             
               By
               force
               I
               tooke
               him
               in
               Guildhall
               from
               th'
               heape
               ,
            
             
               And
               headed
               him
               before
               the
               crosse
               in
               Cheape
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               sonne
               in
               law
               
                 Iames
                 Cromer
              
               Shrief
               of
               Kent
            
             
               I
               caught
               at
               Mile-end
               where
               as
               then
               he
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Beheaded
               him
               and
               on
               a
               pole
               I
               sent
            
             
               His
               head
               to
               London
               where
               his
               fathers
               lay
               .
            
             
               With
               these
               two
               heads
               I
               made
               a
               prety
               play
               ,
            
             
               For
               pight
               on
               poles
               I
               bare
               them
               through
               the
               street
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               sport
               made
               ech
               kisse
               other
               sweet
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               brake
               I
               prisons
               ,
               let
               forth
               whom
               I
               wold
               ,
            
             
               And
               vs'd
               the
               City
               as
               it
               had
               been
               mine
               :
            
             
               Tooke
               from
               the
               Merchants
               money
               ,
               ware
               and
               gold
            
             
               From
               some
               by
               force
               ,
               from
               other
               some
               by
               fine
               .
            
             
               This
               at
               the
               length
               did
               cause
               them
               to
               repine
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               Lord
               Scales
               consenting
               with
               the
               Maire
               ,
            
             
               For
               bad
               vs
               to
               their
               City
               to
               repaire
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               all
               this
               while
               mine
               host
               in
               Southwarke
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Who
               when
               they
               knew
               our
               passage
               was
               denied
               ,
            
             
               Came
               boldly
               to
               the
               bridge
               and
               made
               a
               fray
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               we
               would
               ,
               the
               townesmen
               vs
               defied
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               with
               strokes
               we
               had
               the
               matter
               tried
               ,
            
             
               We
               wan
               the
               bridge
               and
               set
               much
               part
               on
               fire
               ,
            
             
               This
               done
               to
               Southwarke
               backe
               we
               did
               retire
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               morow
               after
               came
               the
               Chancellour
               ,
            
             
               With
               generall
               pardon
               for
               my
               men
               ,
               halfe
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Which
               heard
               and
               read
               ,
               the
               rest
               within
               an
               houre
               ,
            
             
               Shranke
               all
               away
               each
               man
               to
               shift
               for
               one
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               I
               saw
               they
               left
               me
               post
               alone
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               disguise
               me
               like
               a
               Knight
               of
               the
               post
               ,
            
             
               And
               into
               Sussex
               ,
               rode
               all
               hope
               was
               lost
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               there
               I
               lurked
               till
               that
               cursed
               coyne
               ,
            
             
               That
               restlesse
               begle
               sought
               and
               found
               me
               out
               ,
            
             
               For
               straight
               the
               King
               by
               promise
               did
               enioyne
            
             
               A
               thousand
               marke
               to
               whomsoeuer
               mought
            
             
               Apprend
               my
               corps
               ,
               which
               made
               them
               seeke
               about
               :
            
             
               Among
               the
               which
               one
               
                 Alexander
                 Iden
              
            
             
               Found
               out
               the
               hole
               ,
               wherein
               the
               Foxe
               was
               hidden
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ere
               I
               fell
               ,
               I
               put
               him
               to
               his
               trumps
               ,
            
             
               For
               yeeld
               I
               would
               not
               while
               my
               hands
               would
               hold
               ,
            
             
               But
               hope
               of
               money
               made
               him
               stir
               his
               stumps
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               assault
               me
               valiantly
               and
               bold
               .
            
             
               Two
               houres
               and
               more
               our
               combat
               was
               not
               cold
               ,
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               last
               he
               lent
               me
               such
               a
               stroke
               ,
            
             
               That
               downe
               I
               fell
               and
               neuer
               after
               spoke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               was
               my
               carcase
               caried
               like
               a
               hog
               ,
            
             
               To
               Southwarke
               borow
               where
               it
               lay
               a
               night
               ,
            
             
               The
               next
               day
               drawne
               to
               Newgate
               like
               a
               dog
               ,
            
             
               All
               men
               reioycing
               at
               the
               rufull
               sight
               :
            
             
               Then
               were
               on
               poles
               my
               perboil'd
               quarters
               pight
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               aloft
               for
               vermine
               to
               deuour
               ,
            
             
               Meete
               graue
               for
               rebels
               that
               resist
               the
               power
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Full
               little
               know
               we
               wretches
               what
               we
               do
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               presume
               our
               Princes
               to
               resist
               .
            
             
               We
               warre
               with
               God
               ,
               against
               his
               glorie
               to
               ,
            
             
               That
               placeth
               in
               his
               office
               whom
               he
               list
               :
            
             
               Therefore
               was
               neuer
               traytour
               yet
               but
               mist
            
             
               The
               marke
               he
               shot
               ,
               and
               came
               to
               shamefull
               end
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               neuer
               shall
               till
               God
               be
               forst
               to
               bend
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               hath
               ordain'd
               the
               power
               ,
               all
               Princes
               be
            
             
               His
               Lieutenants
               or
               deputies
               in
               Realmes
               ,
            
             
               Against
               their
               foes
               therefore
               fighteth
               he
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               his
               enmies
               driues
               them
               to
               extreames
               ,
            
             
               Their
               wise
               deuices
               proue
               but
               doltish
               dreames
               .
            
             
               No
               subiect
               ought
               for
               any
               kind
               of
               cause
            
             
               To
               force
               the
               Prince
               ,
               but
               yeeld
               him
               to
               the
               lawes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               O
               Baldwine
               warne
               men
               follow
               reason
               ,
            
             
               Subdue
               their
               willes
               ,
               and
               be
               not
               Fortunes
               slaues
               ,
            
             
               A
               shamefull
               end
               doth
               euer
               follow
               treason
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               trust
               in
               rebels
               ,
               rascall
               knaues
               ,
            
             
               In
               Fortune
               lesse
               ,
               which
               worketh
               as
               the
               waues
               :
            
             
               From
               whose
               assaults
               who
               listeth
               to
               stand
               free
            
             
               Must
               follow
               skill
               ,
               and
               so
               contented
               bee
               .
            
          
           
             W.
             Baldwine
             .
          
        
         
           
             THE
             TRAGEDIE
             OF
             EDMVND
             DVKE
             OF
             SOMMERSET
             ,
             SLAINE
             IN
             THE
             FIRST
             battaile
             at
             Saint
             Albanes
             ,
             the
             23.
             day
             of
             May
             ,
             in
             the
             32.
             yeare
             of
             Henrie
             the
             sixt
             ,
             
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1454.
             
          
           
             
               SOme
               I
               suppose
               are
               borne
               vnfortunate
               ,
            
             
               Else
               good
               endeuours
               could
               not
               ill
               succeed
               ,
            
             
               What
               shall
               I
               call
               it
               ?
               ill
               fortune
               or
               fate
               ,
            
             
               That
               some
               mens
               attempts
               haue
               neuer
               good
               speed
               ,
            
             
               Their
               trauell
               thanklesse
               ,
               all
               bootlesse
               their
               heed
               ,
            
             
               Where
               other
               vnlike
               in
               working
               or
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Out
               wrestle
               the
               world
               ,
               and
               weald
               it
               at
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               Of
               the
               first
               number
               I
               count
               my selfe
               one
               ,
            
             
               To
               all
               mishap
               I
               weene
               predestinate
               ,
            
             
               Beleeue
               me
               Baldwine
               there
               be
               few
               or
               none
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               Fortune
               was
               euer
               more
               ingrate
               .
            
             
               Make
               thou
               therefore
               my
               life
               a
               caueate
               ,
            
             
               That
               whose
               with
               force
               will
               worke
               against
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Saileth
               (
               as
               who
               saith
               )
               against
               the
               streame
               and
               winde
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               of
               Sommerset
               Duke
               Edmund
               hight
               ,
            
             
               Extract
               by
               descent
               from
               Lancaster
               line
               ,
            
             
               Were
               it
               by
               follie
               ,
               or
               Fortunes
               despite
               ,
            
             
               Or
               by
               ill
               aspect
               of
               some
               crooked
               signe
               ,
            
             
               Of
               mine
               attempts
               could
               neuer
               see
               good
               fine
               :
            
             
               What
               so
               I
               began
               did
               seldome
               well
               end
               :
            
             
               God
               from
               such
               Fortune
               all
               good
               men
               defend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               I
               thought
               to
               saue
               ,
               most
               part
               I
               did
               spill
               ,
            
             
               For
               good
               hap
               with
               me
               was
               alway
               at
               warre
               .
            
             
               The
               linage
               of
               Yorke
               whom
               I
               bare
               so
               ill
               ,
            
             
               By
               my
               spite
               became
               bright
               as
               the
               morning
               star
               .
            
             
               Thus
               some
               whiles
               men
               make
               when
               faine
               they
               would
               mar
               ,
            
             
               The
               more
               ye
               lop
               trees
               ,
               the
               greater
               they
               grow
               ,
            
             
               The
               more
               ye
               stop
               streames
               ,
               the
               higher
               they
               flow
               .
            
          
           
             
               Maugre
               my
               spite
               ,
               his
               same
               grew
               the
               more
               ,
            
             
               And
               mine
               ,
               as
               the
               Moone
               in
               the
               wane
               ,
               waxt
               lesse
               :
            
             
               For
               hauing
               the
               place
               which
               he
               had
               before
               ,
            
             
               Gouernour
               of
               France
               ,
               needs
               I
               must
               confesse
               ,
            
             
               That
               lost
               was
               Normandie
               without
               redresse
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               wrought
               I
               alwaies
               that
               wit
               might
               contriue
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               doth
               it
               boote
               with
               the
               streame
               to
               striue
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Borne
               was
               I
               neither
               to
               warre
               ne
               to
               peace
               ,
            
             
               For
               Mars
               was
               maligne
               to
               all
               my
               whole
               trade
               :
            
             
               My
               birth
               I
               beleeue
               was
               in
               Ioues
               decrease
               ,
            
             
               When
               Cancer
               in
               his
               course
               being
               retrograde
               ,
            
             
               Declined
               from
               Sol
               to
               Saturnus
               shade
               ,
            
             
               Where
               aspects
               were
               good
               ,
               opposites
               did
               marre
               ,
            
             
               So
               grew
               mine
               vnhap
               both
               in
               peace
               and
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               strange
               natiuitie
               in
               calculation
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               my
               liues
               course
               did
               after
               well
               declare
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               in
               briefe
               to
               make
               relation
               ,
            
             
               That
               other
               by
               me
               may
               learne
               to
               beware
               ,
            
             
               Ouerlight
               credence
               was
               cause
               of
               my
               care
               ,
            
             
               And
               want
               of
               foresight
               in
               giuing
               assent
            
             
               To
               condemne
               Humfrey
               that
               Duke
               innocent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Humfrey
               I
               meane
               that
               was
               the
               Protectour
               ,
            
             
               Duke
               of
               Glocester
               of
               the
               royall
               blood
               ,
            
             
               So
               long
               as
               he
               was
               Englands
               directour
               ,
            
             
               King
               Henries
               title
               to
               the
               Crowne
               was
               good
               .
            
             
               This
               Prince
               as
               a
               piller
               most
               stedfastly
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Or
               like
               a
               prop
               set
               vnder
               a
               vine
               ,
            
             
               In
               state
               to
               vphold
               all
               Lancasters
               line
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               heedlesse
               trust
               ,
               vnware
               of
               harme
               to
               come
               ,
            
             
               O
               malice
               headlong
               swift
               to
               serue
               fond
               will
               ,
            
             
               Did
               euer
               madnesse
               man
               so
               much
               benome
            
             
               Of
               prudent
               forecast
               ,
               reason
               ,
               wit
               ,
               and
               skill
               ,
            
             
               As
               me
               blind
               Bayard
               consenting
               to
               spill
            
             
               The
               blood
               of
               my
               cosin
               ,
               my
               refuge
               and
               stay
               ,
            
             
               To
               my
               destruction
               making
               open
               way
               ?
            
          
           
             
               So
               long
               as
               the
               Duke
               bare
               the
               stroke
               and
               sway
               ,
            
             
               So
               long
               no
               Rebels
               quarels
               durst
               begin
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               the
               post
               was
               pulled
               once
               away
               ,
            
             
               Which
               stood
               to
               vphold
               the
               King
               and
               his
               kin
               ,
            
             
               Yorke
               and
               his
               banders
               proudly
               preased
               in
            
             
               To
               challenge
               the
               Crowne
               by
               title
               of
               right
               ,
            
             
               Beginning
               with
               law
               and
               ending
               with
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
               Abroad
               went
               bruits
               in
               countrey
               and
               towne
            
             
               That
               Yorke
               of
               England
               was
               the
               heire
               true
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               Henrie
               had
               vsurped
               the
               Crowne
            
             
               Against
               all
               right
               ,
               which
               all
               the
               Realme
               might
               rue
               .
            
             
               The
               people
               then
               embracing
               titles
               new
               ,
            
             
               Irkesome
               of
               present
               and
               longing
               for
               change
               ,
            
             
               Assented
               soone
               because
               they
               loue
               to
               range
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               True
               is
               the
               text
               which
               wee
               in
               scripture
               read
               ,
            
             
               
                 Va
                 terra
                 illi
                 ,
                 cuius
                 rex
                 est
                 puer
                 ,
              
            
             
               Woe
               to
               that
               land
               whereof
               a
               child
               is
               head
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               child
               or
               childish
               ,
               the
               case
               is
               one
               sure
               :
            
             
               Where
               Kings
               bee
               yong
               ,
               we
               dayly
               see
               in
               vre
               ,
            
             
               The
               people
               awlesse
               ,
               by
               weakenes
               of
               their
               head
               ,
            
             
               Leade
               their
               liues
               lawlesse
               ,
               hauing
               none
               to
               dread
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               no
               lesse
               true
               is
               this
               text
               againe
               ,
            
             
               
                 Beata
                 terra
                 cuius
                 rex
                 est
                 nobilis
                 ,
              
            
             
               Blest
               is
               the
               land
               where
               a
               stout
               King
               doth
               raine
               ,
            
             
               Where
               in
               good
               peace
               ech
               man
               possesseth
               his
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ill
               men
               feare
               to
               fault
               or
               do
               amisse
               ,
            
             
               Where
               a
               stout
               Prince
               is
               prest
               ,
               with
               sword
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               At
               home
               and
               abroad
               his
               enemies
               to
               withstand
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               case
               King
               Henry
               had
               beene
               such
               a
               one
               ,
            
             
               Hardy
               and
               stout
               as
               his
               fathers
               afore
               ,
            
             
               Long
               mought
               he
               haue
               sate
               in
               the
               royall
               throne
               ,
            
             
               Without
               any
               feare
               of
               common
               vprore
               .
            
             
               But
               dayly
               his
               weakenesse
               shewed
               more
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               Which
               boldnesse
               gaue
               to
               the
               aduersary
               band
               ,
            
             
               To
               spoile
               him
               at
               last
               both
               of
               life
               and
               land
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               humble
               heart
               was
               nothing
               vnknowen
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               gallants
               of
               Yorke
               and
               their
               retinue
               :
            
             
               A
               ground
               lying
               low
               is
               soone
               ouerflowen
               ,
            
             
               And
               shored
               houses
               cannot
               long
               continue
               :
            
             
               Ioints
               cannot
               knit
               where
               as
               is
               no
               sinew
               .
            
             
               And
               so
               a
               Prince
               ,
               not
               dread
               as
               well
               as
               loued
               ,
            
             
               Is
               from
               his
               place
               by
               practise
               soone
               remoued
               .
            
          
           
             
               Well
               mought
               I
               see
               ,
               had
               I
               not
               wanted
               braine
               ,
            
             
               The
               worke
               begun
               to
               vndermine
               the
               state
               ,
            
             
               When
               the
               chiefe
               linke
               was
               loosed
               from
               the
               chaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               some
               durst
               vpon
               bloud
               royall
               grate
               .
            
             
               How
               tickle
               a
               hold
               had
               I
               of
               mine
               estate
               ?
            
             
               When
               the
               chiefe
               post
               lay
               flat
               vpon
               the
               flore
               ,
            
             
               Mought
               not
               I
               thinke
               my
               staffe
               then
               next
               the
               dore
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               So
               mought
               I
               also
               dame
               Margaret
               the
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               By
               meane
               of
               whom
               this
               mischiefe
               first
               began
               ,
            
             
               Did
               she
               (
               trow
               ye
               )
               her selfe
               not
               ouer
               weene
            
             
               Death
               to
               procure
               to
               that
               most
               worthy
               man
               ?
            
             
               Which
               she
               and
               hers
               afterward
               mought
               well
               ban
               ,
            
             
               On
               whom
               did
               hang
               (
               as
               I
               before
               haue
               said
               )
            
             
               Her
               husbands
               life
               ,
               his
               honour
               and
               his
               ayd
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               whilst
               he
               liued
               which
               was
               our
               stable
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Yorke
               and
               his
               impes
               were
               kept
               as
               vnder
               yoke
               ,
            
             
               But
               when
               the
               Piller
               remoued
               was
               away
               ,
            
             
               Then
               burst
               out
               flame
               ,
               that
               late
               before
               was
               smoke
               ,
            
             
               The
               traytour
               couert
               then
               cast
               off
               his
               cloke
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               his
               den
               came
               forth
               in
               open
               light
               ,
            
             
               With
               titles
               blind
               which
               he
               set
               forth
               for
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               this
               to
               bring
               about
               ,
               him
               first
               behoued
            
             
               The
               King
               and
               his
               kin
               asunder
               for
               to
               set
               :
            
             
               Who
               being
               perforce
               or
               practise
               remoued
               ,
            
             
               Then
               had
               they
               avoided
               the
               principall
               let
               ,
            
             
               Which
               kept
               the
               sought
               pray
               so
               long
               from
               the
               net
               :
            
             
               The
               next
               point
               after
               ,
               was
               ,
               themselues
               to
               place
            
             
               In
               rule
               aboue
               the
               rest
               ,
               next
               vnto
               his
               Grace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Therefore
               was
               I
               first
               whom
               they
               put
               out
               of
               place
               ,
            
             
               No
               cause
               pretending
               but
               the
               common-weale
               ,
            
             
               The
               Crowne
               of
               England
               was
               the
               very
               case
               ,
            
             
               Why
               to
               the
               Commons
               they
               burned
               so
               in
               zeale
               .
            
             
               My
               faults
               were
               clokes
               their
               practise
               to
               conceale
               ,
            
             
               In
               counsaile
               hearing
               consider
               the
               intent
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               pretence
               of
               truth
               treason
               oft
               is
               ment
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               their
               pretence
               was
               only
               to
               remoue
            
             
               Counsaile
               corrupt
               from
               place
               about
               the
               King.
            
             
               But
               O
               ye
               Princes
               ,
               you
               it
               doth
               behoue
            
             
               This
               case
               to
               construe
               as
               no
               fained
               thing
               ,
            
             
               That
               neuer
               traytour
               did
               subdue
               his
               King
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               his
               plat
               ,
               ere
               he
               could
               surder
               wade
               ,
            
             
               Against
               his
               friends
               the
               quarell
               first
               hee
               made
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               if
               by
               hap
               he
               could
               so
               bring
               about
               ,
            
             
               Them
               to
               subdue
               at
               his
               owne
               wish
               and
               will
               ,
            
             
               Then
               would
               hee
               wax
               so
               arrogant
               and
               stout
               ,
            
             
               That
               no
               reason
               his
               outrage
               might
               fulfill
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               proceed
               vpon
               his
               purpose
               still
            
             
               Til
               King
               and
               counsaile
               brought
               were
               in
               one
               case
               :
            
             
               Such
               is
               their
               folly
               to
               rebels
               to
               giue
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               for
               the
               fish
               casting
               forth
               a
               net
               ,
            
             
               The
               next
               point
               was
               in
               driuing
               out
               the
               plat
               ,
            
             
               Commons
               to
               cause
               in
               rage
               to
               fume
               and
               fret
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               rebell
               ,
               I
               cannot
               tell
               for
               what
               ,
            
             
               Requiring
               redresse
               of
               this
               and
               of
               that
               :
            
             
               Who
               if
               they
               speed
               ,
               the
               stander
               at
               receit
            
             
               Grasp
               will
               the
               pray
               ,
               for
               which
               he
               doth
               await
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               by
               surmise
               of
               some
               thing
               pretended
               ,
            
             
               Such
               to
               displace
               as
               they
               may
               well
               suspect
               ,
            
             
               Like
               to
               withstand
               their
               mischiefe
               intended
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               roomes
               their
               banders
               to
               elect
               ,
            
             
               The
               aduerse
               party
               proudly
               to
               reiect
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               with
               reports
               the
               simple
               to
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               these
               helps
               faile
               ,
               open
               force
               to
               vse
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               this
               Dukes
               traines
               were
               couert
               and
               not
               seene
               ,
            
             
               Which
               ment
               no
               lesse
               ,
               that
               he
               most
               pretended
               ,
            
             
               Like
               to
               a
               Serpent
               couert
               vnder
               greene
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               weale
               publique
               seemed
               wholly
               bended
               :
            
             
               Zealous
               hee
               was
               ,
               and
               would
               haue
               all
               things
               mended
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               that
               mendment
               nothing
               els
               he
               ment
            
             
               But
               to
               be
               King
               ,
               to
               that
               marke
               was
               his
               bent
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               had
               he
               beene
               plaine
               ,
               as
               he
               ment
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Henry
               to
               depose
               from
               the
               royall
               place
               ,
            
             
               His
               haste
               had
               been
               waste
               ,
               and
               much
               worse
               his
               speed
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               then
               standing
               in
               his
               peoples
               grace
               .
            
             
               This
               Duke
               therefore
               set
               forth
               a
               goodly
               face
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               that
               ment
               no
               quarell
               for
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               Such
               as
               bare
               rule
               he
               only
               would
               put
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               all
               for
               nought
               so
               long
               as
               I
               bare
               stroke
            
             
               Serued
               these
               drifts
               ,
               and
               proued
               all
               vaine
               :
            
             
               The
               best
               help
               then
               was
               people
               to
               prouoke
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               commotion
               and
               vprores
               amaine
               :
            
             
               Which
               to
               appease
               the
               King
               himselfe
               was
               faine
               ,
            
             
               From
               Blacke
               Heath
               in
               Kent
               to
               send
               me
               to
               the
               Tower
               ,
            
             
               Such
               was
               the
               force
               of
               rebels
               in
               that
               hower
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               troublous
               storme
               yet
               therewith
               was
               not
               ceased
               ,
            
             
               For
               Yorke
               was
               bent
               his
               purpose
               to
               pursue
               ,
            
             
               Who
               seing
               how
               speedily
               I
               was
               released
               ,
            
             
               And
               ill
               successe
               of
               sufferance
               to
               ensue
               :
            
             
               Then
               like
               Iudas
               vnto
               his
               Lord
               vntrue
               ,
            
             
               Esteeming
               time
               lost
               any
               longer
               to
               defarre
               ,
            
             
               By
               Warwickes
               ayd
               proclaimed
               open
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               S.
               Albanes
               towne
               both
               our
               hostes
               did
               meete
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               try
               a
               field
               was
               no
               equall
               place
               ,
            
             
               Forst
               we
               were
               to
               fight
               in
               euery
               lane
               and
               streete
               ,
            
             
               No
               feare
               of
               foes
               could
               make
               me
               shun
               the
               place
               :
            
             
               There
               I
               and
               Warwicke
               fronted
               face
               to
               face
               ,
            
             
               At
               an
               Inne
               dore
               ,
               the
               Castle
               was
               the
               signe
               ,
            
             
               Where
               with
               a
               sword
               was
               cut
               my
               fatall
               line
               .
            
          
           
             
               Oft
               was
               I
               warned
               to
               come
               in
               Castle
               none
               ,
            
             
               Hauing
               no
               mistrust
               of
               any
               common
               signe
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               imagine
               a
               Castle
               built
               with
               stone
               ,
            
             
               For
               of
               no
               Inne
               I
               could
               the
               same
               diuine
               :
            
             
               In
               Prophets
               skill
               my
               wit
               was
               neuer
               fine
               ,
            
             
               A
               foole
               is
               he
               that
               such
               vaine
               dreames
               doth
               dred
               ,
            
             
               And
               more
               foole
               he
               that
               will
               by
               them
               be
               led
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               life
               I
               lost
               in
               that
               vnluckly
               place
               ,
            
             
               With
               many
               Lords
               that
               leaned
               to
               my
               part
               :
            
             
               The
               stout
               Earle
               Percy
               had
               no
               better
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Clyfford
               couragious
               could
               not
               shun
               the
               dart
               ,
            
             
               Buckingham
               heir
               was
               at
               this
               mortall
               mart
               ,
            
             
               Babthorp
               th'
               Atturney
               with
               his
               skill
               in
               law
               ,
            
             
               In
               pleading
               heere
               appeared
               very
               raw
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               King
               Henrie
               thus
               disarmed
               of
               his
               bands
               ,
            
             
               His
               friends
               and
               followers
               wanting
               assistence
               ,
            
             
               Was
               made
               a
               prey
               vnto
               his
               enemies
               hands
               ,
            
             
               Depriued
               of
               power
               and
               Princely
               reuerence
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               a
               pupill
               void
               of
               all
               experience
               ,
            
             
               Innocent
               plaine
               ,
               and
               simplie
               witted
               ,
            
             
               Was
               as
               a
               Lambe
               vnto
               the
               Wolfe
               committed
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Parliament
               then
               was
               called
               with
               speed
               ,
            
             
               A
               Parliament
               ?
               nay
               ,
               a
               plaine
               conspiracie
               ,
            
             
               When
               against
               right
               it
               was
               decreed
               ,
            
             
               That
               after
               the
               death
               of
               the
               sixt
               Henrie
               .
            
             
               Yorke
               should
               succeed
               vnto
               the
               regaltie
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               life
               the
               charge
               and
               protection
               ,
            
             
               Of
               King
               and
               Realme
               at
               the
               Dukes
               direction
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thus
               was
               Yorke
               declared
               Protectour
               ,
            
             
               Protectour
               said
               I
               ?
               nay
               ,
               Proditor
               plaine
               :
            
             
               A
               rancke
               rebell
               the
               Princes
               directour
               ,
            
             
               A
               vassall
               to
               leade
               his
               Lord
               and
               Soueraigne
               .
            
             
               What
               honest
               heart
               would
               not
               conceiue
               disdaine
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               foot
               surmount
               aboue
               the
               head
               ?
            
             
               A
               monster
               is
               in
               spite
               of
               nature
               bred
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               happily
               heere
               will
               moue
               a
               farther
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               for
               Yorkes
               part
               alledge
               an
               elder
               right
               :
            
             
               O
               brainelesse
               heads
               that
               so
               run
               in
               and
               out
               .
            
             
               When
               length
               of
               time
               a
               state
               hath
               firmely
               pight
               ,
            
             
               And
               good
               accord
               hath
               put
               all
               strife
               to
               flight
               ,
            
             
               Were
               it
               not
               better
               such
               titles
               still
               to
               sleepe
               ,
            
             
               Then
               all
               a
               Realme
               about
               the
               triall
               weepe
               ?
            
          
           
             
               From
               the
               female
               came
               Yorke
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               seed
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               of
               Lancaster
               from
               the
               heire
               male
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               three
               Kings
               in
               order
               did
               succeed
               ,
            
             
               By
               iust
               descent
               :
               this
               is
               no
               fained
               tale
               .
            
             
               Who
               would
               haue
               thought
               that
               any
               storme
               or
               gale
            
             
               Our
               ship
               could
               shake
               ,
               hauing
               such
               anker
               hold
               ?
            
             
               None
               I
               thinke
               sure
               ,
               vnlesse
               that
               God
               so
               would
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               After
               this
               hurle
               the
               King
               was
               faine
               to
               flee
            
             
               Northward
               in
               post
               ,
               for
               succour
               and
               releefe
               !
            
             
               O
               blessed
               God
               how
               strange
               it
               was
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               A
               rightfull
               Prince
               pursued
               as
               a
               theefe
               :
            
             
               To
               thee
               O
               England
               ,
               what
               can
               be
               more
               repreefe
               ?
            
             
               Then
               to
               pursue
               thy
               Prince
               with
               armed
               hand
               ,
            
             
               What
               greater
               shame
               may
               be
               to
               any
               land
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Traytours
               did
               triumph
               ,
               true
               men
               lay
               in
               dust
               ,
            
             
               Reuing
               and
               robbing
               roifled
               euery
               where
               ,
            
             
               VVill
               stood
               for
               skill
               ,
               and
               law
               obeyed
               lust
               ,
            
             
               Might
               trode
               downe
               right
               ,
               of
               King
               there
               was
               no
               feare
               ,
            
             
               The
               title
               was
               tried
               only
               by
               shield
               and
               speare
               .
            
             
               All
               which
               vnhaps
               that
               they
               were
               not
               foreseene
               ,
            
             
               Suffolke
               was
               in
               fault
               ,
               who
               ruled
               King
               and
               Queene
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               heere
               perhaps
               ,
               do
               looke
               I
               should
               accuse
            
             
               My selfe
               of
               sleight
               ,
               or
               subtiltie
               vniust
               ,
            
             
               VVherein
               I
               should
               my
               Princes
               eares
               abuse
            
             
               Against
               the
               Duke
               ,
               to
               bring
               him
               in
               mistrust
               :
            
             
               Some
               part
               whereof
               ,
               though
               needs
               confesse
               I
               must
               ,
            
             
               My
               fault
               only
               consisted
               in
               consent
               ,
            
             
               Leaning
               to
               my
               foes
               ,
               whereof
               I
               do
               repent
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               I
               at
               first
               when
               brands
               began
               to
               smoke
               ,
            
             
               The
               sparkes
               to
               quench
               by
               any
               way
               had
               sought
               ,
            
             
               Neuer
               had
               England
               felt
               this
               mortall
               stroke
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               now
               too
               late
               lamenting
               helpeth
               nought
               .
            
             
               Two
               points
               of
               wit
               ,
               too
               dearely
               haue
               I
               bought
               ,
            
             
               The
               first
               ,
               that
               better
               is
               timely
               to
               foresee
               ,
            
             
               Then
               after
               ouer
               late
               a
               counsellour
               to
               bee
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               second
               is
               ,
               not
               easily
               to
               assent
            
             
               To
               aduice
               giuen
               against
               thy
               faithfull
               friend
               ,
            
             
               But
               of
               the
               speaker
               ponder
               the
               intent
               ,
            
             
               The
               meaning
               full
               ,
               the
               point
               ,
               and
               finall
               end
               .
            
             
               A
               Saint
               in
               shew
               ,
               in
               proofe
               is
               found
               a
               Feend
               ,
            
             
               The
               subtill
               man
               the
               simple
               to
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               Much
               pleasant
               speech
               and
               eloquence
               doth
               vse
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               so
               was
               I
               abus'd
               and
               other
               moe
            
             
               By
               Suffolkes
               sleights
               ,
               who
               sought
               to
               please
               the
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               Forecasting
               not
               the
               miserie
               and
               woe
            
             
               VVhich
               therefore
               came
               ,
               and
               soone
               was
               after
               seene
               :
            
             
               VVith
               glosing
               tongue
               he
               made
               vs
               fooles
               to
               weene
               ,
            
             
               That
               Humfrey
               did
               to
               Englands
               Crowne
               aspire
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               to
               preuent
               ,
               his
               death
               they
               did
               conspire
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhat
               should
               I
               more
               of
               mine
               vnhaps
               declare
               ,
            
             
               VVhereof
               my
               death
               at
               last
               hath
               made
               an
               end
               ?
            
             
               Not
               I
               alone
               was
               void
               of
               all
               this
               care
               ,
            
             
               Some
               besides
               me
               there
               were
               that
               did
               offend
               .
            
             
               None
               I
               accuse
               ,
               nor
               yet
               my selfe
               defend
               ,
            
             
               Faults
               I
               know
               I
               had
               ,
               as
               none
               liues
               without
               ,
            
             
               My
               chiefe
               fault
               was
               folly
               ,
               I
               put
               thee
               out
               of
               doubt
               .
            
          
           
             
               Folly
               was
               the
               chiefe
               ,
               the
               naughtie
               time
               was
               next
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               made
               my
               Fortune
               subiect
               to
               the
               chiefe
               :
            
             
               If
               England
               then
               with
               strife
               had
               not
               been
               vext
               ,
            
             
               Glorie
               might
               haue
               growen
               whereas
               ensued
               griefe
               .
            
             
               Yet
               one
               thing
               is
               my
               comfort
               and
               reliefe
               ,
            
             
               Constant
               I
               was
               in
               my
               Princes
               quarrell
            
             
               To
               die
               or
               liue
               ,
               and
               spared
               for
               no
               parrell
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhat
               though
               Fortune
               enuious
               was
               my
               foe
               ?
            
             
               A
               noble
               heart
               ought
               not
               the
               sooner
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               shrinke
               abacke
               for
               any
               weale
               or
               woe
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               his
               Prince
               lie
               bleeding
               in
               the
               feeld
               :
            
             
               If
               priuie
               spight
               at
               any
               time
               me
               helde
               ,
            
             
               The
               price
               is
               paid
               :
               and
               grieuous
               is
               my
               guerdon
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               the
               rest
               me
               God
               (
               I
               trust
               )
               will
               pardon
               .
            
          
           
             G.
             Ferrers
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             RICHARD
             PLANTAGENET
             DVKE
             OF
             YORKE
             ,
             was
             slaine
             through
             his
             ouer
             rash
             boldnes
             ,
             and
             his
             sonne
             the
             Earle
             of
             Rutland
             ,
             for
             his
             lacke
             of
             
               valiance
               ,
               An.
               Dom.
            
             1460.
             
          
           
             
               TRust
               not
               in
               chance
               ,
               in
               whom
               was
               neuer
               trust
               ,
            
             
               Of
               foolish
               men
               that
               haue
               no
               better
               grace
               ,
            
             
               All
               rest
               ,
               renowne
               and
               deeds
               lie
               in
               the
               dust
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               sort
               that
               sue
               her
               slipper
               trace
               .
            
             
               What
               meanest
               thou
               Baldwine
               for
               to
               hide
               thy
               face
               ?
            
             
               Thou
               needest
               not
               feare
               although
               I
               misse
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               to
               mourne
               for
               this
               my
               sonne
               is
               dead
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               cause
               why
               thus
               I
               lead
               him
               in
               my
               hand
               ,
            
             
               His
               skin
               with
               blood
               and
               teares
               so
               sore
               bestain'd
               ,
            
             
               Is
               that
               thou
               maist
               the
               better
               vnderstand
               ,
            
             
               How
               hardly
               Fortune
               hath
               for
               vs
               ordain'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               whom
               her
               loue
               and
               hate
               be
               whole
               contain'd
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               am
               Richard
               Prince
               Plantagenet
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               in
               royall
               race
               beget
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               Lionel
               the
               third
               begotten
               sonne
            
             
               Of
               Kingly
               Edward
               by
               descent
               I
               came
            
             
               From
               Philip
               hight
               his
               heire
               we
               first
               begun
            
             
               The
               crowne
               as
               due
               to
               vs
               by
               right
               to
               clame
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               end
               we
               did
               obtaine
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               She
               was
               sole
               heire
               by
               due
               descent
               of
               line
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               her
               rights
               and
               titles
               all
               were
               mine
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               marke
               me
               now
               ,
               I
               pray
               thee
               Baldwine
               marke
               ,
            
             
               And
               see
               how
               force
               oft
               ouerbeareth
               right
               :
            
             
               Way
               how
               vsurpers
               tyrannously
               warke
               ,
            
             
               To
               keepe
               by
               murther
               that
               they
               get
               by
               might
               ,
            
             
               And
               note
               what
               troublous
               dangers
               do
               alight
            
             
               On
               such
               as
               seeke
               to
               repossesse
               their
               owne
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               through
               rigour
               ,
               right
               is
               ouerthrowne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Herford
               ,
               
                 Henrie
                 Bolenbroke
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               Duke
               Mowbray
               told
               thee
               now
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               When
               void
               of
               cause
               he
               had
               King
               Richard
               toke
               :
            
             
               He
               murdered
               him
               ,
               vsurped
               his
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Without
               all
               right
               or
               title
               ,
               sauing
               hate
            
             
               Of
               others
               rule
               ,
               or
               loue
               to
               rule
               alone
               :
            
             
               These
               two
               excepted
               ,
               title
               had
               he
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Realme
               and
               Crowne
               was
               
                 Edmund
                 Mortimers
              
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               father
               Roger
               was
               King
               Richards
               heire
               :
            
             
               Which
               caused
               Henrie
               and
               the
               Lancasters
            
             
               To
               seeke
               all
               shift
               our
               housholds
               to
               appaire
               ,
            
             
               For
               sure
               he
               was
               to
               sit
               beside
               the
               chaire
               ,
            
             
               Were
               we
               of
               power
               to
               claime
               our
               lawfull
               right
               ,
            
             
               Against
               vs
               therefore
               he
               did
               all
               he
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               cursed
               sonne
               ensued
               his
               cruell
               path
               ,
            
             
               And
               kept
               my
               guiltlesse
               cosin
               strait
               in
               durance
               :
            
             
               For
               whom
               my
               father
               hard
               entreated
               hath
               .
            
             
               But
               liuing
               hopelesse
               of
               his
               liues
               assurance
               ,
            
             
               He
               thought
               it
               best
               by
               politike
               procurance
               ,
            
             
               To
               slay
               the
               King
               ,
               and
               so
               restore
               his
               friend
               :
            
             
               Which
               brought
               himselfe
               to
               an
               infamous
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               King
               Henrie
               of
               that
               name
               the
               fift
               ,
            
             
               Had
               tane
               my
               father
               in
               his
               conspiracie
               ,
            
             
               He
               from
               Sir
               Edmund
               all
               the
               blame
               to
               shift
               ,
            
             
               Was
               faine
               to
               say
               the
               French
               King
               Charles
               his
               alley
            
             
               Had
               hired
               him
               this
               trayterous
               act
               to
               trie
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               condemned
               shortly
               he
               was
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               In
               helping
               right
               this
               was
               my
               fathers
               gaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               when
               the
               linage
               of
               the
               Mortimers
            
             
               Was
               made
               away
               by
               his
               vsurping
               line
               ,
            
             
               Some
               hang'd
               ,
               some
               slaine
               ,
               some
               pined
               prisoners
               ,
            
             
               Because
               the
               Crowne
               by
               right
               of
               law
               was
               mine
               ,
            
             
               They
               gan
               as
               fast
               against
               me
               to
               repine
               ,
            
             
               In
               feare
               alwaies
               lest
               I
               should
               stir
               some
               strife
               ,
            
             
               For
               guiltie
               hearts
               haue
               neuer
               quiet
               life
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               last
               in
               Henries
               dayes
               the
               sixt
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               restored
               to
               my
               fathers
               lands
               ,
            
             
               Made
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               :
               where
               through
               my
               mind
               I
               fixt
            
             
               To
               get
               the
               Crowne
               and
               Kingdome
               in
               my
               hands
               ,
            
             
               For
               aide
               wherein
               I
               knit
               assured
               bands
            
             
               With
               Neuils
               stocke
               ,
               whose
               daughter
               was
               my
               make
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               no
               woe
               would
               euer
               me
               forsake
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Lord
               what
               hap
               had
               I
               through
               mariage
               ,
            
             
               Foure
               goodly
               boyes
               in
               youth
               my
               wife
               she
               bore
               ,
            
             
               Right
               valiant
               men
               and
               prudent
               for
               their
               age
               ,
            
             
               Such
               brethren
               shee
               had
               and
               nephues
               in
               store
            
             
               As
               none
               had
               erst
               ,
               nor
               any
               shall
               haue
               more
               :
            
             
               The
               Earle
               of
               Salisbury
               ,
               and
               his
               sonne
               of
               Warwicke
               ,
            
             
               Were
               matchlesse
               men
               from
               Barbary
               to
               Barwicke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Through
               helpe
               of
               whom
               and
               Fortunes
               louely
               looke
               ,
            
             
               I
               vndertooke
               to
               claime
               my
               lawfull
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               abash
               such
               as
               against
               me
               tooke
               ,
            
             
               I
               raised
               power
               at
               all
               points
               prest
               to
               fight
               :
            
             
               Of
               whom
               the
               chiefe
               that
               chiefly
               bare
               me
               spight
               ,
            
             
               Was
               Sommerset
               the
               Duke
               ,
               whom
               to
               annoy
            
             
               I
               alway
               sought
               ,
               through
               spite
               ,
               spite
               to
               destroy
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               maugre
               him
               ,
               so
               choice
               lo
               was
               my
               chance
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               though
               the
               Queene
               that
               all
               rul'd
               tooke
               his
               part
               ,
            
             
               I
               twice
               bare
               rule
               in
               Normandy
               and
               France
               ,
            
             
               And
               last
               Lieutenant
               in
               Ireland
               ,
               where
               my
               hart
            
             
               Found
               remedy
               for
               euery
               kinde
               of
               smart
               .
            
             
               For
               through
               the
               loue
               my
               doings
               there
               did
               breed
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               their
               helpe
               at
               all
               times
               in
               my
               need
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               spitefull
               Duke
               ,
               his
               silly
               King
               and
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               With
               armed
               hosts
               I
               thrice
               met
               in
               the
               field
               ,
            
             
               The
               first
               vnsought
               through
               treaty
               made
               betweene
               ,
            
             
               The
               second
               ioind
               ,
               wherein
               the
               King
               did
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               was
               slaine
               ,
               the
               Queene
               enforst
               to
               shield
            
             
               Her selfe
               by
               flight
               .
               The
               third
               the
               Queene
               did
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Where
               I
               was
               slaine
               being
               ouer
               matcht
               by
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Before
               this
               last
               were
               other
               battailes
               three
               :
            
             
               The
               first
               the
               Earle
               of
               Salisbury
               led
               alone
               ,
            
             
               And
               fought
               on
               Bloreheath
               ,
               and
               got
               victory
               :
            
             
               In
               the
               next
               I
               with
               kinsfolke
               euery
               one
               .
            
             
               But
               seeing
               our
               souldiers
               stale
               vnto
               our
               fone
               ,
            
             
               We
               warely
               brake
               our
               company
               on
               a
               night
               ,
            
             
               Dissolu'd
               our
               host
               ,
               and
               tooke
               our selues
               to
               flight
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Boy
               and
               I
               in
               Ireland
               did
               vs
               saue
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               eldest
               sonne
               with
               Warwicke
               and
               his
               father
            
             
               To
               Calais
               got
               ,
               whence
               by
               the
               read
               I
               gaue
            
             
               They
               came
               againe
               to
               London
               ,
               and
               did
               gather
            
             
               An
               other
               host
               ,
               whereof
               I
               spake
               no
               rather
               :
            
             
               And
               met
               our
               foes
               ,
               flewe
               many
               a
               Lord
               and
               Knight
               ,
            
             
               And
               took
               the
               King
               and
               draue
               the
               Queene
               to
               flight
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               done
               I
               came
               to
               England
               all
               in
               haste
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               a
               claime
               vnto
               the
               Realme
               and
               Crowne
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               house
               while
               parliament
               did
               last
               ,
            
             
               I
               in
               the
               Kings
               seate
               boldly
               sate
               me
               downe
               ,
            
             
               And
               claimed
               it
               ,
               whereat
               the
               Lords
               did
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               for
               that
               ?
               I
               did
               so
               well
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               at
               last
               confest
               it
               mine
               indeed
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               sith
               the
               King
               had
               raigned
               now
               so
               long
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               he
               should
               continue
               till
               he
               died
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               end
               that
               then
               none
               did
               me
               wrong
               ,
            
             
               In
               ech
               place
               heire
               apparant
               they
               me
               cried
               .
            
             
               But
               sith
               the
               Queene
               and
               others
               this
               denied
               ,
            
             
               I
               sped
               me
               towards
               the
               North
               where
               then
               shee
               lay
               ,
            
             
               In
               minde
               by
               force
               to
               cause
               her
               to
               obay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereof
               she
               warnd
               prepard
               a
               mighty
               powre
               ,
            
             
               And
               ere
               that
               mine
               were
               altogether
               ready
               ,
            
             
               Came
               swift
               to
               Sandale
               and
               besieged
               my
               bowre
               :
            
             
               Where
               like
               a
               beast
               I
               was
               so
               rash
               and
               heady
               ,
            
             
               That
               out
               I
               would
               ,
               there
               could
               be
               no
               remedy
               ,
            
             
               With
               scant
               fiue
               thousand
               souldiers
               ,
               to
               assaile
            
             
               Foure
               times
               so
               many
               ,
               encampt
               to
               most
               auaile
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               so
               was
               slaine
               at
               first
               :
               and
               while
               my
               child
            
             
               Scarce
               twelue
               yeare
               old
               ,
               sought
               secretly
               to
               part
               ,
            
             
               That
               cruell
               Clifford
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               nay
               Lorell
               wilde
            
             
               While
               th'
               infant
               wept
               ,
               and
               prayed
               him
               rue
               his
               smart
               ,
            
             
               Knowing
               what
               he
               was
               ,
               with
               dagger
               cloue
               his
               heart
               :
            
             
               This
               done
               ,
               he
               came
               to
               th'
               campe
               where
               I
               lay
               dead
               ,
            
             
               Despoil'd
               my
               corps
               and
               cut
               away
               my
               head
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               with
               a
               painted
               paper
               Crowne
               thereon
               ,
            
             
               He
               for
               a
               present
               sent
               vnto
               the
               Queene
               :
            
             
               And
               she
               for
               spite
               commanded
               it
               anon
            
             
               To
               Yorke
               fast
               by
               :
               where
               ,
               that
               it
               might
               be
               seene
               ,
            
             
               They
               placed
               it
               where
               other
               traytours
               beene
               .
            
             
               This
               mischiefe
               Fortune
               did
               me
               after
               death
               .
            
             
               Such
               was
               my
               life
               ,
               and
               such
               my
               losse
               ofbreath
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               see
               Baldwine
               that
               thou
               set
               it
               forth
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               end
               the
               fraud
               of
               Fortune
               may
               be
               knowen
               ,
            
             
               That
               eke
               all
               Princes
               well
               may
               weigh
               the
               worth
            
             
               Of
               things
               ,
               for
               which
               the
               seeds
               of
               warre
               be
               sowen
               :
            
             
               No
               state
               so
               sure
               but
               soone
               is
               ouerthrowen
               .
            
             
               No
               worldly
               good
               can
               counterpoize
               the
               prise
               ,
            
             
               Of
               halfe
               the
               paines
               that
               may
               thereof
               arise
               .
            
          
           
             
               Better
               it
               were
               to
               lose
               a
               piece
               of
               right
               ,
            
             
               Then
               limbes
               and
               life
               in
               striuing
               for
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               It
               is
               not
               force
               of
               friendship
               nor
               of
               might
               ,
            
             
               But
               God
               that
               causeth
               things
               to
               fro
               or
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Not
               wit
               but
               lucke
               doth
               wield
               the
               winners
               game
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               if
               we
               our
               follies
               would
               refraine
               ,
            
             
               Time
               would
               redresse
               all
               wrongs
               we
               void
               of
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               warne
               Princes
               not
               to
               wade
               in
               war
            
             
               For
               any
               cause
               except
               the
               Realmes
               defence
               :
            
             
               Their
               troublous
               titles
               are
               vnworthie
               far
            
             
               The
               blood
               ,
               the
               life
               ,
               the
               spoile
               of
               innocence
               :
            
             
               Of
               friends
               ,
               of
               foes
               behold
               my
               foule
               expence
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               the
               neere
               :
               best
               therefore
               tarie
               time
               ,
            
             
               So
               right
               shall
               raigne
               ,
               and
               quiet
               calme
               each
               crime
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THE
             LORD
             CLIFFORD
             FOR
             HIS
             STRANGE
             and
             abominable
             crueltie
             ,
             came
             to
             as
             
               strange
               and
               sudden
               a
               death
            
             ,
             Anno
             ,
             1461.
             
          
           
             
               OPen
               confession
               asketh
               open
               penance
               ,
            
             
               And
               wisdome
               would
               a
               man
               his
               shame
               to
               hide
               :
            
             
               Yet
               sith
               forgiuenes
               commeth
               through
               repentance
               ,
            
             
               I
               thinke
               it
               best
               that
               men
               their
               crimes
               ascride
               ,
            
             
               For
               nought
               so
               secret
               but
               at
               length
               is
               spide
               :
            
             
               For
               couer
               fire
               ,
               and
               it
               will
               neuer
               linne
            
             
               Till
               it
               breake
               forth
               ,
               in
               like
               case
               shame
               and
               sinne
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               for
               my selfe
               my
               faults
               be
               out
               so
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               published
               abroad
               in
               euery
               place
               ,
            
             
               That
               though
               I
               would
               I
               cannot
               hide
               a
               graine
               .
            
             
               All
               care
               is
               bootlesse
               in
               a
               curelesse
               case
               ,
            
             
               To
               learne
               by
               others
               griefe
               some
               haue
               the
               grace
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               write
               my
               wretched
               fall
               ,
            
             
               The
               briefe
               whereof
               I
               briefely
               vtter
               shall
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               am
               the
               same
               that
               slue
               Duke
               Richards
               child
               ,
            
             
               The
               louely
               babe
               that
               begged
               life
               with
               teares
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               mine
               honor
               foully
               I
               defil'd
               .
            
             
               Poore
               silly
               Lambes
               the
               Lion
               neuer
               teares
               :
            
             
               The
               feeble
               mouse
               may
               lie
               among
               the
               beares
               :
            
             
               But
               wrath
               of
               man
               his
               rancour
               to
               requite
               ,
            
             
               Forgets
               all
               reason
               ,
               ruth
               ,
               and
               vertue
               quite
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               meane
               by
               rancour
               the
               parentall
               wreake
            
             
               Surnam'd
               a
               vertue
               (
               as
               the
               vicious
               say
               )
            
             
               But
               little
               know
               the
               wicked
               what
               they
               speake
               ,
            
             
               In
               boldning
               vs
               our
               enmies
               kin
               to
               slay
               .
            
             
               To
               punish
               sin
               is
               good
               ,
               it
               is
               no
               nay
               .
            
             
               They
               wreake
               not
               sinne
               ,
               but
               merit
               wreake
               for
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               That
               wreake
               the
               fathers
               fault
               vpon
               his
               kinne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Because
               my
               father
               Lord
               
                 Iohn
                 Clyfford
              
               died
               ,
            
             
               Slaine
               at
               Saint
               Albanes
               ,
               in
               his
               Princes
               aide
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               Duke
               my
               heart
               for
               malice
               fried
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               I
               could
               from
               wrecke
               no
               way
               be
               stayed
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               auenge
               my
               fathers
               death
               ,
               assay'd
            
             
               All
               meanes
               I
               might
               the
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               t'annoy
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               kin
               and
               friends
               for
               to
               destroy
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               made
               me
               with
               my
               bloodie
               dagger
               wound
            
             
               His
               guiltlesse
               sonne
               ,
               that
               neuer
               '
               gainst
               me
               stor'd
               :
            
             
               His
               fathers
               bodie
               lying
               dead
               on
               ground
            
             
               To
               pierce
               with
               speare
               ,
               eke
               with
               my
               cruell
               sword
            
             
               To
               part
               his
               necke
               ,
               and
               with
               his
               head
               to
               bord
            
             
               Enuested
               with
               a
               royall
               paper
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               From
               place
               to
               place
               to
               beare
               it
               vp
               and
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               crueltie
               can
               neuer
               scape
               the
               scourge
            
             
               Of
               shame
               ,
               of
               horror
               ,
               or
               of
               sudden
               death
               .
            
             
               Repentance
               selfe
               that
               other
               sinnes
               may
               purge
            
             
               Doth
               flie
               from
               this
               ,
               so
               sore
               the
               soule
               it
               slayeth
               .
            
             
               Despaire
               dissolues
               the
               tyrants
               bitter
               breath
               :
            
             
               For
               sudden
               vengeance
               suddenly
               alights
            
             
               On
               cruell
               deeds
               ,
               to
               quite
               their
               cruell
               spights
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               find
               I
               true
               ,
               for
               as
               I
               lay
               in
               stale
            
             
               To
               fight
               with
               this
               Duke
               Richards
               eldest
               son
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               destroy'd
               not
               far
               from
               Dintingdale
               ,
            
             
               For
               as
               I
               would
               my
               gorget
               haue
               vndone
            
             
               T'euent
               the
               heat
               that
               had
               me
               nigh
               vndone
               ,
            
             
               An
               headlesse
               arrow
               strake
               me
               through
               the
               throte
               ,
            
             
               Where
               through
               my
               soule
               forsooke
               his
               filthie
               cote
               .
            
          
           
             
               Was
               this
               a
               chance
               ?
               no
               sure
               ,
               Gods
               iust
               award
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               due
               iustice
               plainly
               doth
               appeare
               :
            
             
               An
               headlesse
               arrow
               paid
               me
               my
               reward
               ,
            
             
               For
               heading
               Richard
               lying
               on
               his
               beare
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               I
               would
               his
               child
               in
               no
               wise
               heare
               ,
            
             
               So
               sudden
               death
               bereft
               my
               tongue
               the
               power
            
             
               To
               aske
               for
               pardon
               at
               my
               dying
               hower
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Wherefore
               ,
               good
               Baldwine
               ,
               warne
               the
               bloodie
               sort
               ,
            
             
               To
               leaue
               their
               wrath
               ,
               their
               rigour
               to
               refraine
               :
            
             
               Tell
               cruell
               Iudges
               horror
               is
               the
               port
            
             
               Through
               which
               they
               saile
               to
               shame
               and
               sudden
               paine
               :
            
             
               Hell
               halleth
               tyrants
               downe
               to
               death
               amaine
               .
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               yet
               nor
               shall
               be
               cruell
               deed
            
             
               Left
               vnrewarded
               with
               as
               cruell
               meed
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             THE
             INFAMOVS
             END
             OF
             THE
             LORD
             TIPTOFT
             EARLE
             OF
             WORcester
             ,
             for
             cruelly
             executing
             his
             Princes
             
               butcherly
               commandements
               .
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1470.
             
          
           
             
               THe
               glorious
               man
               is
               not
               so
               loth
               to
               lurke
               ,
            
             
               As
               the
               infamous
               glad
               to
               lie
               vnknowen
               :
            
             
               Which
               makes
               me
               Baldwine
               ,
               disallow
               thy
               worke
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Princes
               faults
               so
               openly
               be
               blowen
               .
            
             
               I
               speake
               not
               this
               alonly
               for
               mine
               owne
            
             
               Which
               were
               my
               Princes
               (
               if
               that
               they
               were
               any
               )
            
             
               But
               for
               my
               Peeres
               in
               number
               very
               many
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               might
               report
               vprightly
               vse
               her
               tongue
               ,
            
             
               It
               would
               lesse
               grieue
               vs
               to
               augment
               the
               matter
               .
            
             
               But
               sure
               I
               am
               thou
               shalt
               be
               forst
               among
               ,
            
             
               To
               wrench
               the
               truth
               the
               liuing
               for
               to
               flatter
               :
            
             
               And
               other
               whiles
               in
               points
               vnknowen
               to
               smatter
               .
            
             
               For
               time
               nere
               was
               ,
               nor
               nere
               I
               thinke
               shall
               bee
            
             
               That
               truth
               vnshent
               should
               speake
               in
               all
               things
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               doth
               appeare
               (
               I
               dare
               say
               )
               by
               my
               storie
               ,
            
             
               Which
               diuers
               writers
               diuersly
               declare
               :
            
             
               But
               storie
               writers
               ought
               for
               neither
               glorie
               ,
            
             
               Feare
               ,
               nor
               fauour
               ,
               truth
               of
               things
               to
               spare
               .
            
             
               But
               still
               it
               fares
               as
               alway
               it
               did
               fare
               ,
            
             
               Affections
               ,
               feare
               ,
               or
               doubts
               that
               daily
               brue
               ,
            
             
               Do
               cause
               that
               stories
               neuer
               can
               be
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Vnfruitfull
               Fabian
               followed
               the
               face
            
             
               Of
               time
               and
               deedes
               ,
               but
               let
               the
               causes
               slip
               :
            
             
               Which
               Hall
               hath
               added
               ,
               but
               with
               double
               grace
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               I
               thinke
               lest
               trouble
               might
               him
               trip
               :
            
             
               For
               this
               or
               that
               (
               saith
               he
               )
               he
               felt
               the
               whip
               .
            
             
               Thus
               story
               writers
               leaue
               the
               causes
               out
               ,
            
             
               Or
               so
               rehearse
               them
               as
               they
               were
               in
               dout
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               seing
               causes
               are
               the
               chiefest
               things
            
             
               That
               should
               be
               noted
               of
               the
               story
               writers
               ,
            
             
               That
               men
               may
               learne
               what
               ends
               all
               causes
               brings
               ,
            
             
               They
               be
               vnworthy
               name
               of
               Chroniclers
            
             
               That
               leaue
               them
               cleane
               out
               of
               their
               registers
               ,
            
             
               Or
               doubtfully
               report
               them
               :
               for
               the
               fruite
            
             
               Of
               reading
               stories
               standeth
               in
               the
               suite
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               either
               speake
               vpright
            
             
               Of
               our
               affaires
               ,
               or
               touch
               them
               not
               at
               all
               :
            
             
               As
               for
               my selfe
               I
               way
               all
               things
               so
               light
               ,
            
             
               That
               nought
               I
               passe
               how
               men
               report
               my
               fall
               .
            
             
               The
               truth
               whereof
               yet
               plainly
               shew
               I
               shall
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               maist
               write
               and
               others
               thereby
               reed
               ,
            
             
               What
               things
               I
               did
               whereof
               they
               should
               take
               heed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               heardst
               of
               Tiptofts
               Earles
               of
               Worcester
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               that
               Lord
               that
               liu'd
               in
               Edwards
               daies
            
             
               The
               fourth
               ,
               and
               was
               his
               friend
               and
               counsailour
               ,
            
             
               And
               butcher
               too
               ,
               as
               common
               rumor
               saies
               .
            
             
               But
               peoples
               voice
               is
               neither
               shame
               nor
               praise
               :
            
             
               For
               whom
               they
               would
               aliue
               deuour
               today
               ,
            
             
               Tomorow
               dead
               they'ill
               worship
               what
               they
               may
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               though
               the
               peoples
               verdit
               go
               by
               chance
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               was
               there
               cause
               to
               call
               me
               as
               they
               did
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               enforst
               by
               meane
               of
               gouernance
               ,
            
             
               Did
               execute
               what
               ere
               my
               King
               did
               bid
               ,
            
             
               From
               blame
               herein
               my selfe
               I
               cannot
               rid
               :
            
             
               But
               sie
               vpon
               the
               wretched
               state
               that
               must
            
             
               Defame
               it selfe
               to
               serue
               the
               Princes
               lust
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               chiefest
               crime
               wherewith
               men
               doe
               me
               charge
               ,
            
             
               Is
               death
               of
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Desmunds
               noble
               sonnes
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               the
               Kings
               charge
               doth
               me
               cleere
               discharge
               ,
            
             
               By
               strait
               commandement
               and
               iniunctions
               :
            
             
               Th'
               effect
               whereof
               so
               rigorously
               runnes
               ,
            
             
               That
               or
               I
               must
               procure
               to
               see
               them
               dead
               ,
            
             
               Or
               for
               contempt
               as
               guiltie
               lose
               my
               head
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               would
               mine
               foemen
               doe
               in
               such
               a
               case
               ,
            
             
               Obay
               the
               King
               or
               proper
               death
               procure
               ?
            
             
               They
               may
               well
               say
               their
               fancy
               for
               a
               face
               ,
            
             
               But
               life
               is
               sweet
               ,
               and
               loue
               hard
               to
               recure
               .
            
             
               They
               would
               haue
               done
               as
               I
               did
               ,
               I
               am
               sure
               :
            
             
               For
               seldom
               will
               a
               wealthy
               man
               at
               ease
            
             
               For
               others
               cause
               his
               Prince
               in
               ought
               displease
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               much
               lesse
               I
               ,
               which
               was
               Lieutenant
               than
            
             
               In
               th'
               Irish
               Isle
               ,
               preferred
               by
               the
               King
               :
            
             
               But
               who
               for
               loue
               or
               dread
               of
               any
               man
            
             
               Consents
               t'
               accomplish
               any
               wicked
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Although
               chiefe
               fault
               thereof
               from
               other
               spring
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               not
               escape
               Gods
               vengeance
               for
               his
               deed
               ,
            
             
               Who
               scuseth
               none
               that
               dare
               do
               ill
               for
               dreed
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               in
               my
               King
               and
               me
               may
               well
               appeere
               ,
            
             
               Which
               for
               our
               faults
               did
               not
               escape
               the
               scourge
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               we
               thought
               our
               state
               most
               sure
               and
               clere
               ,
            
             
               The
               wind
               of
               Warwicke
               blew
               vp
               such
               a
               sourge
               ,
            
             
               As
               from
               the
               Realme
               and
               Crowne
               the
               King
               did
               pourge
               ,
            
             
               And
               me
               both
               from
               mine
               office
               ,
               friends
               ,
               and
               wife
               ,
            
             
               From
               good
               report
               ,
               from
               honest
               death
               and
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Warwicke
               through
               a
               cancard
               grudge
            
             
               Which
               to
               King
               Edward
               causelesse
               he
               did
               beare
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               his
               Realme
               by
               force
               did
               make
               him
               trudge
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               King
               Henry
               againe
               vpon
               his
               chaire
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               all
               such
               as
               Edwards
               louers
               were
            
             
               As
               traytours
               tane
               ,
               were
               grieuously
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               But
               chiefly
               I
               ,
               because
               I
               lou'd
               him
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               ,
               for
               my
               goods
               and
               liuings
               were
               not
               small
               ,
            
             
               The
               gapers
               for
               them
               bare
               the
               world
               in
               hand
            
             
               For
               ten
               yeares
               space
               ,
               that
               I
               was
               cause
               of
               all
            
             
               The
               executions
               done
               within
               the
               land
               .
            
             
               For
               this
               did
               such
               as
               did
               not
               vnderstand
            
             
               Mine
               enmies
               drift
               ,
               thinke
               all
               reports
               were
               true
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               did
               hate
               me
               worse
               then
               any
               Iew.
               
            
          
           
             
               For
               seldome
               shall
               a
               ruler
               lose
               his
               life
               ,
            
             
               Before
               false
               rumours
               openly
               be
               spread
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               this
               prouerbe
               is
               as
               true
               as
               rife
               ,
            
             
               That
               rulers
               rumours
               hunt
               about
               a
               head
               ,
            
             
               Frowne
               Fortune
               once
               all
               good
               report
               is
               fled
               :
            
             
               For
               present
               shew
               doth
               make
               the
               many
               blind
               ,
            
             
               And
               such
               as
               see
               dare
               not
               disclose
               their
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
               Through
               this
               was
               I
               King
               Edwards
               butcher
               named
               ,
            
             
               And
               bare
               the
               shame
               of
               all
               his
               cruell
               deeds
               :
            
             
               I
               cleare
               me
               not
               ,
               I
               worthily
               was
               blamed
               ,
            
             
               Though
               force
               was
               such
               I
               must
               obey
               him
               needs
               .
            
             
               With
               highest
               rulers
               seldome
               well
               it
               speeds
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               be
               euer
               neerest
               to
               the
               nip
               ,
            
             
               And
               fault
               who
               shall
               ,
               for
               all
               feele
               they
               the
               whip
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               I
               was
               by
               Parliament
               attainted
               ,
            
             
               King
               Edwards
               euils
               all
               were
               counted
               mine
               .
            
             
               No
               truth
               auailed
               ,
               so
               lies
               were
               fast
               and
               painted
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               the
               people
               at
               my
               life
               repine
               ,
            
             
               Crying
               Crucifige
               ,
               kill
               that
               butchers
               line
               :
            
             
               That
               when
               I
               should
               haue
               gone
               to
               Blockham
               feast
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               passe
               ,
               so
               sore
               they
               on
               me
               preast
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               had
               not
               been
               the
               officers
               so
               strong
               ,
            
             
               I
               thinke
               they
               would
               haue
               eaten
               me
               aliue
               ,
            
             
               Howbeit
               hardly
               haled
               from
               the
               throng
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               in
               Fleet
               fast
               shrouded
               by
               the
               Shriue
               .
            
             
               Thus
               one
               daies
               life
               their
               maliee
               did
               me
               giue
               :
            
             
               Which
               when
               they
               knew
               ,
               for
               spite
               the
               next
               day
               after
            
             
               They
               kept
               them
               calme
               ,
               so
               suffered
               I
               the
               slaughter
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               tell
               me
               Baldwine
               ,
               what
               fault
               dost
               thou
               find
            
             
               In
               me
               ,
               that
               iustly
               should
               such
               death
               deserue
               ?
            
             
               None
               sure
               ,
               except
               desire
               of
               honor
               blind
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               me
               seeke
               in
               offices
               to
               serue
               :
            
             
               What
               mind
               so
               good
               that
               honors
               make
               not
               swerue
               ?
            
             
               So
               maist
               thou
               fee
               it
               only
               was
               my
               state
            
             
               That
               caus'd
               my
               death
               ,
               and
               brought
               me
               so
               in
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Warne
               therefore
               all
               men
               wisely
               to
               beware
               ,
            
             
               What
               offices
               they
               enterprise
               to
               beare
               :
            
             
               The
               highest
               alway
               most
               maligned
               are
               ,
            
             
               Of
               peoples
               grudge
               ,
               and
               Princes
               hate
               in
               feare
               .
            
             
               For
               Princes
               faults
               his
               faultors
               all
               men
               teare
               .
            
             
               Which
               to
               auoid
               ,
               let
               none
               such
               office
               take
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               he
               that
               can
               for
               right
               his
               Prince
               forsake
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             SIR
             RICHARD
             NEVILL
             EARLE
             OF
             WARWICKE
             ,
             AND
             HIS
             BROTHER
             IOHN
             Lord
             Marquise
             Montacute
             ,
             through
             their
             too
             much
             boldnes
             were
             slaine
             at
             Barnet
             ,
             the
             14.
             of
             
               Aprill
               ,
               Anno
            
             1471.
             
          
           
             
               AMong
               the
               heauie
               heape
               of
               happie
               Knights
            
             
               VVhom
               Fortune
               stal'd
               vpon
               her
               staylesse
               stage
               ,
            
             
               Oft
               hoist
               on
               high
               ,
               oft
               pight
               in
               wretched
               plights
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               me
               ,
               
                 Baldwine
                 ,
                 A
                 perse
              
               of
               my
               age
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               
                 Richard
                 Neuill
              
               ,
               Earle
               by
               mariage
            
             
               Of
               VVarwicke
               Duchie
               ,
               of
               Sarum
               by
               descent
               ,
            
             
               Which
               erst
               my
               father
               through
               his
               mariage
               hent
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVould'st
               thou
               behold
               false
               Fortune
               in
               her
               kind
               ?
            
             
               Note
               well
               my selfe
               ,
               so
               shalt
               thou
               see
               her
               naked
               :
            
             
               Full
               faire
               before
               ,
               but
               too
               too
               foule
               behind
               ,
            
             
               Most
               drowsie
               still
               when
               most
               she
               seemes
               awaked
               :
            
             
               My
               fame
               and
               shame
               her
               shift
               full
               oft
               hath
               shaked
               ,
            
             
               By
               enterchange
               alow
               and
               vp
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lysard
               like
               that
               changeth
               hue
               full
               oft
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               while
               the
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               in
               life
               remaind
            
             
               Mine
               vncle
               deare
               ,
               I
               was
               his
               happy
               hand
               :
            
             
               In
               all
               attempts
               my
               purpose
               I
               attaind
               ,
            
             
               Though
               King
               and
               Queene
               and
               most
               Lords
               of
               the
               land
            
             
               With
               all
               their
               power
               did
               often
               me
               withstand
               :
            
             
               For
               God
               gaue
               Fortune
               ,
               and
               my
               good
               behauiour
            
             
               Did
               from
               their
               Prince
               steale
               me
               the
               peoples
               fauour
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               that
               through
               me
               in
               fields
               right
               manly
               fought
               ,
            
             
               By
               force
               mine
               vncle
               tooke
               King
               Henry
               twice
               :
            
             
               As
               for
               my
               cosin
               Edward
               I
               so
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               When
               both
               our
               fires
               were
               slaine
               through
               rash
               aduice
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               atchieu'd
               his
               fathers
               enterprise
               :
            
             
               For
               into
               Scotland
               King
               and
               Queene
               we
               chased
               ,
            
             
               By
               meane
               whereof
               the
               Kingdome
               he
               embraced
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               after
               he
               had
               held
               in
               quiet
               peace
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               shortly
               after
               was
               King
               Henry
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               put
               in
               hold
               )
               his
               power
               to
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               I
               went
               to
               France
               and
               match
               him
               with
               a
               make
               ,
            
             
               The
               French
               Kinges
               daughter
               ,
               whom
               hee
               did
               forsake
               :
            
             
               For
               while
               with
               paine
               I
               brought
               this
               sute
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               He
               to
               a
               widow
               rashly
               wedded
               was
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               made
               the
               French
               King
               shrewdly
               to
               mistrust
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               my
               treaties
               had
               but
               ill
               pretence
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               I
               saw
               my
               King
               so
               bent
               to
               lust
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               his
               faith
               he
               past
               not
               to
               dispence
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               a
               Princes
               honours
               chiefe
               defence
               :
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               rest
               till
               I
               had
               found
               a
               meane
            
             
               To
               mend
               his
               misse
               ,
               or
               els
               to
               marre
               him
               cleane
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               me
               allied
               with
               his
               brother
               George
               ,
            
             
               Incensing
               him
               his
               brother
               to
               maligne
               ,
            
             
               Through
               many
               a
               tale
               I
               did
               against
               him
               forge
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               through
               power
               that
               we
               from
               Calais
               bring
            
             
               And
               found
               at
               home
               ,
               we
               fraied
               so
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               did
               flie
               to
               Freeselandward
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               King
               Henry
               had
               the
               Crowne
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               put
               we
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Worcester
               to
               death
               ,
            
             
               King
               Edwards
               friend
               ,
               a
               man
               loe
               foule
               defamed
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               while
               came
               Edward
               into
               breath
               .
            
             
               For
               with
               the
               Duke
               of
               Burgoine
               so
               he
               framed
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               power
               that
               he
               to
               him
               had
               named
               ,
            
             
               Vnlooked
               for
               he
               came
               to
               England
               streight
               ,
            
             
               And
               got
               to
               Yorke
               ,
               and
               tooke
               the
               towne
               by
               sleight
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               after
               through
               the
               sufferance
               of
               my
               brother
               ,
            
             
               Which
               like
               a
               beast
               occasion
               foulely
               lost
               ,
            
             
               He
               came
               to
               London
               safe
               with
               many
               other
               ,
            
             
               And
               tooke
               the
               towne
               to
               good
               King
               Henries
               cost
               :
            
             
               Who
               was
               through
               him
               from
               post
               to
               piller
               tost
               ,
            
             
               Till
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Oxford
               ,
               I
               and
               other
               more
               ,
            
             
               Assembled
               power
               his
               freedome
               to
               restore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereof
               King
               Edward
               warned
               came
               with
               speed
               ,
            
             
               And
               camped
               with
               his
               host
               in
               Barnet
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Where
               we
               right
               fierce
               encountred
               him
               indeed
            
             
               On
               Easter
               day
               right
               earely
               on
               the
               downe
               :
            
             
               There
               many
               a
               man
               was
               slaine
               and
               stricken
               downe
            
             
               On
               either
               side
               ,
               and
               neither
               part
               did
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               Till
               that
               I
               and
               my
               brother
               both
               were
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               we
               to
               heart
               our
               ouermatched
               men
               ,
            
             
               Forsooke
               our
               steeds
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               thickest
               throng
            
             
               Ran
               preasing
               forth
               on
               foot
               ,
               and
               fought
               so
               then
            
             
               That
               downe
               we
               draue
               them
               were
               they
               nere
               so
               strong
               :
            
             
               But
               we
               ere
               lucke
               had
               lasted
               very
               long
            
             
               With
               force
               and
               number
               were
               so
               foulely
               cloyed
               ,
            
             
               And
               rescue
               fail'd
               ,
               that
               quite
               we
               were
               destroyed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               tell
               me
               ,
               Baldwine
               ,
               hast
               thou
               heard
               or
               read
            
             
               Of
               any
               man
               that
               did
               as
               I
               haue
               done
               ?
            
             
               That
               in
               his
               time
               so
               many
               armies
               led
               ,
            
             
               And
               victorie
               at
               euery
               voyage
               won
               ?
            
             
               Hast
               thou
               ere
               heard
               of
               subiect
               vnder
               sun
               ,
            
             
               That
               plac'd
               and
               bac'd
               his
               Soueraignes
               so
               oft
            
             
               By
               enterchange
               ,
               now
               low
               ,
               and
               then
               aloft
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               Perchance
               thou
               think'st
               my
               doings
               were
               not
               such
            
             
               As
               I
               and
               other
               do
               affirme
               they
               were
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               thy
               mind
               I
               see
               thou
               musest
               much
            
             
               What
               meanes
               I
               vs'd
               ,
               that
               should
               me
               so
               prefer
               :
            
             
               Wherein
               because
               I
               will
               thou
               shalt
               not
               erre
               ,
            
             
               The
               truth
               of
               all
               I
               will
               at
               large
               recite
               ,
            
             
               The
               short
               is
               this
               :
               I
               was
               no
               Hypocrite
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               neuer
               did
               nor
               said
               saue
               what
               I
               ment
               ,
            
             
               The
               commonweale
               was
               still
               my
               chiefest
               care
               :
            
             
               To
               priuate
               gaine
               or
               good
               was
               I
               nere
               bent
               ,
            
             
               I
               neuer
               past
               vpon
               delicious
               fare
               .
            
             
               Of
               needfull
               food
               my
               boord
               was
               neuer
               bare
               ,
            
             
               No
               creditour
               did
               curse
               me
               day
               by
               day
               ,
            
             
               I
               vsed
               plainnesse
               ,
               euer
               pitch
               and
               pay
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               heard
               poore
               souldiers
               and
               poore
               workemen
               whine
            
             
               Because
               their
               duties
               were
               not
               truly
               pai'd
               :
            
             
               Againe
               I
               saw
               how
               people
               did
               repine
            
             
               At
               those
               through
               whom
               their
               payment
               was
               delai'd
               :
            
             
               And
               proofe
               did
               oft
               assure
               (
               as
               Scripture
               said
               )
            
             
               That
               God
               doth
               wreake
               the
               wretched
               peoples
               greeues
               ,
            
             
               I
               saw
               the
               polles
               cut
               off
               from
               polling
               theeues
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               made
               me
               alway
               iustly
               for
               to
               deale
               ,
            
             
               Which
               when
               the
               people
               plainly
               vnderstood
               ,
            
             
               Because
               they
               saw
               me
               mind
               the
               Commonweale
               ,
            
             
               They
               still
               endeuoured
               how
               to
               do
               me
               good
               ,
            
             
               Readie
               to
               spend
               their
               substance
               ,
               life
               ,
               and
               blood
               ,
            
             
               In
               any
               cause
               whereto
               I
               did
               them
               moue
               :
            
             
               For
               sure
               they
               were
               it
               was
               for
               their
               behoue
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               so
               it
               was
               .
               For
               when
               the
               Realme
               decayed
            
             
               By
               such
               as
               good
               King
               Henrie
               sore
               abused
               ,
            
             
               To
               mend
               the
               state
               I
               gaue
               his
               enemies
               aide
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               King
               Edward
               sinfull
               prankes
               still
               vsed
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               not
               mend
               ,
               I
               likewise
               him
               refused
               ,
            
             
               And
               holpe
               King
               Henrie
               ,
               better
               of
               the
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               quarell
               (
               iust
               I
               thinke
               )
               was
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               teach
               by
               proofe
               of
               mee
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               as
               couet
               peoples
               loue
               to
               get
               ,
            
             
               Must
               see
               their
               works
               and
               words
               in
               all
               agree
               ,
            
             
               Liue
               liberally
               and
               keepe
               them
               out
               of
               det
               ,
            
             
               On
               Commonwealth
               let
               all
               their
               care
               be
               set
               :
            
             
               For
               vpright
               dealing
               ,
               debts
               paid
               ,
               poore
               sustained
               ,
            
             
               Is
               meane
               whereby
               all
               hearts
               are
               throwly
               gained
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             KING
             HENRIE
             THE
             SIXT
             ,
             A
             VERTVOVS
             PRINCE
             ,
             WAS
             ,
             AFter
             many
             other
             miseries
             ,
             cruelly
             murdered
             in
             
               the
               Tower
               of
               London
               the
            
             22.
             
               of
               May
               ,
               Anno
            
             ,
             1471.
             
          
           
             
               IF
               euer
               wofull
               wight
               had
               cause
               to
               rue
               his
               state
               ,
            
             
               Or
               by
               his
               ruefull
               plight
               to
               moue
               men
               mone
               his
               fate
               ,
            
             
               My
               piteous
               plaint
               may
               prease
               my
               mishap
               to
               rehearse
               ,
            
             
               Wherof
               the
               least
               most
               lightly
               heard
               ,
               the
               hardest
               hart
               may
               pierce
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               heart
               so
               hard
               can
               heare
               of
               innocence
               opprest
            
             
               By
               fraud
               in
               worldly
               goods
               ,
               but
               melteth
               in
               the
               brest
               ?
            
             
               When
               guiltlesse
               men
               be
               spoil'd
               ,
               imprisoned
               for
               their
               owne
               ,
            
             
               Who
               waileth
               not
               their
               wretched
               case
               to
               whom
               the
               case
               is
               knowen
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lion
               lickes
               the
               sores
               of
               silly
               wounded
               sheepe
               ,
            
             
               The
               dead
               mans
               corps
               may
               cause
               the
               Crocodile
               to
               weepe
               ,
            
             
               The
               waues
               that
               waste
               the
               rockes
               refresh
               the
               rotten
               reeds
               ,
            
             
               Such
               ruth
               the
               wracke
               of
               innocence
               in
               cruell
               creatures
               breeds
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               heart
               is
               then
               so
               hard
               ,
               but
               will
               for
               pitie
               bleed
               ,
            
             
               To
               heare
               so
               cruell
               lucke
               so
               cleare
               a
               life
               succeed
               ?
            
             
               To
               see
               a
               silly
               soule
               with
               woe
               and
               sorrow
               sounst
               ,
            
             
               A
               King
               depriu'd
               ,
               in
               prison
               pent
               ,
               to
               death
               with
               daggers
               dounst
               .
            
          
           
             
               Would
               God
               the
               day
               of
               birth
               had
               brought
               me
               to
               my
               bere
               ,
            
             
               Then
               had
               I
               neuer
               felt
               the
               change
               of
               Fortunes
               chere
               :
            
             
               Would
               God
               the
               graue
               had
               gript
               me
               in
               her
               greedie
               wombe
               ,
            
             
               When
               crowne
               in
               cradle
               made
               me
               King
               with
               oile
               of
               holy
               thombe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Would
               God
               the
               rufull
               tombe
               had
               been
               my
               royall
               throne
               ,
            
             
               So
               should
               no
               Kingly
               charge
               haue
               made
               me
               make
               my
               mone
               :
            
             
               O
               that
               my
               soule
               had
               flowen
               to
               heauen
               with
               the
               ioy
               ,
            
             
               When
               one
               sort
               cried
               ,
               God
               saue
               the
               King
               ,
               another
               ,
               
                 Viue
                 le
                 Roy.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               So
               had
               I
               not
               been
               washt
               in
               waues
               of
               worldly
               wo
               ,
            
             
               My
               minde
               to
               quiet
               bent
               ,
               had
               not
               been
               tossed
               so
               :
            
             
               My
               frends
               had
               been
               aliue
               :
               my
               subiects
               not
               opprest
               :
            
             
               But
               death
               or
               cruell
               destiny
               denied
               me
               this
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Alas
               what
               should
               we
               count
               the
               cause
               of
               wretches
               cares
               ,
            
             
               The
               starres
               do
               stirre
               them
               vp
               ,
               Astronomy
               declares
               :
            
             
               Our
               humors
               saith
               the
               leach
               ,
               the
               double
               true
               diuines
            
             
               To
               'th
               will
               of
               God
               ,
               or
               ill
               of
               man
               ,
               the
               doubtfull
               cause
               assignes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               doltish
               heads
               as
               dreame
               that
               all
               things
               driue
               by
               haps
               ,
            
             
               Count
               lacke
               of
               former
               care
               for
               cause
               of
               after
               claps
               ,
            
             
               Attributing
               to
               man
               a
               power
               fro
               God
               bereft
               ,
            
             
               Abusing
               vs
               ,
               and
               robbing
               him
               through
               their
               most
               wicked
               theft
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               God
               doth
               guide
               the
               world
               ,
               and
               euery
               hap
               by
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Our
               wit
               and
               willing
               power
               are
               poized
               by
               his
               will
               :
            
             
               What
               wit
               most
               wisely
               wards
               ,
               &
               will
               most
               deadly
               vrkes
            
             
               Though
               all
               our
               power
               would
               presse
               it
               down
               ,
               doth
               dash
               our
               warest
               workes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               destiny
               ,
               our
               sinne
               ,
               Gods
               will
               or
               else
               his
               wreake
            
             
               Doe
               worke
               our
               wretched
               woes
               ,
               for
               humours
               be
               too
               weake
               ,
            
             
               Except
               we
               take
               them
               so
               as
               they
               prouoke
               to
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               For
               through
               our
               lust
               by
               humours
               fed
               all
               vicious
               deeds
               beginne
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               sinne
               and
               they
               be
               one
               ,
               both
               working
               like
               effect
               ,
            
             
               And
               cause
               the
               wrath
               of
               God
               to
               wreake
               the
               soule
               infect
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               wrath
               and
               wreake
               diuine
               ,
               mans
               sinnes
               and
               humours
               ill
            
             
               Concurre
               in
               one
               ,
               though
               in
               a
               sort
               ,
               ech
               doth
               a
               course
               fulfill
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               likewise
               such
               as
               say
               the
               welkin
               Fortune
               warkes
               ,
            
             
               Take
               Fortune
               for
               our
               fate
               and
               Starres
               thereof
               the
               markes
               ,
            
             
               Then
               destiny
               with
               fate
               and
               Gods
               will
               all
               be
               one
               :
            
             
               But
               if
               they
               meane
               it
               otherwise
               ,
               skath
               causers
               skies
               be
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Thus
               of
               our
               heauy
               haps
               chiefe
               causes
               be
               but
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               Whereon
               the
               rest
               depend
               ,
               and
               vnder
               put
               remaine
               :
            
             
               The
               chiefe
               the
               will
               diuine
               ,
               cald
               destiny
               and
               fate
               ,
            
             
               The
               other
               sinne
               through
               humours
               holpe
               ,
               which
               God
               doth
               highly
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               first
               appointeth
               paine
               for
               good
               mens
               exercise
               ,
            
             
               The
               second
               doth
               deserue
               due
               punishment
               for
               vice
               :
            
             
               This
               witnesseth
               the
               wrath
               ,
               and
               that
               the
               loue
               of
               God
               ,
            
             
               The
               good
               for
               loue
               ,
               the
               bad
               for
               sinne
               God
               beateth
               with
               his
               rod.
               
            
          
           
             
               Although
               my
               sundry
               sinnes
               doe
               place
               me
               with
               the
               worst
               ,
            
             
               My
               haps
               yet
               cause
               me
               hope
               to
               be
               among
               the
               first
               :
            
             
               The
               eye
               that
               searcheth
               all
               and
               seeth
               euery
               thought
               ,
            
             
               Is
               Iudge
               how
               sore
               I
               hated
               sinne
               ,
               and
               after
               vertue
               sought
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               solace
               of
               my
               soule
               my
               chiefest
               pleasure
               was
               ,
            
             
               Of
               worldly
               pomp
               ,
               of
               fame
               ,
               or
               game
               I
               did
               not
               passe
               :
            
             
               My
               Kingdomes
               nor
               my
               Crowne
               I
               prised
               not
               a
               crum
               :
            
             
               In
               Heauen
               were
               my
               riches
               heapt
               ,
               to
               which
               I
               sought
               to
               come
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               were
               my
               sorowes
               such
               as
               neuer
               man
               had
               like
               ,
            
             
               So
               diuers
               stormes
               at
               once
               ,
               so
               often
               did
               me
               strike
               :
            
             
               But
               why
               ,
               God
               knowes
               ,
               not
               I
               ,
               except
               it
               were
               for
               this
               ,
            
             
               To
               shew
               by
               paterne
               of
               a
               Prince
               ,
               how
               brittle
               honour
               is
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               kingdomes
               are
               but
               cares
               ,
               our
               state
               deuoid
               of
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Our
               riches
               ready
               snares
               ,
               to
               hasten
               our
               decay
               :
            
             
               Our
               pleasures
               priuy
               pricks
               our
               vices
               to
               prouoke
               ,
            
             
               Our
               pompe
               a
               pumpe
               ,
               our
               fame
               a
               flame
               ,
               our
               power
               a
               smouldring
               smoke
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               speake
               not
               but
               by
               proofe
               ,
               and
               that
               may
               many
               rue
               ,
            
             
               My
               life
               doth
               cry
               it
               out
               ,
               my
               death
               doth
               try
               it
               true
               :
            
             
               Whereof
               I
               will
               in
               briefe
               rehearse
               the
               heauy
               hap
               ,
            
             
               That
               Baldwine
               in
               his
               woefull
               warpe
               ,
               my
               wretchednesse
               may
               wrap
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               Windsore
               borne
               I
               was
               ,
               and
               bare
               my
               fathers
               name
               ,
            
             
               Who
               wonne
               by
               warre
               all
               France
               to
               his
               eternall
               fame
               ,
            
             
               And
               left
               to
               me
               the
               crowne
               ,
               to
               be
               receiu'd
               in
               peace
            
             
               Through
               mariage
               made
               with
               Charles
               his
               heire
               vpon
               his
               lifes
               decease
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Which
               shortly
               did
               ensue
               ,
               yet
               died
               my
               father
               furst
               ,
            
             
               And
               both
               the
               Realmes
               were
               mine
               ere
               I
               a
               yeare
               were
               nurst
               :
            
             
               Which
               as
               they
               fell
               too
               soone
               ,
               so
               faded
               they
               as
               fast
               .
            
             
               For
               Charles
               and
               Edward
               got
               them
               both
               or
               forty
               yeares
               were
               past
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Charles
               was
               eldest
               sonne
               of
               Charles
               my
               father
               in
               law
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               as
               heire
               of
               France
               ,
               the
               Frenchmen
               did
               them
               draw
               ,
            
             
               But
               Edward
               was
               the
               heire
               of
               Richard
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               ,
            
             
               The
               heire
               of
               
                 Roger
                 Mortimer
              
               ,
               slaine
               by
               the
               kerne
               of
               Korke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Before
               I
               came
               to
               age
               Charles
               had
               recouered
               France
               ,
            
             
               And
               kild
               my
               men
               of
               warre
               ,
               so
               happy
               was
               his
               chance
               :
            
             
               And
               through
               a
               mad
               contract
               I
               made
               with
               Raynerds
               daughter
            
             
               I
               gaue
               and
               lost
               all
               Normandy
               ,
               the
               cause
               of
               many
               a
               slaughter
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               of
               mine
               vncle
               Humfrey
               ,
               abhorring
               sore
               this
               act
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               thereby
               brake
               a
               better
               precontract
               :
            
             
               Then
               of
               the
               flattering
               Duke
               that
               first
               the
               mariage
               made
               ,
            
             
               The
               iust
               reward
               of
               such
               as
               dare
               their
               Princes
               ill
               perswade
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               I
               poore
               silly
               wretch
               abode
               the
               brunt
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               My
               mariage
               lust
               so
               sweet
               was
               mixt
               with
               bitter
               gall
               .
            
             
               My
               wife
               was
               wise
               and
               good
               ,
               had
               she
               ben
               rightly
               sought
               ,
            
             
               But
               our
               vnlawfull
               getting
               it
               ,
               may
               make
               a
               good
               thing
               nought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               warne
               men
               beware
               how
               they
               iust
               promise
               breake
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               proofe
               of
               painfull
               plagues
               doe
               cause
               them
               waile
               the
               wreake
               ,
            
             
               Aduise
               well
               ere
               they
               grant
               ,
               but
               what
               they
               grant
               performe
               :
            
             
               For
               God
               will
               plague
               all
               doublenes
               although
               we
               feele
               no
               worme
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               falsly
               borne
               in
               hand
               ,
               beleeued
               I
               did
               well
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               things
               bee
               not
               true
               that
               learned
               men
               doe
               tell
               :
            
             
               My
               clergie
               said
               a
               Prince
               was
               to
               no
               promise
               bound
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               words
               to
               be
               no
               gospell
               tho
               ,
               I
               to
               my
               griefe
               haue
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               after
               mariage
               ioind
               Queene
               Margaret
               and
               me
               ,
            
             
               For
               one
               mishap
               afore
               ,
               I
               dayly
               met
               with
               three
               :
            
             
               Of
               Normandy
               and
               France
               Charles
               got
               away
               my
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               and
               other
               sought
               at
               home
               to
               put
               me
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Bellona
               rang
               the
               bell
               at
               home
               and
               all
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               With
               whose
               mishaps
               amaine
               fell
               Fortune
               did
               me
               load
               :
            
             
               In
               France
               I
               lost
               my
               forts
               ,
               at
               home
               the
               foughten
               field
               ,
            
             
               My
               kinred
               slaine
               ,
               my
               friends
               opprest
               ,
               my selfe
               enforst
               to
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
               Duke
               Richard
               tooke
               me
               twice
               ,
               and
               forst
               me
               to
               resine
            
             
               My
               Crowne
               and
               titles
               due
               vnto
               my
               fathers
               line
               :
            
             
               And
               kept
               mee
               as
               a
               ward
               ,
               did
               all
               things
               as
               him
               list
               ,
            
             
               Till
               that
               my
               wife
               through
               bloudy
               sword
               had
               tane
               me
               from
               his
               fist
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               though
               we
               slew
               the
               Duke
               my
               sorowes
               did
               not
               slake
               ,
            
             
               But
               like
               to
               Hydraes
               head
               still
               more
               and
               more
               awake
               :
            
             
               For
               Edward
               through
               the
               aid
               of
               Warwicke
               and
               his
               brother
            
             
               From
               one
               field
               draue
               me
               to
               the
               Scots
               ,
               and
               toke
               me
               in
               another
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               went
               my
               friends
               to
               wrack
               ,
               for
               Edward
               ware
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               for
               nine
               yeares
               space
               his
               prison
               held
               me
               downe
               :
            
             
               Yet
               thence
               through
               Warwickes
               worke
               I
               was
               againe
               releast
               .
            
             
               And
               Edward
               driuen
               fro
               the
               realme
               to
               seeke
               his
               friends
               by
               East
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               preuaileth
               paine
               or
               prouidence
               of
               man
            
             
               To
               helpe
               him
               to
               good
               hap
               ,
               whom
               destiny
               doth
               ban
               ?
            
             
               Who
               moileth
               to
               remoue
               the
               rocke
               out
               of
               the
               mud
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               mire
               himselfe
               ,
               and
               hardly
               scape
               the
               swelling
               of
               the
               flud
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               all
               my
               friends
               haue
               found
               ,
               and
               I
               haue
               felt
               it
               so
               ,
            
             
               Ordain'd
               to
               be
               the
               touch
               of
               wretchednesse
               and
               woe
               :
            
             
               For
               ere
               I
               had
               a
               yeare
               possest
               my
               seat
               againe
               ,
            
             
               I
               lost
               both
               it
               and
               liberty
               ,
               my
               helpers
               all
               were
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               Edward
               first
               by
               stelth
               and
               sith
               by
               gathred
               strength
            
             
               Arriu'd
               ,
               and
               got
               to
               Yorke
               and
               London
               at
               the
               length
               :
            
             
               Tooke
               me
               and
               tied
               me
               vp
               ,
               yet
               Warwicke
               was
               so
               stout
               ,
            
             
               He
               came
               with
               power
               to
               Barnet
               field
               ,
               in
               hope
               to
               helpe
               me
               out
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               there
               alas
               was
               slaine
               ,
               with
               many
               a
               worthy
               knight
               .
            
             
               O
               Lord
               that
               euer
               such
               luck
               should
               hap
               in
               helping
               right
               :
            
             
               Last
               came
               my
               wife
               and
               sonne
               ,
               that
               long
               lay
               in
               exile
               ,
            
             
               Defied
               the
               King
               ,
               and
               fought
               a
               field
               ,
               I
               may
               bewaile
               the
               while
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               there
               mine
               only
               sonne
               ,
               not
               thirteene
               yeares
               of
               age
               ,
            
             
               Was
               tane
               ,
               and
               murdred
               straight
               by
               Edward
               in
               his
               rage
               :
            
             
               And
               shortly
               I
               my selfe
               to
               stint
               all
               further
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Stab'd
               with
               his
               brothers
               bloodie
               blade
               in
               prison
               lost
               my
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               heere
               the
               heauie
               haps
               which
               hapned
               me
               by
               heape
               ,
            
             
               See
               heere
               the
               pleasant
               fruits
               that
               many
               Princes
               reape
               ,
            
             
               The
               painfull
               plagues
               of
               those
               that
               breake
               their
               lawfull
               bands
               ,
            
             
               Their
               meed
               which
               may
               and
               will
               not
               saue
               their
               friends
               from
               bloodie
               hands
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               grant
               my
               woful
               haps
               ,
               too
               grieuous
               to
               rehearce
               ,
            
             
               May
               teach
               all
               States
               to
               know
               how
               deepely
               dangers
               pierce
               ,
            
             
               How
               fraile
               all
               honors
               are
               ,
               how
               brittle
               worldly
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               That
               warned
               through
               my
               fearefull
               fate
               they
               feare
               to
               do
               amisse
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             GEORGE
             PLANTAGENET
             THIRD
             SONNE
             OF
             THE
             DVKE
             OF
             Yorke
             ,
             was
             by
             his
             brother
             King
             Edward
             wrongfully
             imprisoned
             ,
             and
             by
             his
             brother
             Richard
             miserably
             
               murdered
               ,
               the
            
             11.
             
               of
               Ianuarie
               ,
               An.
               Dom.
            
             1478.
             
          
           
             
               THe
               fowle
               is
               foule
               men
               say
               ,
               that
               files
               the
               nest
               .
            
             
               Which
               makes
               me
               loth
               to
               speak
               now
               ,
               might
               I
               chuse
               ,
            
             
               But
               seeing
               time
               vnburdened
               hath
               her
               brest
               ,
            
             
               And
               fame
               blowne
               vp
               the
               blast
               of
               all
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               My
               silence
               rather
               might
               my
               life
               accuse
            
             
               Then
               shroud
               our
               shame
               ,
               though
               faine
               I
               would
               it
               so
               ,
            
             
               For
               truth
               will
               out
               ,
               although
               the
               world
               say
               no.
               
            
          
           
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               I
               do
               thee
               beseech
            
             
               To
               pause
               a
               while
               vpon
               my
               heauie
               plaint
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnneth
               though
               I
               vtter
               speedie
               speech
               ,
            
             
               No
               fault
               of
               wit
               nor
               folly
               makes
               me
               faint
               :
            
             
               No
               headie
               drinkes
               haue
               giuen
               my
               tongue
               attaint
            
             
               Through
               quaffing
               craft
               :
               Yet
               wine
               my
               wits
               confound
               ,
            
             
               Not
               that
               I
               dranke
               ,
               but
               wherein
               I
               was
               drown'd
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               Prince
               I
               am
               although
               I
               need
               not
               shew
               ,
            
             
               Because
               my
               wine
               bewrayes
               me
               by
               the
               smell
               :
            
             
               For
               neuer
               man
               was
               soust
               in
               Bacchus
               dew
            
             
               To
               death
               but
               I
               ,
               through
               Fortunes
               rigour
               fell
               :
            
             
               Yet
               that
               thou
               maist
               my
               storie
               better
               tell
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               declare
               as
               briefely
               as
               I
               may
               ,
            
             
               My
               wealth
               ,
               my
               woe
               ,
               and
               causers
               of
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               famous
               house
               surnam'd
               Plantagenet
               ,
            
             
               Whereat
               Dame
               Fortune
               frowardly
               did
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               While
               Bolenbroke
               vniustly
               sought
               to
               set
            
             
               His
               Lord
               King
               Richard
               quite
               beside
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               Though
               many
               a
               day
               it
               wanted
               due
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               God
               so
               prefer'd
               by
               prouidence
               and
               grace
               ,
            
             
               That
               lawfull
               heires
               did
               neuer
               faile
               the
               race
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               Lionel
               King
               Edwards
               eldest
               child
               ,
            
             
               Both
               Eame
               and
               heire
               to
               Richard
               issulesse
               ,
            
             
               Begot
               faire
               Philip
               hight
               ,
               whom
               vndefil'd
            
             
               The
               Earle
               of
               March
               espous'd
               ,
               and
               God
               did
               blesse
            
             
               With
               fruit
               assign'd
               the
               kingdome
               to
               possesse
               :
            
             
               I
               meane
               Sir
               
                 Roger
                 Mortimer
              
               ,
               whose
               heire
            
             
               The
               Earle
               of
               Cambridge
               maried
               Anne
               the
               faire
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Earle
               of
               Cambridge
               Richard
               clept
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               Was
               sonne
               to
               
                 Edmund
                 Langley
              
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               :
            
             
               Which
               Edmund
               was
               fift
               brother
               to
               the
               same
            
             
               Duke
               Lionel
               ,
               that
               all
               this
               line
               doth
               korke
               :
            
             
               Of
               which
               two
               houses
               ioyned
               in
               a
               forke
               ,
            
             
               My
               father
               Richard
               Prince
               Plantagenet
            
             
               True
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               was
               lawfull
               heire
               beget
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               tooke
               to
               wife
               as
               ye
               shall
               vnderstand
            
             
               A
               mayden
               of
               a
               noble
               house
               and
               old
               ,
            
             
               
                 Ralph
                 Neuils
              
               daughter
               Earle
               of
               Westmerland
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               sonne
               Earle
               Richard
               was
               ,
               a
               Baron
               bold
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               the
               right
               of
               Salisbury
               in
               hold
               ,
            
             
               Through
               mariage
               made
               with
               good
               Earle
               Thomas
               heire
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               earned
               praises
               neuer
               shall
               appaire
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Duke
               my
               father
               had
               by
               this
               his
               wife
            
             
               Foure
               sonnes
               ,
               of
               whom
               the
               eldest
               Edward
               hight
               ,
            
             
               The
               second
               Edmund
               ,
               who
               did
               lose
               his
               life
               ,
            
             
               At
               Wakefield
               slaine
               by
               Clyfford
               cruell
               Knight
               ,
            
             
               I
               George
               am
               third
               ,
               of
               Clarence
               Duke
               by
               right
               :
            
             
               The
               fourth
               borne
               to
               the
               mischiefe
               of
               vs
               all
               ,
            
             
               Was
               Glocesters
               Duke
               ,
               whom
               men
               did
               Richard
               call
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               as
               our
               fire
               in
               sute
               of
               right
               was
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               (
               VVhose
               life
               and
               death
               himselfe
               declared
               earst
               )
            
             
               My
               brother
               Edward
               plied
               his
               cause
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               got
               the
               Crowne
               as
               Warwicke
               hath
               rehearst
               :
            
             
               The
               pride
               whereof
               so
               deepe
               his
               stomacke
               pearst
            
             
               That
               he
               forgot
               his
               friends
               ,
               despis'd
               his
               kin
               ,
            
             
               Of
               oath
               or
               office
               passing
               not
               a
               pin
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhich
               made
               the
               Earle
               of
               Warwicke
               to
               maligne
            
             
               My
               brothers
               state
               ,
               and
               to
               attempt
               a
               way
            
             
               To
               bring
               from
               prison
               Henrie
               sillie
               King
               ,
            
             
               To
               helpe
               him
               to
               the
               kingdome
               if
               he
               may
               ,
            
             
               And
               knowing
               me
               to
               be
               the
               chiefest
               stay
            
             
               My
               brother
               had
               ,
               he
               did
               me
               vndermine
            
             
               To
               cause
               me
               to
               his
               treasons
               to
               encline
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhereto
               I
               was
               prepared
               long
               before
               ,
            
             
               My
               brother
               had
               been
               to
               me
               so
               vnkind
               :
            
             
               For
               sure
               no
               canker
               fretteth
               flesh
               so
               sore
               ,
            
             
               As
               vnkind
               dealing
               doth
               a
               louing
               mind
               .
            
             
               Loues
               strongest
               bands
               vnkindnes
               doth
               vnbind
               ,
            
             
               It
               moueth
               loue
               to
               malice
               ,
               zeale
               to
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Chiefe
               friends
               to
               foes
               ,
               and
               brethren
               to
               debate
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               though
               the
               Earle
               of
               Warwicke
               subtill
               fire
            
             
               Perceiu'd
               I
               bare
               a
               grudge
               against
               my
               brother
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               toward
               his
               feate
               to
               set
               me
               more
               on
               fire
               ,
            
             
               He
               kindled
               vp
               one
               firebrand
               with
               another
               :
            
             
               For
               knowing
               fancie
               was
               the
               forcing
               rother
            
             
               VVhich
               stirreth
               youth
               to
               any
               kind
               of
               strife
               ,
            
             
               He
               offered
               me
               his
               daughter
               to
               my
               wife
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Where
               through
               and
               with
               his
               craftie
               filed
               tongue
               ,
            
             
               He
               stole
               my
               heart
               that
               erst
               vnsteadie
               was
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               was
               witlesse
               ,
               wanton
               ,
               fond
               and
               yongue
               ,
            
             
               Whole
               bent
               to
               pleasure
               ,
               brittle
               as
               the
               glasse
               :
            
             
               I
               cannot
               lie
               ,
               
                 In
                 vino
                 veritas
              
               .
            
             
               I
               did
               esteeme
               the
               beautie
               of
               my
               bride
            
             
               Aboue
               my selfe
               and
               all
               the
               world
               beside
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               fond
               affections
               ioynt
               with
               lacke
               of
               skill
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               trap
               the
               heart
               ,
               and
               blind
               the
               eyes
               of
               youth
               ,
            
             
               And
               pricke
               the
               mind
               to
               practise
               any
               ill
               )
            
             
               So
               tickled
               me
               ,
               that
               void
               of
               kindly
               truth
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               if
               it
               want
               all
               wretchednesse
               ensueth
               )
            
             
               I
               stinted
               not
               to
               persecute
               my
               brother
               ,
            
             
               Till
               time
               he
               left
               his
               kingdome
               to
               another
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               carnall
               loue
               did
               quench
               the
               loue
               of
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Till
               lust
               were
               lost
               through
               fancie
               fully
               fed
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               at
               length
               I
               came
               vnto
               my
               mind
               ,
            
             
               I
               saw
               how
               leaudly
               lightnes
               had
               me
               led
               ,
            
             
               To
               seeke
               with
               paine
               the
               perill
               of
               my
               head
               :
            
             
               For
               had
               King
               Henrie
               once
               been
               setled
               sure
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               assur'd
               my
               daies
               could
               not
               endure
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               therefore
               though
               I
               bound
               my selfe
               with
               oath
            
             
               To
               helpe
               King
               Henrie
               all
               that
               ere
               I
               might
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               treatie
               of
               my
               brethren
               both
               ,
            
             
               Which
               reason
               granted
               to
               require
               but
               right
               ,
            
             
               I
               left
               his
               part
               ,
               whereby
               he
               perisht
               quite
               :
            
             
               And
               reconcil'd
               me
               to
               my
               brethren
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               came
               Edward
               to
               the
               Crowne
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               made
               my
               fire
               in
               law
               to
               fret
               and
               fume
               ,
            
             
               To
               stampe
               and
               stare
               ,
               and
               call
               me
               false
               forsworne
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               length
               with
               all
               his
               power
               presume
               ,
            
             
               To
               helpe
               King
               Henrie
               vtterly
               forlorne
               .
            
             
               Our
               friendly
               profers
               still
               he
               tooke
               in
               scorne
               ;
            
             
               Refused
               peace
               ,
               and
               came
               to
               Barnet
               field
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               was
               kill'd
               because
               he
               would
               not
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               His
               brother
               also
               there
               with
               him
               was
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               decayed
               the
               keyes
               of
               chiualrie
               :
            
             
               For
               neuer
               liu'd
               the
               matches
               of
               them
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               In
               manhood
               ,
               power
               ,
               and
               martiall
               policie
               ,
            
             
               In
               vertuous
               thewes
               ,
               and
               friendly
               constancie
               ,
            
             
               That
               would
               to
               God
               if
               it
               had
               been
               his
               will
            
             
               They
               might
               haue
               turn'd
               to
               vs
               and
               liued
               still
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               shall
               be
               shall
               be
               :
               there
               is
               no
               choyce
               ,
            
             
               Things
               needs
               must
               driue
               as
               destiny
               decreeth
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               we
               ought
               in
               all
               our
               haps
               reioyce
               ,
            
             
               Because
               the
               eye
               eterne
               all
               things
               foreseeth
            
             
               Which
               to
               no
               ill
               at
               any
               time
               agreeth
               ,
            
             
               For
               il's
               too
               ill
               to
               vs
               ,
               be
               good
               to
               it
               ,
            
             
               So
               far
               his
               skilles
               exceed
               our
               reach
               of
               wit.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               wounded
               man
               which
               must
               abide
               the
               smart
            
             
               Of
               stitching
               vp
               ,
               or
               searing
               of
               his
               sore
               ,
            
             
               As
               thing
               too
               bad
               ,
               reproues
               the
               Surgeons
               art
            
             
               Which
               notwithstanding
               doth
               his
               health
               restore
               :
            
             
               The
               child
               likewise
               to
               science
               plied
               sore
               ,
            
             
               Counts
               knowledge
               ill
               ,
               his
               teacher
               to
               be
               wood
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               Surgerie
               and
               sciences
               be
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               the
               patients
               griefe
               and
               schollers
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Cause
               them
               deeme
               bad
               such
               things
               as
               sure
               be
               best
               ,
            
             
               So
               want
               of
               wisdome
               causeth
               vs
               complaine
            
             
               Of
               euery
               hap
               ,
               whereby
               we
               seeme
               opprest
               :
            
             
               The
               poore
               do
               pine
               for
               pelfe
               ,
               the
               rich
               for
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               as
               losse
               or
               sickenesse
               vs
               assaile
            
             
               We
               curse
               our
               fate
               ,
               our
               fortune
               we
               bewaile
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               for
               our
               good
               ,
               God
               worketh
               euery
               thing
               :
            
             
               For
               through
               the
               death
               of
               these
               two
               noble
               Peeres
            
             
               My
               brother
               liu'd
               and
               raign'd
               a
               quiet
               King
               ,
            
             
               Who
               had
               they
               liu'd
               perchance
               in
               course
               of
               yeares
            
             
               Would
               haue
               deliuered
               Henrie
               from
               the
               breares
               ,
            
             
               Or
               holpe
               his
               sonne
               t'
               enioy
               the
               carefull
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               our
               line
               should
               haue
               been
               quite
               put
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               carefull
               Crowne
               it
               may
               be
               iustly
               named
               ,
            
             
               Not
               only
               for
               the
               cares
               thereto
               annext
               .
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               subiect
               well
               and
               duly
               framed
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               good
               care
               few
               Kings
               are
               greatly
               vext
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               the
               dred
               wherwith
               they
               are
               perplext
               ,
            
             
               Of
               losing
               Lordship
               ,
               liberty
               ,
               or
               life
               :
            
             
               Which
               wofull
               wracks
               in
               kingdoms
               happen
               rife
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               which
               to
               shun
               while
               some
               too
               sore
               haue
               sought
               ,
            
             
               They
               haue
               not
               sparde
               all
               persons
               to
               suspect
               :
            
             
               And
               to
               destroy
               such
               as
               they
               guilty
               thought
               ,
            
             
               Though
               no
               apparance
               proued
               them
               infect
               ,
            
             
               Take
               me
               for
               one
               of
               this
               wrong
               punisht
               sect
               ,
            
             
               Imprisond
               first
               ,
               accused
               without
               cause
               ,
            
             
               And
               done
               to
               death
               ,
               no
               processe
               had
               by
               lawes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherein
               I
               note
               how
               vengeance
               doth
               acquite
            
             
               Like
               ill
               for
               ill
               ,
               how
               vices
               vertue
               quell
               :
            
             
               For
               as
               my
               mariage
               loue
               did
               me
               excite
            
             
               Against
               the
               King
               my
               brother
               to
               rebell
               ,
            
             
               So
               loue
               to
               haue
               his
               children
               prosper
               well
               ,
            
             
               Prouoked
               him
               against
               both
               law
               and
               right
               ,
            
             
               To
               murder
               me
               ,
               his
               brother
               and
               his
               knight
               :
            
          
           
             
               For
               by
               his
               Queene
               two
               Pincelike
               sonnes
               he
               had
               ,
            
             
               Borne
               to
               be
               punisht
               for
               their
               parents
               sinne
               :
            
             
               Whose
               Fortunes
               calked
               made
               the
               father
               sad
               ,
            
             
               Such
               wofull
               haps
               were
               found
               to
               be
               therin
               :
            
             
               Which
               to
               auouch
               ,
               writ
               in
               a
               rotten
               skin
            
             
               A
               prophesie
               was
               found
               ,
               which
               said
               a
               G
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Edwards
               children
               should
               destruction
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Me
               to
               be
               G
               ,
               because
               my
               name
               was
               George
            
             
               My
               brother
               thought
               ,
               and
               therefore
               did
               me
               hate
               ,
            
             
               But
               woe
               be
               to
               the
               wicked
               heads
               that
               forge
            
             
               Such
               doubtfull
               dreames
               to
               breed
               vnkind
               debate
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               ,
               a
               Gleue
               ,
               a
               Gibbet
               ,
               Grate
               ,
               or
               Gate
               ,
            
             
               A
               Gray
               ,
               a
               Griffeth
               ,
               or
               a
               Gregory
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               George
               are
               written
               with
               a
               G.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               Such
               doubtfull
               riddles
               are
               no
               prophesies
               .
            
             
               For
               prophesies
               ,
               in
               writing
               though
               obscure
               ,
            
             
               Are
               plaine
               in
               sense
               ,
               the
               darke
               be
               very
               lies
               :
            
             
               What
               God
               foresheweth
               is
               euident
               and
               pure
               ,
            
             
               Truth
               is
               no
               Harold
               nor
               no
               Sophist
               sure
               :
            
             
               She
               noteth
               not
               mens
               names
               ,
               their
               shields
               nor
               creasts
               ,
            
             
               Though
               she
               compare
               them
               vnto
               birds
               and
               beasts
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               whom
               she
               doth
               foreshew
               shall
               raigne
               by
               force
               ,
            
             
               She
               tearmes
               a
               Wolfe
               ,
               a
               Dragon
               ,
               or
               a
               Beare
               :
            
             
               A
               wilfull
               Prince
               ,
               a
               rainelesse
               raging
               horse
               :
            
             
               A
               bold
               ,
               a
               Lion
               :
               a
               Coward
               much
               in
               feare
               ,
            
             
               A
               Hare
               or
               Hart
               :
               a
               craftie
               ,
               pricked
               eare
               :
            
             
               A
               leacherous
               ,
               a
               Bull
               ,
               a
               Goat
               ,
               a
               Foale
               :
            
             
               An
               vnderminer
               ,
               a
               Moldwarpe
               ,
               or
               a
               Mole
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               knowen
               beasts
               thus
               truth
               doth
               plaine
               declare
            
             
               VVhat
               men
               they
               be
               of
               whom
               she
               speakes
               before
               .
            
             
               And
               whoso
               can
               mens
               properties
               compare
               ,
            
             
               And
               marke
               what
               beast
               they
               do
               resemble
               more
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               soone
               discerne
               who
               is
               the
               griesly
               Bore
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               by
               beasts
               expresseth
               mens
               conditions
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               their
               badges
               ,
               Harolds
               superstitions
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               learned
               Merline
               whom
               God
               gaue
               the
               sprite
            
             
               To
               know
               and
               vtter
               Princes
               acts
               to
               come
               ,
            
             
               Like
               to
               the
               Iewish
               Prophets
               ,
               did
               recite
            
             
               In
               shade
               of
               beasts
               their
               doings
               all
               and
               some
               ,
            
             
               Expressing
               plaine
               by
               maners
               of
               the
               dome
               ,
            
             
               That
               Kings
               and
               Lords
               such
               properties
               should
               haue
            
             
               As
               haue
               the
               beasts
               whose
               name
               he
               to
               them
               gaue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               while
               the
               foolish
               did
               not
               well
               consider
               ,
            
             
               And
               seeing
               Princes
               gaue
               for
               difference
            
             
               And
               knowledge
               of
               their
               issues
               mixt
               together
               ,
            
             
               All
               maner
               beasts
               for
               badges
               of
               pretence
               ,
            
             
               There
               tooke
               those
               badges
               to
               expresse
               the
               sence
            
             
               Of
               Merlines
               mind
               ,
               and
               those
               that
               gaue
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               Princes
               noted
               by
               their
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               hereof
               sprang
               the
               false
               nam'd
               prophesies
               ,
            
             
               That
               go
               by
               letters
               ,
               ciphers
               ,
               armes
               or
               signes
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               all
               be
               foolish
               ,
               false
               ,
               and
               craftie
               lies
            
             
               Deuis'd
               by
               ghesse
               ,
               or
               guiles
               vntrue
               diuines
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               they
               saw
               that
               some
               of
               many
               lines
            
             
               Giue
               armes
               alike
               ,
               they
               wist
               not
               which
               was
               he
            
             
               VVhom
               Merline
               meant
               the
               noted
               beast
               to
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               all
               the
               brood
               of
               Warwickes
               gaue
               the
               Beare
               ,
            
             
               The
               Buckinghams
               do
               likewise
               giue
               the
               Swan
               :
            
             
               But
               which
               Beare-bearer
               should
               the
               Lion
               teare
            
             
               They
               were
               as
               wise
               as
               Goose
               the
               ferry
               man
               :
            
             
               Yet
               in
               their
               skill
               they
               seased
               not
               to
               scan
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               be
               deemed
               of
               the
               people
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Setforth
               their
               gloses
               vpon
               prophesies
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               whom
               they
               doubted
               openly
               to
               name
            
             
               They
               darkely
               tearm'd
               or
               by
               some
               letter
               ment
               ,
            
             
               For
               so
               they
               thought
               how
               ere
               the
               world
               did
               frame
               ,
            
             
               To
               keepe
               themselues
               from
               shame
               or
               being
               shent
               .
            
             
               For
               howsoeuer
               contrary
               it
               went
               ,
            
             
               They
               might
               expound
               their
               meaning
               otherwise
               ,
            
             
               As
               haps
               in
               things
               should
               newly
               still
               arise
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thus
               there
               grew
               of
               a
               mistaken
               truth
               ,
            
             
               An
               art
               so
               false
               as
               made
               the
               true
               suspect
               :
            
             
               Whereof
               hath
               come
               much
               mischiefe
               ,
               more
               the
               ruth
            
             
               That
               errors
               should
               our
               minds
               so
               much
               infect
               ,
            
             
               True
               Prophets
               haue
               oft
               foulely
               been
               reiect
               :
            
             
               The
               false
               which
               breed
               both
               murder
               war
               and
               strife
            
             
               Beleeu'd
               ,
               to
               losse
               of
               many
               a
               good
               mans
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               teach
               men
               to
               discerne
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               prophesies
               be
               false
               ,
               and
               which
               be
               true
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               a
               ground
               this
               lesson
               let
               them
               learne
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               be
               false
               which
               are
               deuised
               new
               .
            
             
               The
               age
               of
               things
               are
               iudged
               by
               the
               hue
               .
            
             
               All
               riddles
               made
               by
               letters
               ,
               names
               or
               armes
               ,
            
             
               Are
               yong
               and
               false
               ,
               far
               worse
               then
               witches
               charmes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               know
               thou
               musest
               at
               this
               lore
               of
               mine
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               no
               studient
               should
               haue
               learned
               it
               :
            
             
               And
               dost
               impute
               it
               to
               the
               fume
               of
               wine
            
             
               That
               stirres
               the
               tongue
               ,
               and
               sharpneth
               vp
               the
               wit.
            
             
               But
               heark
               ,
               a
               friend
               did
               teach
               me
               euery
               whit
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               of
               mine
               ,
               in
               all
               good
               knowledge
               rife
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               he
               guiltlesse
               lost
               his
               learned
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               man
               abode
               my
               seruant
               many
               a
               day
               ,
            
             
               And
               still
               in
               study
               set
               his
               whole
               delight
               :
            
             
               Which
               taught
               me
               more
               then
               I
               could
               beare
               away
            
             
               Of
               euery
               arte
               :
               and
               by
               his
               searching
               sight
            
             
               Of
               things
               to
               come
               he
               would
               foreshew
               as
               right
            
             
               As
               I
               rehearse
               the
               pageants
               that
               were
               past
               :
            
             
               Such
               perfectnes
               God
               gaue
               him
               at
               the
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               knew
               my
               brother
               Richard
               was
               the
               Bore
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               tusks
               should
               teare
               my
               brothers
               boies
               and
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               gaue
               me
               warning
               therof
               long
               before
               .
            
             
               But
               wit
               nor
               warning
               can
               in
               no
               degree
            
             
               Let
               things
               to
               hap
               ,
               which
               are
               ordaind
               to
               bee
               .
            
             
               Witnesse
               the
               painted
               Lionesse
               ,
               which
               slue
            
             
               A
               Prince
               emprisoned
               ,
               Lions
               to
               eschewe
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               told
               me
               eke
               my
               yoke-fellow
               should
               dy
               ,
            
             
               (
               Wherein
               would
               God
               he
               had
               been
               no
               diuine
               )
            
             
               And
               she
               being
               dead
               I
               should
               woo
               earnestly
            
             
               A
               spouse
               ,
               wherat
               my
               brother
               would
               repine
               ,
            
             
               And
               find
               the
               means
               she
               should
               be
               none
               of
               mine
               .
            
             
               For
               which
               such
               malice
               should
               among
               vs
               rise
               ,
            
             
               As
               saue
               my
               death
               no
               treaty
               should
               decise
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               he
               said
               ,
               so
               all
               things
               came
               to
               passe
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               King
               Henry
               and
               his
               sonne
               were
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               euery
               broile
               so
               throughly
               quenched
               was
               ,
            
             
               That
               then
               my
               brother
               quietly
               did
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               I
               ,
               reconciled
               to
               his
               loue
               againe
               ,
            
             
               In
               prosperous
               health
               did
               lead
               a
               quiet
               life
               ,
            
             
               For
               fiue
               yeares
               space
               with
               honours
               laden
               rife
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               to
               augment
               the
               fulnesse
               of
               my
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               Two
               louely
               children
               by
               my
               wife
               I
               had
               :
            
             
               But
               froward
               hap
               whose
               maner
               euer
               is
            
             
               In
               chiefest
               ioy
               to
               make
               the
               happie
               sad
               ,
            
             
               Bemixt
               my
               sweet
               with
               bitternes
               too
               bad
               :
            
             
               For
               while
               I
               swam
               in
               ioyes
               on
               euery
               side
               ,
            
             
               My
               louing
               wife
               ,
               my
               chiefest
               Iewel
               dide
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Whose
               lack
               when
               sole
               I
               had
               bewail'd
               a
               yeare
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Burgoines
               wife
               dame
               Margaret
            
             
               My
               louing
               sister
               willing
               me
               to
               cheere
               ,
            
             
               To
               wed
               againe
               did
               kindly
               me
               entreate
            
             
               And
               wish'd
               me
               matched
               with
               a
               maiden
               nete
            
             
               A
               step-daughter
               of
               hers
               ,
               Duke
               Charles
               his
               heire
               ,
            
             
               A
               noble
               damsell
               ,
               yong
               ,
               discreete
               and
               faire
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               whose
               desire
               because
               I
               did
               incline
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               my
               brother
               doubting
               my
               degree
            
             
               Through
               Prophesies
               ,
               against
               vs
               did
               repine
               :
            
             
               And
               at
               no
               hand
               would
               to
               our
               willes
               agree
               .
            
             
               For
               which
               such
               rancour
               pierst
               both
               him
               and
               mee
               ,
            
             
               That
               face
               to
               face
               we
               fell
               at
               flat
               defiance
               ,
            
             
               But
               were
               appeas'd
               by
               friends
               of
               our
               alliance
               :
            
          
           
             
               Howbeit
               my
               mariage
               vtterly
               was
               dasht
               :
            
             
               VVherein
               because
               my
               seruant
               said
               his
               mind
               ,
            
             
               A
               meane
               was
               sought
               whereby
               he
               might
               be
               lasht
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               for
               they
               could
               no
               crime
               against
               him
               find
               ,
            
             
               They
               forg'd
               a
               sault
               the
               peoples
               eyes
               to
               blind
               ,
            
             
               And
               told
               he
               should
               by
               sorceries
               pretend
            
             
               To
               bring
               the
               King
               vnto
               a
               speedie
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               all
               which
               points
               he
               was
               as
               innocent
            
             
               As
               is
               the
               babe
               that
               lacketh
               kindly
               breath
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               condemned
               by
               the
               Kings
               assent
               ,
            
             
               Most
               cruelly
               put
               to
               a
               shamefull
               death
               .
            
             
               This
               fir'd
               my
               heart
               ,
               as
               foulder
               doth
               the
               heath
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               I
               could
               not
               but
               exclame
               and
               crie
               ,
            
             
               Against
               so
               great
               and
               open
               iniurie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               this
               I
               was
               commanded
               to
               the
               Tower
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               my
               brother
               was
               so
               cruell
               harted
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               my
               brother
               Richard
               saw
               the
               hower
            
             
               Was
               come
               ,
               for
               which
               his
               hart
               so
               sore
               had
               smarted
               ,
            
             
               He
               thought
               it
               best
               take
               time
               before
               it
               parted
               .
            
             
               For
               he
               endeuour'd
               to
               attaine
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               From
               which
               my
               life
               must
               needs
               haue
               held
               him
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               though
               the
               King
               within
               a
               while
               had
               died
               ,
            
             
               As
               needs
               he
               must
               ,
               he
               surfaited
               so
               oft
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               haue
               had
               his
               children
               in
               my
               guide
               ,
            
             
               So
               Richard
               should
               beside
               the
               Crowne
               haue
               coft
               :
            
             
               This
               made
               him
               ply
               the
               while
               the
               wax
               was
               soft
               ,
            
             
               To
               finde
               a
               meane
               to
               bring
               me
               to
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               For
               realmrape
               spareth
               neither
               kin
               nor
               frend
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               he
               saw
               how
               reason
               can
               asswage
            
             
               Through
               length
               of
               time
               my
               brother
               Edwards
               ire
               ,
            
             
               With
               forged
               tales
               he
               set
               him
               newe
               in
               rage
               ,
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               last
               they
               did
               my
               death
               conspire
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               my
               truth
               sore
               troubled
               their
               desire
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               world
               did
               know
               mine
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               they
               agreed
               to
               charge
               me
               with
               offence
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               couertly
               within
               the
               Tower
               they
               calde
            
             
               A
               quest
               ,
               to
               giue
               such
               verdit
               as
               they
               should
               .
            
             
               Who
               what
               with
               feare
               and
               what
               with
               fauour
               thrald
               ,
            
             
               Durst
               not
               pronounce
               but
               as
               my
               brethren
               would
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               my
               false
               accusers
               neuer
               could
            
             
               Proue
               ought
               they
               said
               ,
               I
               guiltlesse
               was
               condemned
               :
            
             
               Such
               verdits
               passe
               where
               iustice
               is
               contemned
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               feate
               atchieud
               yet
               could
               they
               not
               for
               shame
            
             
               Cause
               me
               be
               kild
               by
               any
               common
               way
               ,
            
             
               But
               like
               a
               wolfe
               the
               tyrant
               Richard
               came
               ,
            
             
               (
               My
               brother
               ,
               nay
               my
               butcher
               I
               may
               say
               )
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Tower
               when
               all
               men
               were
               away
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               such
               as
               were
               prouided
               for
               the
               seate
               :
            
             
               Who
               in
               this
               wise
               did
               strangely
               me
               entreate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               His
               purpose
               was
               with
               a
               prepared
               string
            
             
               To
               strangle
               me
               :
               but
               I
               bestird
               me
               so
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               no
               force
               they
               could
               me
               therto
               bring
               ,
            
             
               Which
               caused
               him
               that
               purpose
               to
               forgo
               :
            
             
               Howbeit
               they
               bound
               me
               whether
               I
               would
               or
               no
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               But
               of
               Malmesey
               standing
               by
               ,
            
             
               New
               christned
               me
               because
               I
               should
               not
               cry
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               drownd
               I
               was
               ,
               yet
               for
               no
               due
               desert
               ,
            
             
               Except
               the
               zeale
               of
               Iustice
               be
               a
               crime
               :
            
             
               False
               prophecies
               bewitcht
               King
               Edwards
               hart
               ,
            
             
               My
               brother
               Richard
               to
               the
               Crowne
               would
               clime
               .
            
             
               Note
               these
               three
               causes
               in
               thy
               rufull
               rime
               ,
            
             
               And
               boldly
               say
               they
               did
               procure
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               death
               of
               deaths
               most
               strange
               and
               hard
               of
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               warne
               all
               Princes
               prophecies
               t'
               eschue
            
             
               That
               are
               too
               dark
               and
               doubtfull
               to
               be
               knowne
               :
            
             
               What
               God
               hath
               said
               ,
               that
               cannot
               but
               ensue
               ,
            
             
               Though
               all
               the
               world
               would
               haue
               it
               ouerthrowne
               ,
            
             
               When
               men
               suppose
               by
               fetches
               of
               their
               owne
            
             
               To
               fly
               their
               fate
               ,
               they
               further
               on
               the
               same
            
             
               Like
               quenching
               blasts
               which
               oft
               reuiue
               the
               flame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Will
               Princes
               therefore
               not
               to
               thinke
               by
               murder
            
             
               They
               may
               auoid
               what
               prophecies
               behight
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               their
               meanes
               their
               mischiefes
               they
               may
               furder
               ,
            
             
               And
               cause
               Gods
               vengeance
               heauier
               to
               alight
               :
            
             
               Woe
               worth
               the
               wretch
               that
               striues
               with
               Gods
               foresight
               .
            
             
               They
               are
               not
               wise
               ,
               but
               wickedly
               doe
               erre
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thinke
               ill
               deedes
               due
               destinies
               may
               barre
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               if
               we
               thinke
               that
               prophecies
               be
               true
               ,
            
             
               We
               must
               beleeue
               it
               cannot
               but
               betide
               ,
            
             
               Which
               God
               in
               them
               foresheweth
               shall
               ensue
               :
            
             
               For
               his
               decrees
               vnchanged
               doe
               abide
               .
            
             
               Which
               to
               be
               true
               my
               brethren
               both
               haue
               tried
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               wicked
               workes
               warne
               Princes
               to
               detest
               ,
            
             
               That
               others
               harmes
               may
               keepe
               them
               better
               blest
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             KING
             EDWARD
             THE
             FOVRTH
             THROVGH
             HIS
             SVRFETING
             and
             vntemperate
             life
             ,
             suddenly
             died
             in
             the
             middest
             of
             his
             prosperitie
             ,
             
               the
               ninth
               of
               Aprill
               ,
               Anno
            
             1483.
             
          
           
             
               
                 MIseremini
                 mei
              
               ye
               that
               be
               my
               friends
               ,
            
             
               This
               world
               hath
               form'd
               me
               downe
               to
               fall
               :
            
             
               How
               may
               I
               endure
               when
               that
               euery
               thing
               ends
               ?
            
             
               What
               creature
               is
               borne
               to
               be
               eternall
               ?
            
             
               Now
               there
               is
               no
               more
               but
               pray
               for
               me
               all
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               say
               I
               Edward
               that
               late
               was
               your
               King
               ,
            
             
               And
               twentie
               two
               yeares
               ruled
               this
               Imperiall
               ,
            
             
               Some
               vnto
               pleasure
               and
               some
               to
               no
               liking
               :
            
             
               Mercie
               I
               aske
               of
               my
               misdoing
               .
            
             
               What
               auaileth
               it
               friends
               to
               be
               my
               foe
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               I
               cannot
               resist
               ,
               nor
               amend
               your
               complaining
               ,
            
             
               
                 Quia
                 ecce
                 nunc
                 in
                 puluere
                 dormio
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               I
               sleepe
               now
               in
               mould
               as
               it
               is
               naturall
               ,
            
             
               As
               earth
               vnto
               earth
               hath
               his
               reuerture
               :
            
             
               What
               ordained
               God
               to
               be
               terrestriall
               ,
            
             
               Without
               recourse
               to
               the
               earth
               by
               nature
               ?
            
             
               Who
               to
               liue
               euer
               may
               himselfe
               assure
               ?
            
             
               What
               is
               it
               to
               trust
               to
               mutabilitie
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               that
               in
               this
               world
               nothing
               may
               endure
               .
            
             
               (
               For
               now
               am
               I
               gone
               that
               was
               late
               in
               prosperitie
               )
            
             
               To
               presume
               thereupon
               it
               is
               but
               vanitie
               .
            
             
               Not
               certaine
               ,
               but
               as
               a
               cherie
               faire
               full
               of
               wo.
            
             
               Raigned
               not
               I
               of
               late
               in
               great
               prosperitie
               ?
            
             
               
                 Et
                 ecce
                 nunc
                 in
                 puluere
                 dormio
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Where
               was
               in
               my
               life
               such
               an
               one
               as
               I
               ,
            
             
               While
               Lady
               Fortune
               had
               with
               me
               continuance
               :
            
             
               Granted
               not
               she
               me
               to
               haue
               victorie
               .
            
             
               In
               England
               to
               raigne
               and
               to
               contribute
               France
               ?
            
             
               She
               tooke
               me
               by
               the
               hand
               and
               led
               me
               a
               dance
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               her
               sugred
               lips
               on
               me
               she
               smiled
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               for
               dissembled
               countenance
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               beware
               till
               I
               was
               beguiled
               .
            
             
               Now
               from
               this
               world
               she
               hath
               me
               exiled
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               was
               lothest
               hence
               for
               to
               go
               ,
            
             
               And
               am
               in
               age
               (
               who
               saith
               )
               but
               a
               child
               ,
            
             
               
                 Et
                 ecce
                 nunc
                 in
                 puluere
                 dormio
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               I
               had
               enough
               ,
               I
               held
               me
               not
               content
               ,
            
             
               Without
               remembrance
               that
               I
               should
               die
               :
            
             
               And
               moreouer
               to
               encroch
               readie
               was
               I
               bent
               ,
            
             
               I
               knew
               not
               how
               long
               I
               should
               it
               occupie
               ,
            
             
               I
               made
               the
               Tower
               strong
               I
               wist
               not
               why
               .
            
             
               I
               knew
               not
               to
               whom
               I
               purchased
               Tartersoll
               .
            
             
               I
               mended
               Douer
               on
               the
               mountaine
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               London
               I
               prouoked
               to
               fortifie
               the
               wall
               .
            
             
               I
               made
               Notingham
               a
               place
               full
               royall
               .
            
             
               Windsore
               ,
               Eltam
               ,
               and
               many
               other
               mo
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               last
               I
               went
               from
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               
                 Et
                 ecce
                 nunc
                 in
                 puluere
                 dormio
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Where
               is
               now
               my
               conquest
               and
               victorie
               ?
            
             
               Where
               is
               my
               riches
               and
               royall
               array
               ?
            
             
               Where
               be
               my
               coursers
               and
               my
               horses
               hie
               ?
            
             
               Where
               is
               my
               mirth
               ,
               my
               solace
               ,
               and
               my
               play
               ?
            
             
               As
               vanitie
               to
               nought
               all
               is
               withered
               away
               :
            
             
               O
               Lady
               Bes
               long
               for
               me
               may
               you
               call
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               am
               departed
               vntill
               domes
               day
               :
            
             
               But
               loue
               you
               that
               Lord
               that
               is
               Soueraigne
               of
               all
               .
            
             
               Where
               be
               my
               Castles
               and
               buildings
               royall
               ?
            
             
               But
               Windsore
               alone
               now
               haue
               I
               no
               moe
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               Eton
               the
               prayers
               perpetuall
               ,
            
             
               
                 Et
                 ecce
                 nunc
                 in
                 puluere
                 dormio
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Why
               should
               a
               man
               be
               proud
               or
               presume
               high
               ?
            
             
               Saint
               Bernard
               thereof
               nobly
               doth
               treate
               ,
            
             
               Saying
               a
               man
               is
               but
               a
               sacke
               of
               stercorie
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               returne
               vnto
               wormes
               meat
               :
            
             
               Why
               ,
               what
               became
               of
               Alexander
               the
               great
               ?
            
             
               Or
               else
               of
               strong
               Sampson
               ,
               who
               can
               tell
               ?
            
             
               Were
               not
               wormes
               ordain'd
               their
               flesh
               to
               freat
               ?
            
             
               And
               of
               Salomon
               ,
               that
               was
               of
               wit
               the
               Well
               ,
            
             
               Absolon
               preferred
               his
               haire
               for
               to
               sell
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               for
               his
               beautie
               wormes
               eat
               him
               also
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               but
               late
               in
               honors
               did
               excell
               ,
            
             
               
                 Et
                 ecce
                 nunc
                 in
                 puluere
                 dormio
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               I
               haue
               played
               my
               pageant
               ,
               now
               am
               I
               past
               ,
            
             
               Ye
               wot
               well
               all
               I
               was
               of
               no
               great
               elde
               .
            
             
               Thus
               all
               things
               concluded
               shall
               be
               at
               the
               last
               ,
            
             
               When
               death
               approcheth
               then
               lost
               is
               the
               field
               :
            
             
               Then
               seeing
               the
               world
               me
               no
               longer
               vpheld
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               nought
               would
               conserue
               me
               heere
               in
               this
               place
               ;
            
             
               
                 In
                 manus
                 tuas
                 Domine
              
               my
               spirit
               vp
               I
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               Humblie
               beseeching
               thee
               O
               God
               of
               thy
               grace
               .
            
             
               O
               you
               courteous
               Commons
               your
               hearts
               embrace
            
             
               Benignely
               now
               to
               remember
               me
               also
               ,
            
             
               For
               right
               well
               you
               know
               your
               King
               I
               was
               :
            
             
               
                 Et
                 ecce
                 nunc
                 in
                 puluere
                 dormio
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             SIR
             ANTHONY
             WODVILE
             Lord
             Riuers
             and
             Scales
             ,
             gouernour
             of
             Prince
             EDVVARD
             ,
             was
             with
             his
             Nephew
             Lord
             
               Richard
               Gray
            
             and
             other
             
               causelesse
               imprisoned
               ,
               and
               cruelly
               murdered
               ,
               Anno
               ,
            
             1483.
             
          
           
             
               AS
               silly
               suiters
               letted
               by
               delayes
            
             
               To
               shew
               their
               Prince
               the
               meaning
               of
               their
               mind
               ,
            
             
               That
               long
               haue
               bought
               their
               brokers
               yeas
               and
               nayes
            
             
               And
               nere
               the
               nigher
               ,
               do
               daily
               wait
               to
               find
            
             
               The
               Princes
               grace
               ,
               from
               waightie
               affaires
               vntwind
               :
            
             
               Which
               time
               attain'd
               ,
               by
               attending
               all
               the
               yeare
               ,
            
             
               The
               wearied
               Prince
               will
               then
               no
               suiters
               heare
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               case
               was
               such
               not
               many
               daies
               ago
               .
            
             
               For
               after
               bruite
               had
               blazed
               all
               abroad
            
             
               That
               Baldwine
               through
               the
               aide
               of
               other
               mo
               ,
            
             
               Of
               fame
               or
               shame
               fall'n
               Princes
               would
               vnload
               ,
            
             
               Out
               from
               our
               graues
               we
               got
               without
               abode
               ,
            
             
               And
               preased
               forward
               with
               the
               rufull
               rout
               ,
            
             
               That
               sought
               to
               haue
               their
               doings
               boulted
               out
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               I
               had
               long
               tended
               for
               my
               turne
            
             
               To
               tell
               my
               tale
               ,
               as
               diuers
               other
               did
               :
            
             
               In
               hope
               I
               should
               no
               longer
               while
               soiourne
            
             
               But
               from
               my
               suits
               haue
               speedily
               been
               rid
               ,
            
             
               When
               course
               and
               place
               both
               orderly
               had
               bid
            
             
               Me
               shew
               my
               mind
               ,
               and
               I
               prepar'd
               to
               say
               ,
            
             
               The
               hearers
               paus'd
               ,
               arose
               ,
               and
               went
               their
               way
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               doubtfull
               doings
               draue
               me
               to
               my
               dumpes
               ,
            
             
               Vncertaine
               what
               should
               moue
               them
               so
               to
               do
               :
            
             
               I
               feared
               lest
               affections
               lothly
               lumpes
            
             
               Or
               inward
               grudge
               had
               driuen
               them
               thereto
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               wicked
               stings
               all
               stories
               truth
               vndo
               ,
            
             
               Oft
               causing
               good
               to
               be
               reported
               ill
               ,
            
             
               Or
               drown'd
               in
               suds
               of
               Laethes
               muddie
               swill
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               hitherto
               slie
               writers
               wilie
               wits
            
             
               Which
               haue
               engrossed
               Princes
               chiefe
               affaires
               ,
            
             
               Haue
               been
               like
               horses
               snaffled
               with
               the
               bits
            
             
               Of
               fancie
               ,
               feare
               ,
               or
               doubts
               full
               deepe
               despaires
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               raines
               enchained
               to
               the
               chiefest
               chaires
               ,
            
             
               Haue
               so
               been
               strain'd
               of
               those
               that
               bare
               the
               stroke
            
             
               That
               truth
               was
               forst
               to
               chow
               or
               else
               to
               choke
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               caused
               such
               as
               lothed
               loud
               to
               lie
               ,
            
             
               To
               passe
               with
               silence
               sundrie
               Princes
               liues
               .
            
             
               Lesse
               fault
               it
               is
               to
               leaue
               ,
               then
               leade
               awrie
               ,
            
             
               And
               better
               droun'd
               ,
               then
               euer
               bound
               in
               giues
               :
            
             
               For
               fatall
               fraud
               this
               world
               so
               fondly
               driues
               ,
            
             
               That
               whatsoeuer
               writers
               braines
               may
               brue
            
             
               Be
               it
               neuer
               so
               false
               ,
               at
               length
               is
               tane
               for
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               harme
               may
               hap
               by
               helpe
               of
               lying
               pens
               ,
            
             
               How
               written
               lies
               may
               leaudly
               be
               maintain'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               lothly
               rites
               ,
               the
               diuellish
               idoll
               dens
               ,
            
             
               With
               guiltlesse
               blood
               of
               vertuous
               men
               bestain'd
               ,
            
             
               Is
               such
               a
               proofe
               as
               all
               good
               hearts
               haue
               plain'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               taly
               grounds
               of
               stories
               throughly
               tries
               ,
            
             
               The
               death
               of
               Martyrs
               vengeance
               on
               it
               cries
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               freshest
               wits
               I
               know
               will
               soone
               be
               wearie
               ,
            
             
               In
               reading
               long
               what
               euer
               booke
               it
               bee
               ,
            
             
               Except
               it
               be
               vaine
               matter
               ,
               strange
               ,
               or
               merrie
               ,
            
             
               Well
               saust
               with
               lies
               ,
               and
               glared
               all
               with
               glee
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               which
               because
               no
               graue
               truth
               may
               agree
               ,
            
             
               The
               closest
               stile
               for
               stories
               is
               the
               meetest
               ,
            
             
               In
               rufull
               meanes
               the
               shortest
               forme
               is
               sweetest
               :
            
          
           
             
               And
               seeth
               the
               plaints
               alreadie
               by
               thee
               pen'd
               ,
            
             
               Are
               briefe
               enough
               ,
               the
               number
               also
               small
               ,
            
             
               The
               tediousnesse
               I
               thinke
               doth
               none
               offend
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               such
               as
               haue
               no
               lust
               to
               learne
               at
               all
               :
            
             
               Regard
               none
               such
               :
               no
               matter
               what
               they
               brall
               .
            
             
               Warne
               thou
               the
               warie
               lest
               they
               hap
               to
               stumble
               :
            
             
               As
               for
               the
               carelesse
               ,
               care
               not
               what
               they
               mumble
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               life
               is
               such
               as
               (
               if
               thou
               note
               it
               well
               )
            
             
               May
               cause
               the
               wittie
               wealthie
               to
               beware
               .
            
             
               For
               their
               sakes
               therefore
               plainly
               will
               I
               tell
               ,
            
             
               How
               false
               and
               cumbrous
               worldly
               honors
               are
               ,
            
             
               How
               cankred
               foes
               bring
               carelesse
               folke
               to
               care
               ,
            
             
               How
               tyrants
               suffered
               and
               not
               quell'd
               in
               time
               ,
            
             
               Do
               cut
               their
               throats
               that
               suffer
               them
               to
               clime
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               will
               I
               hide
               the
               chiefest
               point
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               wisest
               Rulers
               least
               of
               all
               regard
               ,
            
             
               That
               was
               and
               will
               be
               cause
               of
               many
               a
               fall
               .
            
             
               This
               cannot
               be
               too
               earnestly
               declar'd
               ,
            
             
               Because
               it
               is
               so
               seeld
               ,
               and
               slackly
               hard
               .
            
             
               Th
               abuse
               and
               scorning
               of
               Gods
               ordinances
               ,
            
             
               Is
               chiefest
               cause
               of
               care
               and
               wofull
               chances
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Gods
               holy
               orders
               highly
               are
               abused
            
             
               When
               men
               do
               change
               their
               ends
               for
               strange
               respects
               :
            
             
               They
               scorned
               are
               ,
               when
               they
               be
               cleane
               refused
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               they
               cannot
               serue
               our
               fond
               affects
               :
            
             
               The
               one
               our
               shame
               ,
               the
               other
               our
               sinne
               detects
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               a
               shame
               for
               Christians
               to
               abuse
               them
               ,
            
             
               But
               deadly
               sinne
               for
               scorners
               to
               refuse
               them
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               meane
               not
               this
               alonely
               of
               degrees
            
             
               Ordaind
               by
               God
               for
               peoples
               preseruation
               ,
            
             
               But
               of
               his
               law
               ,
               good
               orders
               ,
               and
               decrees
               ,
            
             
               Prouided
               for
               his
               creatures
               conseruation
               ;
            
             
               And
               specially
               the
               state
               of
               procreation
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               we
               here
               the
               number
               of
               them
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               Which
               shall
               in
               Heauen
               enioy
               eternall
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               only
               end
               why
               God
               ordained
               this
               ,
            
             
               Was
               for
               th'
               encreasing
               of
               that
               blessed
               number
            
             
               For
               whom
               he
               hath
               prepard
               eternall
               blisse
               .
            
             
               They
               that
               refuse
               it
               for
               the
               care
               or
               cumber
            
             
               Being
               apt
               thereto
               are
               in
               a
               sinfull
               slumber
               :
            
             
               No
               fond
               respect
               ,
               no
               vaine
               deuised
               vowes
            
             
               Can
               quit
               or
               bar
               what
               God
               in
               charge
               allowes
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               is
               not
               good
               for
               man
               to
               liue
               alone
            
             
               Said
               God
               :
               and
               therefore
               made
               he
               him
               a
               make
               :
            
             
               Sole
               life
               said
               Christ
               is
               granted
               few
               or
               none
               ,
            
             
               All
               seed-sheders
               are
               bound
               like
               wiues
               to
               take
               :
            
             
               Yet
               not
               for
               lust
               ,
               for
               lands
               ,
               or
               riches
               sake
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               beget
               and
               foster
               so
               their
               fruite
            
             
               That
               Heauen
               and
               Earth
               be
               stored
               with
               the
               suite
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               the
               state
               is
               damnably
               refused
            
             
               Of
               many
               apt
               and
               able
               thereunto
               ,
            
             
               So
               is
               it
               likewise
               wickedly
               abused
            
             
               Of
               all
               that
               vse
               it
               as
               they
               should
               not
               doe
               :
            
             
               Wherein
               are
               guilty
               all
               the
               greedy
               who
            
             
               For
               gaine
               ,
               for
               friendship
               ,
               lands
               ,
               or
               honours
               wed
               ,
            
             
               And
               these
               pollute
               the
               vndefiled
               bed
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               therfore
               God
               through
               iustice
               cannot
               cease
            
             
               To
               plague
               these
               faults
               with
               sundry
               sorts
               of
               whips
               :
            
             
               As
               disagreement
               ,
               healths
               or
               wealths
               decrease
               ,
            
             
               Or
               lothing
               sore
               the
               neuer
               liked
               lips
               .
            
             
               Disdiane
               also
               with
               rigour
               some
               times
               nips
            
             
               Presuming
               mates
               ,
               vnequally
               that
               match
               :
            
             
               Some
               bitter
               leauen
               sowers
               the
               musty
               batch
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               worldly
               folke
               account
               him
               very
               wise
            
             
               That
               hath
               the
               wit
               most
               wealthily
               to
               wed
               :
            
             
               By
               all
               meanes
               therefore
               alwaies
               we
               deuise
            
             
               To
               see
               our
               yssue
               rich
               in
               spousals
               sped
               .
            
             
               We
               buy
               and
               sell
               rich
               orphanes
               :
               babes
               scant
               bred
            
             
               Must
               marry
               ere
               they
               know
               what
               mariage
               meanes
               ,
            
             
               Boyes
               marry
               old
               trots
               ,
               old
               fooles
               wed
               yong
               queanes
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               call
               this
               wedding
               which
               in
               any
               wise
            
             
               Can
               bee
               no
               mariage
               ,
               but
               pollution
               plaine
               .
            
             
               A
               new
               found
               trade
               of
               humane
               merchandise
               ,
            
             
               The
               diuels
               net
               ,
               a
               filthy
               fleshly
               gaine
               :
            
             
               Of
               kinde
               and
               nature
               an
               vnnaturall
               staine
               ;
            
             
               A
               foule
               abuse
               of
               Gods
               most
               holy
               order
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               allow'd
               almost
               in
               euery
               border
               .
            
          
           
             
               Would
               God
               I
               were
               the
               last
               that
               shall
               haue
               cause
            
             
               Against
               this
               creeping
               canker
               to
               complaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               men
               would
               so
               regard
               their
               makers
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               would
               leaue
               the
               leaudnesse
               of
               their
               braine
               ,
            
             
               That
               holy
               orders
               holy
               might
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               our
               respects
               in
               wedding
               should
               not
               choke
            
             
               The
               end
               and
               fruite
               of
               Gods
               most
               holy
               yoke
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Sage
               King
               Solon
               after
               that
               he
               saw
            
             
               What
               mischiefes
               follow
               missought
               mariages
               ,
            
             
               To
               barre
               all
               baits
               ,
               established
               this
               law
               :
            
             
               No
               friend
               nor
               father
               shall
               giue
               heritages
               ,
            
             
               Coine
               ,
               cattell
               ,
               stuffe
               ,
               or
               other
               carriages
            
             
               With
               any
               maid
               for
               dowry
               or
               wedding
               sale
               ,
            
             
               By
               any
               meane
               ,
               on
               paine
               of
               banning
               bale
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Had
               this
               good
               law
               in
               England
               been
               in
               force
               ,
            
             
               My
               fire
               had
               not
               so
               cruelly
               been
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               My
               brother
               had
               not
               causelesse
               lost
               his
               corps
               ,
            
             
               Our
               mariage
               had
               not
               bred
               vs
               such
               disdaine
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               had
               lack'd
               great
               part
               of
               grieuous
               paine
               :
            
             
               VVe
               wedded
               wiues
               for
               dignitie
               and
               lands
               ,
            
             
               And
               left
               our
               liues
               in
               enuies
               bloodie
               hands
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               father
               hight
               Sir
               
                 Richard
                 Woduile
              
               :
               he
            
             
               Espoused
               Bedford
               Duchesse
               ,
               and
               by
               her
            
             
               Had
               issue
               males
               my
               brother
               Iohn
               ,
               and
               me
            
             
               Call'd
               Anthony
               :
               King
               Edward
               did
               prefer
            
             
               Vs
               far
               aboue
               the
               state
               wherein
               we
               were
               :
            
             
               He
               '
               spous'd
               our
               sister
               Elizabeth
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               Sir
               
                 Iohn
                 Gray
              
               made
               widow
               by
               his
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               glad
               were
               we
               ,
               thinke
               you
               ,
               of
               this
               alliance
               ?
            
             
               So
               neerely
               coupled
               with
               so
               great
               a
               King.
            
             
               VVho
               durst
               with
               any
               of
               vs
               be
               at
               defiance
            
             
               Thus
               made
               of
               might
               the
               mightiest
               to
               wring
               ?
            
             
               But
               fie
               ,
               what
               cares
               do
               highest
               honors
               bring
               ?
            
             
               VVhat
               carelesnesse
               our selues
               or
               friends
               to
               know
               ?
            
             
               VVhat
               spite
               and
               enuie
               both
               of
               high
               and
               low
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Because
               the
               King
               had
               made
               our
               sister
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               It
               was
               his
               honor
               to
               prefer
               her
               kin
               :
            
             
               And
               sith
               the
               readiest
               way
               (
               as
               wisest
               weene
               )
            
             
               VVas
               first
               by
               wedding
               wealthie
               heires
               to
               win
               ,
            
             
               It
               pleas'd
               the
               Prince
               by
               like
               meane
               to
               begin
               :
            
             
               To
               me
               he
               gaue
               the
               rich
               Lord
               Scales
               his
               heire
               ,
            
             
               A
               vertuous
               maid
               ,
               in
               my
               mind
               very
               faire
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               ioyned
               to
               my
               brother
               Iohn
               ,
               the
               old
            
             
               Duches
               of
               Northfolke
               notable
               of
               fame
               .
            
             
               My
               nephew
               Thomas
               (
               who
               had
               in
               his
               hold
            
             
               The
               honor
               and
               right
               of
               Marquise
               Dorsets
               name
               )
            
             
               Espoused
               Cicelie
               a
               right
               wealthie
               dame
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               Bonuiles
               heire
               :
               by
               whom
               he
               was
               possest
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               rights
               where
               through
               that
               house
               was
               blest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               honours
               that
               my
               Sire
               attaind
               were
               diuers
               ,
            
             
               First
               Chamberlaine
               ,
               then
               Constable
               he
               was
               :
            
             
               I
               doe
               omit
               the
               gainfullest
               ,
               Earle
               Riuers
               .
            
             
               Thus
               glistred
               we
               to
               glory
               cleere
               as
               glasse
               .
            
             
               Such
               miracles
               can
               Princes
               bring
               to
               passe
            
             
               Among
               their
               lieges
               whom
               they
               mind
               to
               heaue
            
             
               To
               honours
               false
               ,
               who
               all
               their
               guests
               deceiue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Honours
               are
               like
               that
               cruell
               King
               of
               Thrace
               ,
            
             
               With
               new
               come
               guests
               that
               fed
               his
               hungry
               horses
               :
            
             
               Or
               like
               the
               tyrant
               Busiris
               ,
               whose
               grace
            
             
               Offred
               his
               Gods
               all
               strangers
               strangled
               corses
               .
            
             
               To
               forrenners
               so
               hard
               false
               honors
               force
               is
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               her
               bourders
               ,
               strangers
               either
               geasts
            
             
               She
               spoiles
               to
               feede
               her
               Gods
               and
               greedy
               beasts
               .
            
          
           
             
               Her
               Gods
               be
               those
               whom
               God
               by
               law
               or
               lot
               ,
            
             
               Or
               kinde
               by
               birth
               doth
               place
               in
               highest
               roomes
               ,
            
             
               Her
               beasts
               be
               such
               as
               greedily
               haue
               got
            
             
               Office
               or
               charge
               to
               guide
               the
               silly
               groomes
               .
            
             
               These
               officers
               in
               law
               or
               charge
               are
               broomes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               sweep
               away
               the
               sweet
               from
               simple
               wretches
               ,
            
             
               And
               spoile
               th'
               enriched
               by
               their
               crafty
               fetches
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               plucke
               downe
               those
               whom
               Princes
               set
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               By
               wresting
               lawes
               ,
               and
               false
               conspiracies
               :
            
             
               Yea
               Kings
               themselues
               by
               these
               are
               spoiled
               oft
               .
            
             
               When
               wilfull
               Princes
               carelesly
               despise
            
             
               To
               heare
               th'
               oppressed
               peoples
               heauy
               cries
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               will
               correct
               their
               polling
               theeues
               ,
               then
               God
            
             
               Doth
               make
               those
               reues
               the
               reckles
               Princes
               rod.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               second
               Richard
               is
               a
               proofe
               of
               this
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               crafty
               Lawyers
               by
               their
               lawes
               deposed
               .
            
             
               Another
               patern
               good
               King
               Henry
               is
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               right
               by
               them
               hath
               diuersly
               beene
               glosed
               ,
            
             
               Good
               while
               he
               grew
               ,
               bad
               when
               he
               was
               vnrosed
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               they
               sodred
               these
               and
               diuers
               other
               ,
            
             
               With
               like
               deceit
               they
               vsde
               the
               King
               my
               brother
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               While
               he
               preuail'd
               they
               said
               he
               owed
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               All
               lawes
               and
               rights
               agreed
               with
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               by
               drifts
               hee
               seemed
               to
               be
               downe
               ,
            
             
               All
               lawes
               and
               right
               extremely
               did
               him
               blame
               ,
            
             
               Nought
               saue
               vsurping
               traytour
               was
               his
               name
               .
            
             
               So
               constantly
               the
               Iudges
               construe
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               agree
               still
               with
               the
               stronger
               cause
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               (
               as
               I
               said
               )
               and
               other
               like
               in
               charge
            
             
               Are
               honours
               horses
               ,
               whom
               shee
               feedes
               with
               gests
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               whom
               Princes
               frankly
               doe
               enlarge
            
             
               With
               dignities
               ,
               these
               barke
               at
               in
               their
               brests
               ,
            
             
               Their
               spite
               ,
               their
               might
               ,
               their
               falsehood
               neuer
               rests
            
             
               Till
               they
               deuour
               them
               ,
               sparing
               neither
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               lim
               ,
               ne
               life
               ,
               and
               all
               to
               get
               their
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Earle
               of
               Warwicke
               was
               a
               pransing
               courser
               ,
            
             
               The
               hauty
               heart
               of
               his
               could
               beare
               no
               mate
               :
            
             
               Our
               wealth
               through
               him
               waxt
               many
               a
               time
               the
               worser
               ,
            
             
               So
               cankardly
               he
               had
               our
               kin
               in
               hate
               .
            
             
               He
               troubled
               oft
               the
               Kings
               vnsteady
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               because
               he
               would
               not
               be
               his
               ward
            
             
               To
               wed
               and
               worke
               as
               he
               should
               list
               award
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               spited
               vs
               because
               we
               were
               preferd
            
             
               By
               mariage
               to
               dignities
               so
               great
               ,
            
             
               But
               craftily
               his
               malice
               he
               deferd
            
             
               Till
               traytorously
               he
               found
               meanes
               to
               entreate
            
             
               Our
               brother
               of
               Clarence
               to
               assist
               his
               feate
               :
            
             
               Whom
               when
               he
               had
               by
               mariage
               to
               him
               bound
               ,
            
             
               Then
               wrought
               he
               straight
               our
               linage
               to
               confound
               .
            
          
           
             
               Through
               slanderous
               brutes
               he
               brued
               many
               a
               broile
            
             
               Throughout
               the
               Realme
               ,
               against
               the
               King
               my
               brother
               ,
            
             
               And
               raised
               trayterous
               rebels
               thirsting
               spoile
            
             
               To
               murder
               men
               :
               of
               whom
               among
               all
               other
            
             
               Robin
               of
               Kiddesdale
               many
               a
               soule
               did
               smother
               ,
            
             
               His
               rascall
               rable
               at
               my
               father
               wroth
            
             
               Tooke
               sire
               and
               sonne
               ,
               and
               quicke
               beheaded
               both
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               heynous
               act
               although
               the
               King
               detested
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               was
               he
               faine
               to
               pardon
               :
               for
               the
               rout
            
             
               Of
               rebels
               all
               the
               Realme
               so
               sore
               infested
               ,
            
             
               That
               euery
               way
               assaild
               ,
               he
               stood
               in
               doubt
               :
            
             
               And
               though
               he
               were
               of
               courage
               high
               and
               stout
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               he
               assaid
               by
               faire
               meanes
               to
               asswage
            
             
               His
               enemies
               ire
               ,
               reueld
               by
               rebels
               rage
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               Warwicke
               was
               not
               pacified
               thus
               ,
            
             
               His
               constant
               rancour
               causeles
               was
               extreme
               ,
            
             
               No
               meane
               could
               serue
               the
               quarell
               to
               discus
               ,
            
             
               Till
               he
               had
               driuen
               the
               King
               out
               of
               the
               Realme
               .
            
             
               Nor
               would
               he
               then
               be
               waked
               from
               his
               dreame
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               my
               brother
               was
               come
               and
               plac'd
               againe
               ,
            
             
               He
               stinted
               not
               till
               he
               was
               stoutly
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               grew
               the
               King
               and
               Realme
               to
               quiet
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Our
               stocke
               and
               friends
               still
               stying
               higher
               and
               higher
               :
            
             
               The
               Queene
               with
               children
               fruitfully
               was
               blest
               :
            
             
               I
               gouernd
               them
               ,
               it
               was
               the
               Kings
               desier
               .
            
             
               This
               set
               their
               vncles
               furiously
               on
               fier
               ,
            
             
               That
               we
               the
               Queenes
               bloud
               were
               assignd
               to
               gouern
            
             
               The
               Prince
               ,
               not
               they
               ,
               the
               Kings
               owne
               bloud
               and
               brethren
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               causde
               the
               Duke
               of
               Clarence
               so
               to
               chafe
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               King
               he
               brainelesse
               fell
               at
               bate
               :
            
             
               The
               Counsaile
               warily
               to
               keepe
               him
               safe
               .
            
             
               From
               raising
               tumults
               as
               he
               did
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               Imprisoned
               him
               :
               where
               through
               his
               brothers
               hate
            
             
               He
               was
               condemnd
               ,
               and
               murdered
               in
               such
               sort
            
             
               As
               he
               himselfe
               hath
               truly
               made
               report
               .
            
          
           
             
               Was
               none
               abhord
               these
               mischiefs
               more
               then
               I
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               could
               I
               not
               be
               therewith
               discontented
               ,
            
             
               Considering
               that
               his
               rancour
               toucht
               mee
               ny
               :
            
             
               Els
               would
               my
               conscience
               neuer
               haue
               consented
            
             
               To
               wish
               him
               harme
               ,
               could
               he
               haue
               beene
               contented
               .
            
             
               But
               feare
               of
               hurt
               ,
               for
               sauegard
               of
               out
               state
            
             
               Doth
               cause
               more
               mischiefe
               then
               desert
               or
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Such
               is
               the
               state
               that
               many
               wish
               to
               beare
               ,
            
             
               That
               or
               we
               must
               with
               others
               bloud
               be
               staind
               ,
            
             
               Or
               leade
               our
               liues
               continually
               in
               feare
               .
            
             
               You
               mounting
               mindes
               behold
               here
               what
               is
               gaind
            
             
               By
               coumbrous
               honour
               ,
               painfully
               attaind
               :
            
             
               A
               damned
               soule
               for
               murdring
               them
               that
               hate
               you
               ,
            
             
               Or
               doubtfull
               life
               ,
               in
               danger
               lest
               they
               mate
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               cause
               (
               I
               thinke
               )
               why
               some
               of
               high
               degree
            
             
               Do
               deadly
               hate
               all
               seekers
               to
               ascend
               ,
            
             
               Is
               this
               :
               The
               clowne
               contented
               can
               not
               be
            
             
               With
               any
               state
               ,
               till
               time
               he
               apprehend
            
             
               The
               highest
               top
               :
               for
               therto
               climers
               tend
               :
            
             
               Which
               seldome
               is
               attaind
               without
               the
               wracke
            
             
               Of
               those
               betweene
               that
               stay
               and
               beare
               him
               back
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               saue
               themselues
               they
               therfore
               are
               compeld
            
             
               To
               hate
               such
               climers
               ,
               and
               with
               wit
               and
               power
            
             
               To
               compasse
               meanes
               where
               through
               they
               may
               be
               queld
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               they
               ascend
               their
               honours
               to
               deuoure
               .
            
             
               This
               causd
               the
               Duke
               of
               Clarence
               frowne
               and
               lowre
            
             
               At
               me
               and
               other
               ,
               whom
               the
               King
               promoted
            
             
               To
               dignities
               :
               wherein
               he
               madly
               doted
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               seeing
               we
               were
               his
               deare
               allied
               frends
               ,
            
             
               Our
               furtherance
               should
               rather
               haue
               made
               him
               glad
            
             
               Then
               enmy-like
               to
               wish
               our
               wofull
               ends
               .
            
             
               We
               were
               the
               neerest
               kinsfolk
               that
               he
               had
               .
            
             
               We
               ioyed
               with
               him
               ,
               his
               sorow
               made
               vs
               sad
               :
            
             
               But
               he
               esteem'd
               so
               much
               his
               painted
               sheath
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               disdaind
               the
               loue
               of
               all
               beneath
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               see
               how
               sharply
               God
               reuengeth
               sinne
               :
            
             
               As
               he
               maligned
               me
               and
               many
               other
            
             
               His
               faithfull
               friends
               ,
               and
               kindest
               of
               his
               kin
               ,
            
             
               So
               Richard
               Duke
               of
               Glocester
               his
               owne
               brother
               ,
            
             
               Maligned
               him
               and
               beastly
               did
               him
               smother
               ,
            
             
               A
               diuellish
               deed
               ,
               a
               most
               vnkindly
               part
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               iust
               reuenge
               for
               his
               vnnaturall
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Although
               this
               brother-queller
               ,
               tyrant
               fell
            
             
               Enuide
               our
               state
               as
               much
               and
               more
               then
               he
               :
            
             
               Yet
               did
               his
               cloaking
               flattery
               so
               excell
            
             
               To
               all
               our
               friends
               ward
               ,
               chiefly
               vnto
               mee
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               appear'd
               our
               trustie
               stay
               to
               bee
               :
            
             
               For
               outwardly
               he
               wrought
               our
               state
               to
               furder
               ,
            
             
               Where
               inwardly
               hee
               minded
               nought
               saue
               murder
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               in
               appearance
               who
               but
               I
               was
               blest
               ?
            
             
               The
               chiefest
               honours
               heaped
               on
               my
               head
               :
            
             
               Belou'd
               of
               all
               ,
               enioying
               quiet
               rest
               .
            
             
               The
               forward
               Prince
               by
               me
               alone
               was
               led
               ,
            
             
               A
               noble
               impe
               ,
               to
               all
               good
               vertues
               bred
               :
            
             
               The
               King
               my
               Liege
               without
               my
               counsaile
               knowne
            
             
               Agreed
               nought
               :
               though
               wisest
               were
               his
               owne
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               quiet
               blisse
               in
               no
               state
               lasteth
               long
            
             
               Assailed
               still
               by
               mischief
               many
               waies
               :
            
             
               Whose
               spoyling
               battrie
               glowing
               hote
               and
               strong
               ,
            
             
               No
               flowing
               wealth
               ,
               no
               force
               nor
               wisdome
               staies
               ,
            
             
               Her
               smoakles
               powder
               beaten
               souldiers
               slaies
               .
            
             
               By
               open
               force
               foule
               mischiefe
               oft
               preuailes
               ,
            
             
               By
               secret
               sleight
               ,
               she
               seeld
               her
               purpose
               failes
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               was
               bent
               too
               much
               to
               foolish
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               In
               banqueting
               he
               had
               so
               great
               delight
               :
            
             
               This
               made
               him
               grow
               in
               grossenesse
               out
               of
               measure
               ,
            
             
               Which
               ,
               as
               it
               kindleth
               carnall
               appetite
               ,
            
             
               So
               quencheth
               it
               the
               liuelines
               of
               sprite
               .
            
             
               Whereof
               ensue
               such
               sicknes
               and
               diseases
            
             
               As
               none
               can
               cure
               saue
               death
               that
               all
               displeases
               .
            
          
           
             
               Through
               this
               fault
               furdered
               by
               his
               brothers
               fraud
            
             
               (
               Now
               God
               forgiue
               me
               if
               I
               iudge
               amisse
               )
            
             
               Or
               through
               that
               beast
               his
               ribald
               or
               his
               baud
            
             
               That
               larded
               still
               these
               sinfull
               lusts
               of
               his
               ,
            
             
               He
               sodainely
               forsooke
               all
               worldly
               blisse
               .
            
             
               That
               loathed
               leach
               ,
               that
               neuer
               welcome
               death
               ,
            
             
               Through
               Spasmous
               humours
               stopped
               vp
               his
               breath
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               That
               time
               lay
               I
               at
               Ludloe
               Wales
               his
               border
               ,
            
             
               For
               with
               the
               Prince
               the
               King
               had
               sent
               me
               thither
            
             
               To
               stay
               the
               robberies
               ,
               spoile
               ,
               and
               foule
               disorder
            
             
               Of
               diuers
               outlawes
               gathered
               there
               together
               :
            
             
               Whose
               banding
               tended
               no
               man
               wist
               well
               whither
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               these
               by
               wisdome
               safely
               were
               suppressed
               ,
            
             
               Came
               wofull
               newes
               ,
               our
               soueraigne
               was
               deceassed
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               griefe
               whereof
               when
               reason
               had
               asswaged
               ,
            
             
               Because
               the
               Prince
               remained
               in
               my
               guide
               ,
            
             
               For
               his
               defence
               great
               store
               of
               men
               I
               waged
               ,
            
             
               Doubting
               the
               stormes
               which
               at
               such
               time
               betide
               .
            
             
               But
               while
               I
               there
               thus
               warely
               did
               prouide
               ,
            
             
               Commandement
               came
               to
               send
               them
               home
               againe
            
             
               And
               bring
               the
               King
               thēce
               with
               his
               houshold
               traine
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               charge
               sent
               from
               the
               Counsell
               and
               the
               Queene
            
             
               Though
               much
               against
               my
               minde
               I
               beast
               obayed
               :
            
             
               The
               diuell
               himselfe
               wrought
               all
               the
               drift
               I
               weene
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               would
               haue
               innocents
               betraied
               :
            
             
               For
               ere
               the
               King
               were
               halfe
               his
               way
               conuayed
               ,
            
             
               A
               sort
               of
               traytors
               falsly
               him
               betrapt
            
             
               I
               caught
               afore
               ,
               and
               close
               in
               prison
               clapt
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Glocester
               that
               in
               carnate
               deuill
            
             
               Confedred
               with
               the
               Duke
               of
               Buckingham
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               eke
               Lord
               Hastings
               ,
               hasty
               both
               to
               euill
            
             
               To
               meete
               the
               King
               in
               mourning
               habit
               came
               ,
            
             
               (
               A
               cruell
               VVolfe
               though
               clothed
               like
               a
               Lambe
               )
            
             
               And
               at
               Northampton
               ,
               where
               as
               then
               I
               baited
               ,
            
             
               They
               toke
               their
               Inne
               as
               they
               on
               me
               had
               waited
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               that
               night
               at
               Stonystratford
               lay
               ,
            
             
               A
               towne
               too
               small
               to
               harbour
               all
               his
               traine
               :
            
             
               This
               was
               the
               cause
               why
               he
               was
               gone
               away
            
             
               VVhile
               I
               with
               other
               did
               behind
               remaine
               .
            
             
               But
               will
               you
               see
               how
               falsly
               friends
               can
               faine
               ?
            
             
               Not
               Synon
               sly
               ,
               whose
               fraud
               best
               fame
               rebukes
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               halfe
               so
               suttle
               as
               these
               double
               Dukes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               First
               to
               mine
               Inne
               commeth
               in
               my
               brother
               false
               ,
            
             
               Embraceth
               me
               :
               well
               met
               good
               brother
               Scales
               ,
            
             
               And
               weepes
               withall
               :
               the
               other
               me
               enhalse
            
             
               With
               welcome
               cosin
               ,
               now
               welcome
               out
               of
               Wales
               :
            
             
               O
               happie
               day
               ,
               for
               now
               all
               stormie
               gales
            
             
               Of
               strife
               and
               rancour
               vtterly
               are
               swaged
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               our
               owne
               to
               liue
               or
               die
               vnwaged
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               proferd
               seruice
               saust
               with
               salutations
            
             
               Immoderate
               ,
               might
               cause
               me
               to
               suspect
               :
            
             
               For
               commonly
               in
               all
               dissimulations
            
             
               Th'
               excesse
               of
               glauering
               doth
               the
               guile
               detect
               :
            
             
               Reason
               refuseth
               falsehood
               to
               direct
               :
            
             
               The
               will
               therefore
               for
               feare
               of
               being
               spide
            
             
               Exceedeth
               meane
               ,
               because
               it
               wanteth
               guide
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               is
               the
               cause
               why
               such
               as
               faine
               to
               weepe
            
             
               Do
               houle
               outright
               ,
               or
               wailing
               crie
               ah
               ,
               ah
               ,
            
             
               Tearing
               themselues
               ,
               and
               straining
               sighes
               most
               deepe
               :
            
             
               Why
               such
               dissemblers
               as
               would
               seeme
               to
               laugh
            
             
               Breath
               not
               tihhee
               ,
               but
               bray
               out
               ,
               hah
               hah
               hah
               :
            
             
               Why
               beggers
               faining
               brauery
               are
               the
               proud'st
               ,
            
             
               Why
               cowards
               bragging
               boldnesse
               ,
               wrangle
               loud'st
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               commonly
               all
               that
               do
               counterfeat
            
             
               In
               any
               thing
               ,
               exceed
               the
               naturall
               meane
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               for
               feare
               of
               failing
               in
               their
               feat
               .
            
             
               But
               these
               conspirers
               couched
               all
               so
               cleane
            
             
               Through
               close
               demeanour
               ,
               that
               their
               wiles
               did
               weane
            
             
               My
               heart
               from
               doubts
               ,
               so
               many
               a
               false
               deuice
            
             
               They
               forged
               fresh
               ,
               to
               hide
               their
               enterprise
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               supt
               with
               me
               ,
               propounding
               friendly
               talke
            
             
               Of
               our
               affaires
               ,
               still
               giuing
               me
               the
               prayse
               :
            
             
               And
               euer
               among
               the
               cups
               to
               me
               ward
               walke
               :
            
             
               I
               drinke
               to
               you
               good
               Cuz
               each
               traytour
               sayes
               .
            
             
               Our
               banquet
               done
               ,
               when
               they
               should
               go
               their
               waies
            
             
               They
               took
               their
               leaue
               ,
               oft
               wishing
               me
               good
               night
               ,
            
             
               As
               heartily
               as
               any
               creature
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               noble
               heart
               they
               say
               is
               Lion
               like
               ,
            
             
               It
               cannot
               couch
               ,
               dissemble
               ,
               crouch
               ,
               nor
               faine
               .
            
             
               How
               villanous
               were
               these
               ,
               and
               how
               vnlike
               ?
            
             
               Of
               noble
               stocke
               the
               most
               ignoble
               staine
               .
            
             
               Their
               woluish
               hearts
               ,
               their
               trayterous
               foxly
               braine
            
             
               Or
               proue
               them
               base
               ,
               of
               rascall
               race
               engendred
               ,
            
             
               Or
               from
               hault
               linage
               bastard
               like
               degendred
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               polling
               heads
               as
               praise
               for
               prudent
               policie
            
             
               False
               practises
               ,
               I
               wish
               were
               pact
               on
               poles
               :
            
             
               I
               meane
               the
               bastard
               law-brood
               ,
               which
               can
               mollifie
            
             
               All
               kind
               of
               causes
               in
               their
               craftie
               noles
               .
            
             
               These
               vndermine
               all
               vertue
               ,
               blind
               as
               Moles
               ,
            
             
               They
               bolster
               wrong
               ,
               they
               racke
               and
               straine
               the
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               prayse
               for
               law
               both
               malice
               ,
               fraud
               ,
               and
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               quench
               the
               worthie
               flames
               of
               noble
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Prouoking
               best
               borne
               to
               the
               basest
               vices
               :
            
             
               Through
               crafts
               they
               make
               the
               boldest
               courage
               blind
               ,
            
             
               Disliking
               highly
               valiant
               enterprices
               ,
            
             
               And
               praysing
               vilely
               villanous
               deuices
               .
            
             
               These
               make
               the
               Bore
               a
               Hog
               ,
               the
               Bull
               an
               Oxe
               ,
            
             
               The
               Swan
               a
               Goose
               ,
               the
               Lion
               a
               Wolfe
               or
               Foxe
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lawyer
               Catesby
               and
               his
               craftie
               feeres
            
             
               A
               rout
               that
               nere
               did
               good
               in
               any
               reame
               ,
            
             
               Are
               they
               that
               had
               transform'd
               these
               noble
               peeres
               :
            
             
               They
               turn'd
               their
               blood
               to
               melancholike
               fleumes
               ,
            
             
               Their
               courage
               hault
               to
               cowardife
               extreame
               ,
            
             
               Their
               force
               and
               manhood
               into
               fraud
               and
               malice
               ,
            
             
               Their
               wit
               to
               wiles
               ,
               stout
               Hector
               into
               Paris
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               glauerers
               gone
               ,
               my selfe
               to
               rest
               I
               laid
               ,
            
             
               And
               doubting
               nothing
               soundly
               fell
               a
               sleepe
               :
            
             
               But
               suddenly
               my
               seruants
               sore
               afraid
            
             
               Awaked
               me
               :
               and
               drawing
               sighes
               full
               deepe
               ,
            
             
               Alas
               (
               quoth
               one
               )
               my
               Lord
               we
               are
               betrai'd
               .
            
             
               How
               so
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               the
               Dukes
               are
               gone
               their
               waies
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               haue
               bar'd
               the
               gates
               ,
               and
               borne
               away
               the
               kaies
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               While
               he
               thus
               spake
               ,
               there
               came
               into
               my
               mind
            
             
               This
               fearefull
               dreame
               ,
               whereout
               I
               waked
               was
               :
            
             
               I
               saw
               a
               riuer
               stopt
               with
               stormes
               of
               winde
               ,
            
             
               Where
               through
               a
               Swan
               ,
               a
               Bull
               ,
               and
               Bore
               did
               passe
               ,
            
             
               Franching
               the
               fish
               and
               frie
               ,
               with
               teeth
               of
               brasse
               ,
            
             
               The
               riuer
               dri'd
               vp
               saue
               a
               little
               streame
               ,
            
             
               Which
               at
               the
               last
               did
               water
               all
               the
               Reame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Me
               thought
               this
               streame
               did
               drowne
               the
               cruell
               Bore
            
             
               In
               little
               space
               ,
               it
               grew
               so
               deepe
               and
               brode
               :
            
             
               But
               he
               had
               kill'd
               the
               Bull
               and
               Swan
               before
               .
            
             
               Besides
               all
               this
               I
               saw
               an
               vglie
               Tode
            
             
               Crale
               toward
               me
               ,
               on
               which
               me
               thought
               I
               trode
               :
            
             
               But
               what
               became
               of
               her
               ,
               or
               what
               of
               mee
            
             
               My
               sudden
               waking
               would
               not
               let
               me
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               dreames
               considered
               with
               this
               sudden
               newes
               ,
            
             
               So
               diuers
               from
               their
               doings
               ouer
               night
               ,
            
             
               Did
               cause
               me
               not
               a
               little
               for
               to
               muse
               ,
            
             
               I
               blest
               me
               ,
               rose
               in
               all
               the
               hast
               I
               might
               .
            
             
               By
               this
               ,
               Aurora
               spred
               abroad
               the
               light
               ,
            
             
               Which
               from
               the
               ends
               of
               Phoebus
               beames
               he
               tooke
               ,
            
             
               Who
               then
               the
               Bulles
               chiefe
               gallery
               forsooke
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               I
               had
               open'd
               the
               window
               to
               looke
               out
               ,
            
             
               There
               might
               I
               see
               the
               streets
               each
               where
               beset
               ,
            
             
               My
               Inne
               on
               each
               side
               compassed
               about
            
             
               With
               armed
               watchmen
               ,
               all
               escapes
               to
               let
               :
            
             
               Thus
               had
               these
               Neroes
               caught
               me
               in
               their
               net
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               what
               end
               I
               could
               not
               throughly
               ghesse
               ,
            
             
               Such
               was
               my
               plainnes
               ,
               such
               their
               doublenesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               conscience
               was
               so
               cleare
               I
               could
               not
               doubt
            
             
               Their
               deadly
               drift
               ,
               which
               lesse
               apparant
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Because
               they
               caus'd
               their
               men
               returne
               the
               rout
            
             
               That
               rode
               toward
               Stonystratford
               as
               they
               say
               ,
            
             
               Because
               the
               Dukes
               will
               first
               be
               there
               to
               day
               :
            
             
               For
               this
               (
               thought
               I
               )
               they
               hinder
               me
               in
               iest
               ,
            
             
               For
               guiltlesse
               minds
               do
               easely
               deeme
               the
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               By
               this
               the
               Dukes
               were
               come
               into
               mine
               Inne
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               were
               lodged
               in
               another
               by
               .
            
             
               I
               got
               me
               to
               them
               ,
               thinking
               it
               a
               sinne
            
             
               Within
               my
               chamber
               cowardly
               to
               lye
               .
            
             
               And
               merrily
               I
               ask'd
               my
               brother
               why
            
             
               He
               vs'd
               me
               so
               ?
               he
               sterne
               in
               euill
               sadnes
            
             
               Cried
               out
               :
               I
               arrest
               thee
               traytour
               for
               thy
               badnes
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               so
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               whence
               riseth
               your
               suspicion
               ?
            
             
               Thou
               art
               a
               traytour
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               I
               thee
               arrest
            
             
               Arrest
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               why
               where
               is
               your
               commission
               ?
            
             
               He
               drew
               his
               weapon
               ,
               so
               did
               all
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Crying
               :
               yeeld
               thee
               traytour
               .
               I
               so
               sore
               distrest
            
             
               Made
               no
               resistande
               :
               but
               was
               sent
               to
               ward
               ,
            
             
               None
               saue
               their
               seruants
               signed
               to
               my
               gard
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               done
               they
               sped
               him
               to
               the
               King
               in
               post
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               humble
               reuerence
               to
               him
               done
               ,
            
             
               They
               trayterously
               began
               to
               rule
               the
               rost
               ,
            
             
               They
               pickt
               a
               quarell
               to
               my
               sisters
               son
            
             
               Lord
               
                 Richard
                 Gray
              
               :
               the
               King
               would
               not
               be
               won
            
             
               T'
               agree
               to
               them
               ,
               yet
               they
               against
               all
               reason
            
             
               Arrested
               him
               ,
               they
               said
               for
               hainous
               treason
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sir
               
                 Thomas
                 Vaughan
              
               and
               Sir
               
                 Richard
                 Hault
              
            
             
               Two
               worthie
               Knights
               were
               likewise
               apprehended
               ,
            
             
               These
               all
               were
               guiltie
               in
               one
               kind
               of
               fault
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               not
               like
               the
               practise
               then
               pretended
               :
            
             
               And
               seeing
               the
               King
               was
               herewith
               sore
               offended
               ,
            
             
               Backe
               to
               Northampton
               they
               brought
               him
               againe
               ,
            
             
               And
               thence
               discharged
               most
               part
               of
               his
               traine
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               loe
               Duke
               Richard
               made
               himselfe
               Protector
            
             
               Of
               King
               and
               Realme
               ,
               by
               open
               proclamation
               ,
            
             
               Though
               neither
               King
               nor
               Queene
               were
               his
               elector
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               he
               presum'd
               by
               lawlesse
               vsurpation
               .
            
             
               But
               will
               you
               see
               his
               deepe
               dissimulation
               ?
            
             
               He
               sent
               me
               a
               dish
               of
               dainties
               from
               his
               bord
            
             
               That
               day
               ,
               and
               with
               it
               ,
               this
               false
               friendly
               word
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Commend
               me
               to
               him
               ,
               all
               things
               shall
               be
               weil
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               his
               friend
               ,
               bid
               him
               be
               of
               good
               cheere
               :
            
             
               These
               newes
               I
               prayed
               the
               messenger
               go
               tell
            
             
               My
               Nephew
               Richard
               ,
               whom
               I
               lou'd
               full
               deere
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               he
               ment
               by
               well
               ,
               now
               shall
               you
               heere
               :
            
             
               He
               thought
               it
               well
               to
               haue
               vs
               quickly
               murdred
               ,
            
             
               Which
               not
               long
               after
               thorowly
               he
               furdred
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               straight
               from
               thence
               we
               closely
               were
               conueied
               ,
            
             
               From
               iayle
               to
               iayle
               Northward
               ,
               we
               wist
               not
               whither
               :
            
             
               Where
               ,
               after
               a
               while
               we
               had
               in
               sunder
               staied
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               we
               met
               at
               Pomfret
               all
               together
               .
            
             
               Sir
               
                 Richard
                 Ratcliffe
              
               bade
               vs
               welcome
               thither
               ,
            
             
               Who
               openly
               ,
               all
               law
               and
               right
               contemned
               ,
            
             
               Beheaded
               vs
               before
               we
               were
               condemned
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               cosin
               Richard
               could
               not
               be
               content
            
             
               To
               leaue
               his
               life
               ,
               because
               he
               wist
               not
               why
               ,
            
             
               Good
               gentleman
               that
               neuer
               harme
               had
               ment
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               he
               asked
               wherefore
               he
               should
               die
               :
            
             
               The
               Priest
               his
               ghostly
               father
               did
               replie
            
             
               With
               weeping
               eyes
               :
               I
               know
               one
               wofull
               cause
               ;
            
             
               The
               Realme
               hath
               neither
               righteous
               Lords
               not
               lawes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sir
               
                 Thomas
                 Vaughan
              
               chasing
               cried
               still
               :
            
             
               This
               tyrant
               Glocester
               is
               the
               gracelesse
               G
               ,
            
             
               That
               will
               his
               brothers
               children
               beastly
               kill
               .
            
             
               And
               ,
               lest
               the
               people
               through
               his
               talke
               might
               see
            
             
               The
               misciefes
               toward
               ,
               and
               thereto
               not
               agree
               ,
            
             
               Our
               tormentour
               that
               false
               periured
               Knight
            
             
               Bad
               stop
               our
               mouthes
               ,
               with
               words
               of
               high
               despight
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               di'd
               we
               guiltlesse
               ,
               processe
               heard
               we
               none
               ,
            
             
               No
               cause
               alleag'd
               ,
               no
               Iudge
               ,
               nor
               yet
               accuser
               ,
            
             
               No
               Quest
               empanel'd
               passed
               vs
               vpon
               .
            
             
               That
               murdrer
               Ratcliffe
               ,
               law
               and
               rights
               refuser
               ,
            
             
               Did
               all
               to
               flatter
               Richard
               his
               abuser
               .
            
             
               Vnhappie
               both
               that
               euer
               they
               were
               borne
               ,
            
             
               Through
               guiltlesse
               blood
               that
               haue
               their
               soules
               forlorne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               part
               I
               grant
               I
               well
               deserued
               this
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               caus'd
               not
               speedie
               execution
            
             
               Be
               done
               on
               Richard
               for
               that
               murder
               of
               his
               ,
            
             
               When
               first
               he
               wrought
               King
               Henries
               close
               confusion
               ,
            
             
               Not
               for
               his
               brothers
               hatefull
               persecution
               .
            
             
               These
               cruell
               murders
               painfull
               death
               deserued
               ,
            
             
               Which
               had
               he
               suffred
               ,
               many
               had
               been
               preserued
               .
            
          
           
             
               Warne
               therefore
               all
               that
               charge
               or
               office
               beare
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               all
               murdrers
               speedily
               executed
               :
            
             
               And
               spare
               them
               not
               for
               fauour
               or
               for
               feare
               :
            
             
               By
               guiltlesse
               blood
               the
               earth
               remaines
               polluted
               .
            
             
               For
               lacke
               of
               Iustice
               kingdomes
               are
               transmuted
               .
            
             
               They
               that
               saue
               murdrers
               from
               deserued
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               through
               those
               murdrers
               miserably
               be
               slaine
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             THE
             LORD
             HASTINGS
             WAS
             BETRAYED
             BY
             TRVSTING
             TOO
             MVCH
             to
             his
             euill
             Counseller
             Catesby
             ,
             and
             villanously
             murdered
             in
             the
             Tower
             of
             London
             ,
             by
             Richard
             Duke
             of
             
               Glocester
               ,
               the
            
             13.
             
               of
               Iune
               ,
               Anno
            
             ,
             1483.
             
          
           
             
               I
               Am
               that
               Hastings
               whose
               too
               hastie
               death
               ,
            
             
               They
               blame
               that
               know
               wherefore
               I
               lost
               my
               breath
               ,
            
             
               With
               others
               fearing
               lest
               my
               headlesse
               name
            
             
               Be
               wrong'd
               ,
               by
               partiall
               brute
               of
               flattering
               Fame
               .
            
             
               Hearing
               O
               Baldwine
               that
               thou
               mean'st
               to
               pen
               ,
            
             
               The
               liues
               and
               falles
               of
               English
               Noblemen
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               heere
               present
               ,
               do
               present
               to
               thee
            
             
               My
               life
               ,
               my
               fall
               ,
               and
               forced
               destinie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ne
               feare
               to
               staine
               thy
               credit
               by
               my
               tale
               :
            
             
               In
               Laethes
               floud
               ,
               long
               since
               ,
               in
               Stigian
               vale
               ,
            
             
               Selfe
               loue
               I
               drown'd
               .
               What
               time
               hath
               fin'd
               for
               true
               ,
            
             
               And
               ceaseth
               not
               ,
               (
               though
               stale
               )
               still
               to
               renue
               :
            
             
               Recount
               I
               will
               :
               whereof
               take
               this
               for
               proofe
               ,
            
             
               That
               blase
               I
               will
               my
               praise
               ,
               and
               my
               reproofe
               .
            
             
               We
               naked
               ghosts
               are
               but
               the
               very
               man
            
             
               Nor
               of
               our selues
               more
               then
               we
               ought
               ,
               we
               scan
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Heauens
               high
               ,
               and
               Earthly
               vale
               belowe
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               ring
               his
               Fame
               ,
               whose
               deedes
               so
               great
               did
               grow
               .
            
             
               Edward
               the
               fourth
               ye
               know
               vnnam'd
               I
               meane
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               noble
               nature
               so
               to
               me
               did
               leane
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               his
               staffe
               was
               ,
               I
               his
               onely
               ioy
               ,
            
             
               And
               euen
               what
               Pandare
               was
               to
               him
               of
               Troy
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               mou'd
               him
               first
               ,
               to
               make
               me
               Chamberlaine
               ,
            
             
               To
               serue
               his
               sweets
               ,
               to
               my
               most
               sower
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVherein
               ,
               to
               iustly
               prais'd
               for
               secretnesse
            
             
               (
               For
               now
               my
               guilt
               with
               shriking
               I
               confesse
               )
            
             
               To
               him
               too
               true
               too
               vntrue
               to
               the
               Queene
               ,
            
             
               Such
               hate
               I
               wan
               ,
               as
               lasted
               long
               betweene
            
             
               Our
               families
               :
               Shores
               wife
               was
               my
               Nice
               cheat
               ,
            
             
               The
               holy
               whore
               ,
               and
               eke
               the
               wily
               peat
               .
            
             
               I
               fed
               his
               lust
               with
               louely
               peeces
               so
               ,
            
             
               That
               Gods
               sharp
               wrath
               I
               purchast
               ,
               my
               iust
               wo.
               
            
          
           
             
               See
               here
               the
               difference
               of
               a
               noble
               minde
               .
            
             
               Some
               vertue
               raiseth
               ,
               some
               by
               vice
               haue
               climde
               .
            
             
               The
               first
               ,
               though
               onely
               of
               themselues
               begon
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               circlewise
               into
               themselues
               do
               ron
               .
            
             
               VVithin
               themselues
               their
               force
               vnited
               so
               ,
            
             
               Both
               endlesse
               is
               ,
               and
               stronger
               gainst
               their
               foe
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               when
               end'th
               it
               that
               neuer
               hath
               begon
               ?
            
             
               Or
               how
               may
               that
               ,
               that
               hath
               no
               end
               ,
               b'
               vndone
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Th'
               other
               as
               by
               wicked
               meanes
               they
               grue
               ,
            
             
               And
               raigned
               by
               flatterie
               ,
               so
               soone
               they
               rue
               .
            
             
               First
               tumbling
               step
               fro
               honours
               old
               ,
               is
               vice
               .
            
             
               VVhich
               once
               stept
               downe
               ,
               some
               linger
               ,
               none
               arise
            
             
               To
               former
               type
               :
               But
               they
               catch
               vertues
               spray
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               raiseth
               them
               that
               climbe
               by
               lawfull
               way
               .
            
             
               Beware
               to
               rise
               by
               seruing
               princely
               lust
               .
            
             
               Surely
               to
               stand
               ,
               one
               meane
               is
               rising
               iust
               .
            
          
           
             
               〈◊〉
               learne
               by
               me
               ,
               whom
               let
               it
               helpe
               t'
               excuse
               ,
            
             
               〈◊〉
               ●●●hfull
               now
               my selfe
               I
               do
               accuse
               ,
            
             
               〈…〉
               my
               Prince
               I
               euer
               pleas'd
               with
               such
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               harmed
               none
               ,
               and
               him
               contented
               much
               .
            
             
               In
               vice
               some
               fauour
               ,
               or
               lesse
               hate
               let
               win
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               ne
               wried
               to
               worser
               end
               my
               sin
               .
            
             
               But
               vsde
               my
               fauour
               to
               the
               helpe
               of
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               death
               in
               later
               warre
               to
               liue
               did
               grutch
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               on
               durt
               (
               though
               durtie
               )
               shin'th
               the
               Sunne
               :
            
             
               So
               ,
               euen
               amidst
               my
               vice
               ,
               my
               vertue
               shoane
               .
            
             
               My selfe
               I
               spared
               with
               his
               cheate
               to
               staine
               ,
            
             
               For
               loue
               or
               reuerence
               so
               I
               could
               refraine
               .
            
             
               Gisippus
               wife
               erst
               Titus
               would
               desire
            
             
               With
               friendships
               breach
               :
               I
               quencht
               that
               brutish
               fire
               .
            
             
               Manly
               it
               is
               ,
               to
               loth
               the
               pleasing
               lust
               .
            
             
               Small
               vant
               to
               flie
               ,
               that
               of
               constraint
               thou
               must
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               faults
               except
               ,
               if
               so
               my
               life
               thou
               scan
               ,
            
             
               Lo
               !
               none
               I
               hurt
               but
               furdred
               euery
               man.
            
             
               My
               Chamber
               England
               was
               ,
               my
               staffe
               the
               law
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               saunce
               rigour
               ,
               all
               I
               held
               in
               awe
               .
            
             
               So
               kind
               to
               all
               ,
               and
               so
               belou'd
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               As
               ,
               (
               what
               ensued
               vpon
               my
               bloodie
               fall
            
             
               Though
               I
               ne
               felt
               )
               yet
               surely
               this
               I
               thinke
               ,
            
             
               Full
               many
               a
               trickling
               teare
               their
               mouthes
               did
               drinke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Disdaine
               not
               Princes
               easie
               accesse
               ,
               meeke
               cheare
               .
            
             
               We
               know
               then
               Angels
               statelier
               port
               ye
               beare
            
             
               Of
               God
               himselfe
               :
               too
               massie
               a
               charge
               for
               sprits
               .
            
             
               But
               then
               ,
               my
               Lords
               ,
               consider
               ,
               he
               delights
            
             
               To
               vaile
               his
               grace
               to
               vs
               poore
               earthly
               wants
               ,
            
             
               To
               simplest
               shrubs
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               dunghill
               plants
               .
            
             
               Expresse
               him
               then
               ,
               in
               might
               ,
               and
               mercies
               meane
               :
            
             
               So
               shall
               ye
               win
               ,
               as
               now
               ye
               rule
               the
               Reame
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               all
               too
               long
               I
               feare
               I
               do
               delay
            
             
               The
               many
               meanes
               ,
               whereby
               I
               did
               bewray
            
             
               My
               zealous
               will
               ,
               to
               earne
               my
               Princes
               grace
               .
            
             
               Lest
               thou
               defer
               ,
               to
               thinke
               me
               kind
               percase
               .
            
             
               As
               nought
               may
               last
               ,
               so
               Fortunes
               changing
               cheare
            
             
               With
               pouting
               lookes
               gan
               lower
               on
               my
               sire
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               on
               her
               wheele
               ,
               aduanst
               high
               in
               his
               rome
            
             
               The
               Warwick
               Earle
               ,
               admir'd
               through
               Christendome
               .
            
          
           
             
               Besides
               the
               tempting
               prowesse
               of
               the
               foe
               .
            
             
               My
               Princes
               brother
               did
               him
               then
               forgoe
               .
            
             
               The
               cause
               was
               lik'd
               ,
               I
               was
               his
               link'd
               allie
               .
            
             
               Yet
               nor
               the
               cause
               ,
               nor
               brothers
               treacherie
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               enmies
               force
               ,
               nor
               band
               of
               mingled
               blood
               :
            
             
               Made
               Hastings
               beare
               any
               other
               mind
               then
               good
               .
            
             
               But
               tane
               ,
               and
               scap'd
               from
               Warwickes
               griping
               pawes
               ,
            
             
               With
               me
               he
               fled
               through
               Fortunes
               froward
               flawes
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               London
               come
               ,
               at
               large
               we
               might
               haue
               seemed
               ,
            
             
               Had
               not
               we
               then
               the
               Realme
               a
               prison
               deemed
               .
            
             
               Each
               bush
               ,
               a
               bar
               ,
               each
               spray
               ,
               a
               banner
               splayed
               ,
            
             
               Each
               house
               ,
               a
               fort
               ,
               our
               passage
               to
               haue
               stayed
               .
            
             
               To
               Lin
               we
               leape
               ,
               where
               while
               w'await
               the
               tide
               ,
            
             
               My
               secret
               friends
               in
               secret
               I
               suppli'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               mouth
               to
               further
               Henrie
               sixt
               their
               King
               ,
            
             
               And
               vse
               my
               best
               meanes
               Edward
               in
               to
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               restlesse
               tide
               ,
               to
               bar
               the
               emptie
               bay
               ,
            
             
               With
               waltring
               waues
               roames
               wambling
               forth
               .
               Away
            
             
               The
               merrie
               Mariner
               hales
               .
               The
               bragging
               boy
               ,
            
             
               To
               masts
               high
               top
               vp
               hies
               .
               In
               signe
               of
               ioy
            
             
               The
               wauering
               flag
               is
               vanst
               .
               The
               surging
               seas
            
             
               Their
               swelling
               cease
               :
               to
               calmest
               euen
               peace
            
             
               Sinkes
               downe
               their
               pride
               .
               With
               drunkennesse
               '
               gainst
               all
               care
            
             
               The
               Seamen
               arm'd
               ,
               await
               their
               noble
               fare
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               bord
               we
               come
               .
               The
               massie
               anchors
               wai'd
               ,
            
             
               One
               English
               ship
               ,
               two
               hulks
               of
               Holland
               ,
               aid
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               pinch
               .
               So
               small
               though
               was
               the
               traine
               ,
            
             
               Such
               his
               constraint
               ,
               that
               now
               ,
               that
               one
               with
               paine
            
             
               Command
               he
               might
               ,
               who
               late
               might
               many
               moe
               :
            
             
               Then
               ghastly
               Greekes
               erst
               brought
               to
               Tenedo
               .
            
             
               So
               nought
               is
               ours
               that
               we
               by
               hap
               may
               lose
               ,
            
             
               What
               nearest
               seemes
               ,
               is
               farthest
               off
               in
               woes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               As
               banished
               wights
               ,
               such
               ioyes
               we
               might
               haue
               made
               .
            
             
               Eas'd
               of
               aye
               threatning
               death
               that
               late
               we
               drade
               .
            
             
               But
               once
               our
               countries
               sight
               (
               not
               care
               )
               exempt
               ,
            
             
               No
               harbour
               shewing
               ,
               that
               might
               our
               feare
               relent
               ,
            
             
               No
               couert
               caue
               ,
               no
               shrub
               to
               shroud
               our
               liues
               .
            
             
               No
               hollow
               wood
               ,
               no
               flight
               that
               oft
               depriues
            
             
               The
               mightie
               his
               prey
               ,
               no
               sanctuarie
               left
            
             
               For
               exil'd
               Prince
               ,
               that
               shrouds
               each
               slaue
               for
               theft
               :
            
          
           
             
               In
               prison
               pent
               whose
               woodie
               walles
               to
               passe
            
             
               Of
               no
               lesse
               perill
               then
               the
               dying
               was
               :
            
             
               With
               th'
               Ocean
               moated
               battred
               with
               the
               waues
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               chain'd
               at
               oares
               the
               wretched
               galley
               slaues
               ,
            
             
               At
               mercie
               sit
               of
               sea
               and
               enmies
               shot
               ,
            
             
               And
               shun
               with
               death
               that
               they
               with
               flight
               may
               not
               )
            
             
               But
               greenish
               waues
               ,
               and
               heauie
               lowring
               skies
            
             
               All
               comfort
               else
               forclosed
               our
               exiled
               eies
               :
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               lo
               from
               highest
               top
               the
               slauish
               boy
            
             
               Sent
               vp
               ,
               with
               sight
               of
               land
               our
               hearts
               to
               ioy
               :
            
             
               Descries
               at
               hand
               a
               fleete
               of
               Easterlings
            
             
               As
               then
               hot
               enmies
               of
               the
               British
               Kings
               .
            
             
               The
               Mouse
               may
               sometime
               helpe
               the
               Lion
               in
               need
               ,
            
             
               The
               bittle
               Bee
               once
               spilt
               the
               Aegles
               breed
               .
            
             
               O
               Princes
               seeke
               no
               foes
               .
               In
               your
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               The
               earth
               ,
               the
               seas
               ,
               conspire
               your
               heauinesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               foe
               descried
               by
               flight
               we
               shun
               in
               hast
            
             
               And
               laid
               with
               canuas
               now
               the
               bending
               mast
               ,
            
             
               The
               ship
               was
               rackt
               to
               trie
               her
               sailing
               then
               ,
            
             
               As
               Squirels
               climbe
               the
               troupes
               of
               trustie
               men
               .
            
             
               The
               steersman
               seekes
               a
               readier
               course
               to
               run
               ,
            
             
               The
               souldier
               stirs
               ,
               the
               Gunner
               hies
               to
               gun
               .
            
             
               The
               Flemmings
               sweate
               ,
               the
               English
               ship
               disdaines
            
             
               To
               wait
               behind
               to
               beare
               the
               Flemmings
               traines
               .
            
          
           
             
               Forth
               flieth
               the
               Barke
               ,
               as
               from
               the
               violent
               Goone
            
             
               The
               pellet
               breakes
               all
               staies
               ,
               and
               stops
               eftsoone
               .
            
             
               And
               swift
               she
               swindg'th
               ,
               as
               oft
               in
               Sunnie
               day
               ,
            
             
             
               The
               Dolphin
               fleetes
               in
               seas
               ,
               in
               merrie
               May.
            
             
               As
               we
               for
               liues
               ,
               so
               th'
               easterlings
               for
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               Thwack
               on
               the
               sailes
               ,
               and
               after
               make
               amaine
               .
            
             
               Though
               heauie
               they
               were
               ,
               and
               of
               burthen
               great
               :
            
             
               A
               King
               to
               master
               yet
               ,
               what
               Swine
               nold
               sweat
               ?
            
          
           
             
               So
               mid
               the
               vale
               the
               Greyhound
               seeing
               start
            
             
               The
               fearefull
               Hare
               ,
               pursueth
               before
               she
               flert
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               she
               turn'th
               he
               turn'th
               her
               ,
               there
               to
               beare
               .
            
             
               The
               one
               prey
               pricketh
               ,
               th'
               other
               safeties
               feare
               .
            
             
               So
               were
               we
               chas'd
               ,
               so
               fled
               we
               'fore
               our
               foes
               .
            
             
               Bet
               flight
               then
               fight
               in
               so
               vneuen
               close
               .
            
             
               I
               end
               .
               Some
               thinke
               perhaps
               ,
               too
               long
               he
               staieth
            
             
               In
               perill
               present
               shewing
               his
               fixed
               faith
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               ventred
               I
               ,
               this
               dread
               I
               did
               sustaine
               ,
            
             
               To
               trie
               my
               truth
               ,
               my
               life
               I
               did
               disdaine
               .
            
             
               But
               ,
               loe
               !
               like
               triall
               '
               gainst
               his
               ciuill
               foe
               ,
            
             
               Faiths
               worst
               is
               triall
               ,
               which
               reserues
               to
               woe
               .
            
             
               I
               passe
               our
               scape
               ,
               and
               sharpe
               returning
               home
               ,
            
             
               Where
               we
               were
               welcom'd
               by
               our
               wonted
               fone
               .
            
             
               To
               battell
               maine
               descends
               the
               Empires
               right
               ,
            
             
               At
               Barnet
               ioyne
               the
               hosts
               in
               bloodie
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               ioyn'd
               three
               battels
               ranged
               in
               such
               array
               ,
            
             
               As
               might
               for
               terror
               ,
               Alexander
               fray
               .
            
             
               What
               should
               I
               stay
               to
               tell
               the
               long
               discourse
               ?
            
             
               Who
               wan
               the
               Palme
               ?
               who
               bare
               away
               the
               worse
               ?
            
             
               Sufficeth
               say
               by
               my
               reserued
               band
               ,
            
             
               Our
               enemies
               fled
               ,
               we
               had
               the
               vpper
               hand
               .
            
             
               My
               iron
               armie
               held
               her
               steadie
               place
               ,
            
             
               My
               Prince
               to
               shield
               ,
               his
               feared
               foe
               to
               chase
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               like
               successe
               befell
               in
               Tewkesbury
               field
               .
            
             
               My
               furious
               force
               ,
               their
               force
               perforc'd
               to
               yeeld
            
             
               My
               Princes
               foe
               :
               and
               render
               to
               my
               King
            
             
               Her
               only
               sonne
               ,
               lest
               he
               more
               bate
               might
               bring
               .
            
             
               Thus
               hast
               a
               mirrour
               of
               a
               Subiects
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Such
               as
               perhaps
               is
               rare
               againe
               to
               find
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               caruing
               cuts
               ,
               that
               cleaue
               the
               trusty
               steele
               ,
            
             
               My
               faith
               ,
               and
               due
               allegeance
               ,
               could
               not
               feele
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               out
               alas
               ,
               what
               praise
               may
               I
               recount
               ,
            
             
               That
               is
               not
               stain'd
               with
               spot
               ,
               that
               doth
               surmount
            
             
               My
               greatest
               vaunt
               ?
               bloudy
               for
               VVarre
               ,
               to
               feete
            
             
               A
               Tiger
               was
               I
               ,
               all
               for
               peace
               vnmeete
               ,
            
             
               A
               souldiers
               hands
               must
               oft
               be
               died
               with
               goare
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               starke
               with
               rest
               ,
               they
               finewd
               waxe
               and
               hoare
               .
            
             
               Peace
               could
               I
               win
               by
               VVarre
               ,
               but
               peace
               not
               vse
               .
            
             
               Few
               daies
               liue
               he
               ,
               who
               VVarlike
               peace
               doth
               chuse
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               Crofts
               a
               Knight
               presented
               Henries
               Heiro
            
             
               To
               this
               our
               Prince
               ,
               in
               furious
               moode
               enquere
            
             
               Of
               him
               he
               gan
               ,
               what
               folly
               or
               phrensy
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               With
               Arms
               forst
               him
               t'
               inuade
               his
               Realme
               againe
               ?
            
             
               Whom
               answering
               ,
               that
               he
               claim'd
               his
               fathers
               right
               :
            
             
               With
               Gauntlet
               smit
               ,
               commanded
               from
               his
               sight
               ,
            
             
               
                 Glocester
                 ,
                 Clarence
              
               ,
               I
               and
               Dorset
               slewe
               :
            
             
               The
               guilt
               whereof
               we
               shortly
               all
               did
               rue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Clarence
               ,
               as
               Cyrus
               ,
               drown'd
               in
               bloud
               like
               Wine
               ,
            
             
               Dorset
               I
               furthered
               to
               his
               speedy
               pine
               .
            
             
               Of
               me
               ,
               my selfe
               am
               speaking
               president
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               easier
               fate
               the
               bristled
               Boare
               is
               lent
               .
            
             
               Our
               blouds
               haue
               paid
               the
               vengeance
               of
               our
               guilt
               ,
            
             
               His
               bones
               ,
               shall
               broile
               for
               bloud
               which
               he
               hath
               spilt
               ,
            
             
               O
               deadly
               murther
               ,
               that
               attaint'th
               our
               fame
               ,
            
             
               O
               wicked
               Traytours
               wanting
               worthy
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               as
               mischieuously
               of
               men
               deserue
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               merit
               well
               ,
               who
               doe
               mens
               liues
               preserue
               .
            
             
               If
               those
               therefore
               we
               recken
               heauenly
               wights
               ,
            
             
               These
               may
               we
               well
               deeme
               Feendes
               ,
               and
               damned
               Sprits
               ,
            
             
               And
               while
               on
               earth
               they
               walke
               ,
               disguised
               deuils
               ,
            
             
               Sworne
               foes
               of
               vertue
               ,
               factours
               for
               all
               euils
               .
            
             
               Whose
               bloudy
               hands
               torment
               their
               goared
               harts
               ,
            
             
               Through
               bloudsheds
               horrour
               ,
               in
               sound
               sleepe
               he
               starts
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               happy
               world
               were
               the
               Lions
               men
               ,
            
             
               All
               Lions
               should
               at
               least
               be
               spared
               then
               .
            
             
               No
               suerty
               now
               ,
               no
               lasting
               league
               is
               bloud
               .
            
             
               A
               meacocke
               is
               he
               ,
               who
               dreadth
               to
               see
               bloud
               shed
               .
            
             
               Old
               is
               the
               Practise
               of
               such
               bloudy
               strife
               ,
            
             
               While
               ij
               .
               weare
               Armies
               .
               ij
               .
               the
               Issues
               of
               first
               Wife
               ,
            
             
               With
               armed
               hart
               and
               hand
               ,
               the
               one
               bloudy
               brother
               ,
            
             
               With
               cruell
               chase
               pursueth
               ,
               and
               murdreth
               th'
               other
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               who
               abhorreth
               not
               ?
               yet
               who
               ceaseth
               to
               sue
               ?
            
             
               The
               bloudy
               Caines
               their
               bloudy
               sire
               renue
               .
            
             
               The
               horror
               yet
               is
               like
               in
               common
               fraies
               .
            
             
               For
               in
               ech
               murther
               ,
               brother
               brother
               slaies
               .
            
             
               Traytours
               to
               nature
               ,
               countrey
               kin
               and
               kinde
               .
            
             
               Whom
               no
               band
               serueth
               in
               brothers
               loue
               to
               bind
               .
            
             
               O
               simple
               age
               ,
               when
               slaunder
               slaughter
               was
               .
            
             
               The
               tongues
               smal
               euil
               ,
               how
               doth
               this
               mischief
               passe
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Hopest
               thou
               to
               cloake
               thy
               couert
               mischiefe
               wrought
               ?
            
             
               Thy
               conscience
               ,
               Caitif
               ,
               shal
               proclaime
               thy
               thought
               ,
            
             
               A
               vision
               ,
               Chaucer
               sheweth
               difcloasd
               thy
               crime
               .
            
             
               The
               Foxe
               descrie
               the
               crowes
               and
               chattring
               pien
               ,
            
             
               And
               shal
               thy
               fellow
               felons
               ,
               not
               bewray
            
             
               The
               guiltelesse
               death
               ,
               whom
               guiltie
               hands
               do
               slay
               ?
            
             
               Vnpunished
               scaped
               for
               hainous
               crime
               some
               one
               ,
            
             
               But
               vnaduenged
               ,
               in
               minde
               or
               body
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vengeance
               on
               minde
               ,
               the
               freating
               furies
               take
               ,
            
             
               The
               sinful
               corps
               ,
               like
               earth
               quake
               agues
               shake
               ,
            
             
               Their
               frowning
               lookes
               ,
               their
               troubled
               minds
               bewray
               ,
            
             
               In
               hast
               they
               runne
               ,
               and
               mids
               their
               race
               they
               staie
               ,
            
             
               As
               gidded
               Roe
               .
               Amids
               their
               speech
               they
               whist
               ,
            
             
               At
               meate
               they
               muse
               .
               No
               where
               they
               may
               persist
            
             
               But
               some
               feare
               netleth
               them
               .
               Ay
               hang
               they
               so
               .
            
             
               So
               neuer
               wanteth
               the
               wicked
               murtherer
               wo.
               
            
          
           
             
               An
               infant
               rent
               with
               Lions
               ramping
               pawes
               ?
            
             
               Why
               slaunder
               I
               Lions
               ?
               They
               feare
               the
               sacred
               lawes
            
             
               Of
               royall
               bloud
               .
               Ay
               me
               more
               brute
               then
               beast
               .
            
             
             
               With
               infants
               sides
               ,
               (
               Lycaons
               pie
               )
               to
               feast
               .
            
             
               O
               tyrant
               Tigers
               ,
               O
               insaciate
               woolues
               ,
            
             
               O
               English
               courtesie
               ,
               monstrous
               mowes
               and
               gulfes
               .
            
             
               Onely
               because
               our
               Prince
               displeas'd
               we
               saw
            
             
               With
               him
               ,
               we
               slue
               him
               straight
               before
               all
               law
               .
            
          
           
             
               Before
               our
               Prince
               commanded
               once
               his
               death
               ,
            
             
               Our
               bloudie
               swords
               on
               him
               we
               did
               vnsheath
               ,
            
             
               Preuenting
               law
               ,
               and
               euen
               our
               Princes
               hest
               ,
            
             
               We
               hid
               our
               weapons
               in
               the
               young
               lings
               brest
               .
            
             
               Whom
               not
               desire
               of
               raigne
               did
               driue
               to
               field
               ,
            
             
               But
               mothers
               pride
               ,
               who
               longd
               the
               Realme
               to
               wield
               .
            
             
               But
               straight
               my
               death
               shall
               shew
               my
               worthie
               meed
               ,
            
             
               If
               first
               to
               one
               other
               murther
               I
               proceed
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhile
               Edward
               liued
               ,
               dissembled
               discord
               lurked
            
             
               In
               double
               hearts
               ,
               yet
               so
               his
               reuerence
               worked
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               succeeding
               tender
               feeble
               age
               ,
            
             
               Gaue
               open
               gap
               to
               tyrants
               rushing
               rage
               :
            
             
               I
               holpe
               the
               Boare
               ,
               and
               Bucke
               ,
               to
               captiuate
            
             
               Lord
               
                 Riuers
                 ,
                 Gray
              
               ,
               sir
               Thomas
               Vaughan
               and
               Hawte
               .
            
             
               If
               land
               would
               helpe
               the
               sea
               ,
               well
               earnd
               that
               ground
            
             
               It selfe
               ,
               to
               be
               with
               conquering
               waues
               surround
               .
            
          
           
             
               Their
               speedie
               death
               by
               priuie
               dome
               procured
               ,
            
             
               At
               Pomfret
               :
               tho
               my
               life
               short
               while
               endured
               .
            
             
               My selfe
               I
               slue
               ,
               when
               them
               I
               damned
               to
               death
               ,
            
             
               At
               once
               my
               throate
               I
               riued
               ,
               and
               reft
               them
               breath
               .
            
             
               For
               that
               selfe
               day
               ,
               before
               or
               neere
               the
               hower
            
             
               That
               withred
               Atropos
               nipt
               the
               springing
               flower
            
             
               VVith
               violent
               hand
               ,
               of
               their
               forth
               running
               life
               :
            
             
               My
               head
               and
               body
               ,
               in
               Tower
               twinde
               like
               knife
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               this
               my
               paterne
               all
               ye
               peeres
               beware
               .
            
             
               Oft
               hangth
               he
               himselfe
               who
               others
               weenth
               to
               snare
               :
            
             
               Spare
               to
               be
               each
               others
               butcher
               .
               Feare
               the
               Kite
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               soareth
               aloft
               ,
               (
               while
               frog
               and
               mouse
               do
               fight
            
             
               In
               ciuil
               combat
               ,
               grappling
               void
               of
               feare
            
             
               Of
               forreine
               foe
               )
               at
               once
               al
               both
               to
               beare
               .
            
             
             
               Which
               plainer
               by
               my
               pitied
               plaint
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               A
               while
               anew
               your
               listning
               lend
               to
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Too
               true
               it
               is
               two
               sundrie
               assemblies
               kept
               ,
            
             
               At
               Crosbies
               place
               ,
               and
               Baynards
               Castle
               set
               :
            
             
               The
               Dukes
               at
               Crosbies
               ,
               but
               at
               Baynards
               we
               .
            
             
               The
               one
               to
               crowne
               a
               king
               ,
               the
               other
               to
               be
               .
            
             
               Suspicious
               is
               secession
               of
               foule
               frends
               ,
            
             
               When
               eithers
               drift
               to
               th'
               others
               mischief
               tends
               ,
            
             
               I
               fear'd
               the
               end
               ,
               my
               Catesbies
               being
               there
            
             
               Discharg'd
               all
               doubts
               .
               Him
               held
               I
               most
               entire
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whose
               great
               preserment
               by
               my
               meanes
               ,
               I
               thought
            
             
               Some
               spurre
               ,
               to
               pay
               the
               thankfulnesse
               hee
               ought
               .
            
             
               The
               trust
               he
               ought
               me
               ,
               made
               me
               trust
               him
               so
               ,
            
             
               That
               priuie
               he
               was
               both
               to
               my
               weale
               and
               wo.
            
             
               My
               hearts
               one
               halfe
               ,
               my
               chest
               of
               confidence
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               only
               trust
               ,
               my
               ioy
               dwelt
               in
               his
               presence
               .
            
             
               I
               lou'd
               him
               Baldwine
               ,
               as
               the
               apple
               of
               mine
               eye
               ;
            
             
               I
               loath'd
               my
               life
               when
               Catesby
               would
               me
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               Flie
               from
               thy
               chanel
               Thames
               ,
               forsake
               thy
               streames
               ,
            
             
               Leaue
               the
               Adamant
               Iron
               :
               Phoebus
               lay
               thy
               beames
               :
            
             
               Cease
               heauenly
               Sphears
               at
               last
               your
               weary
               warke
               ,
            
             
               Betray
               your
               charge
               ,
               returne
               to
               Chaos
               darke
               .
            
             
               At
               least
               ,
               some
               ruthlesse
               Tiger
               hang
               her
               whelp
               ,
            
             
               My
               Catesby
               so
               with
               some
               excuse
               to
               help
               .
            
             
               And
               me
               to
               comfort
               ,
               that
               I
               alone
               ,
               ne
               seeme
            
             
               Of
               all
               dame
               natures
               workes
               left
               in
               extreeme
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Golden
               treasure
               is
               the
               tried
               frend
               .
            
             
               But
               who
               may
               Gold
               from
               Counterfaits
               defend
               ?
            
             
               Trust
               not
               too
               soone
               ,
               nor
               yet
               too
               soone
               mistrust
               :
            
             
               With
               th'
               one
               thy selfe
               ,
               with
               th'
               other
               thy
               friend
               thou
               hurt'st
               .
            
             
               VVho
               twin'th
               betwixt
               ,
               and
               steareth
               the
               golden
               meane
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               rashly
               loueth
               ,
               nor
               mistrusteth
               in
               vaine
               .
            
             
               In
               friendship
               soueraigne
               it
               is
               as
               Mithridate
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               friend
               to
               loue
               as
               one
               whom
               thou
               maist
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Of
               tickle
               credit
               ne
               had
               bin
               the
               mischiefe
               ,
            
             
               What
               needed
               Virbius
               miracle
               doubled
               life
               ?
            
             
               Credulity
               surnamed
               first
               the
               Aegean
               Seas
               .
            
             
               Mistrust
               ,
               doth
               reason
               in
               the
               trustiest
               raise
               .
            
             
               Suspicious
               Romulus
               ,
               stain'd
               his
               Walls
               first
               reard
            
             
               With
               brothers
               bloud
               ,
               whom
               for
               light
               leape
               he
               feard
               .
            
             
               So
               not
               in
               brotherhood
               ielousie
               may
               be
               borne
               ,
            
             
               The
               ielous
               Cuckold
               weares
               the
               Infamous
               Horne
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               beast
               may
               preach
               by
               triall
               ,
               not
               foresight
               .
            
             
               Could
               I
               haue
               shund
               light
               credit
               ,
               nere
               had
               light
            
             
               The
               dreaded
               death
               ,
               vpon
               my
               guilty
               head
               .
            
             
               But
               Fooles
               aye
               wont
               to
               learne
               by
               after
               read
               .
            
             
               Had
               Catesby
               kept
               vnstaind
               the
               truth
               he
               plight
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               had
               yet
               enioied
               me
               ,
               and
               I
               yet
               the
               light
               :
            
             
               All
               Derbies
               doubts
               I
               cleared
               with
               his
               name
               .
            
             
               I
               knew
               ,
               no
               harme
               could
               hap
               me
               without
               his
               blame
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               see
               the
               fruites
               of
               tickle
               light
               beleefe
               .
            
             
               The
               ambitious
               Dukes
               corrupt
               the
               Traitor
               theefe
               ,
            
             
               To
               grope
               mee
               ,
               if
               allured
               I
               would
               assent
               ,
            
             
               To
               bin
               a
               Partner
               of
               their
               cursed
               intent
               .
            
             
               Whereto
               ,
               when
               as
               by
               no
               meanes
               friendship
               vail'd
               ,
            
             
               By
               Tyrant
               force
               behold
               they
               me
               assail'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               summond
               shortly
               a
               Counsell
               in
               the
               Tower
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Iune
               the
               fifteenth
               ,
               at
               appointed
               hower
               .
            
          
           
             
               Alas
               ,
               are
               Counsels
               wried
               to
               catch
               the
               good
               ?
            
             
               No
               place
               is
               now
               exempt
               from
               sheading
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               counsels
               ,
               that
               were
               carefull
               to
               preserue
            
             
               The
               guiltelesse
               good
               ,
               are
               meanes
               to
               make
               them
               starue
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               may
               not
               mischiefe
               of
               Mad
               man
               abuse
               ?
            
             
               Religious
               cloake
               some
               one
               to
               vice
               doth
               chuse
               ,
            
             
               And
               maketh
               God
               Protectour
               of
               his
               crime
               .
            
             
               Omonstrous
               world
               ,
               well
               ought
               we
               wish
               thy
               fine
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               fatall
               skies
               ,
               roll
               on
               the
               blackest
               day
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               doubled
               bloudshed
               ,
               my
               bloud
               must
               repay
               .
            
             
               Others
               none
               forceth
               .
               To
               me
               sir
               
                 Thomas
                 Haward
              
            
             
             
               As
               spurre
               is
               buckled
               ,
               to
               prouoke
               me
               froward
               .
            
             
               Derbie
               who
               feared
               the
               parted
               sittings
               yore
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               ,
               much
               more
               he
               knew
               by
               experience
               hoare
               ,
            
             
               Or
               better
               minded
               ,
               clearelier
               truth
               could
               see
               :
            
             
               At
               midnight
               darke
               this
               message
               sends
               to
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hastings
               away
               ,
               in
               sleepe
               the
               gods
               foreshow
            
             
               By
               dreadfull
               dreame
               ,
               fell
               fates
               vnto
               vs
               two
               .
            
             
               Me
               thought
               a
               Bore
               with
               tuske
               so
               raced
               our
               throate
               ,
            
             
               That
               both
               our
               shoulders
               of
               the
               blood
               did
               smoake
               .
            
             
               Arise
               to
               horse
               ,
               straight
               homeward
               let
               vs
               hie
               :
            
             
               And
               seeth
               our
               foe
               we
               cannot
               match
               ,
               O
               flie
               .
            
             
               Of
               Chanteclere
               you
               learne
               dreames
               sooth
               to
               know
               ,
            
             
               Thence
               wisemen
               construe
               ,
               more
               then
               the
               cock
               doth
               crow
               .
            
          
           
             
               While
               thus
               he
               spake
               ,
               I
               held
               within
               mine
               arme
            
             
               Shores
               wife
               ,
               the
               tender
               piece
               ,
               to
               keepe
               me
               warme
               .
            
             
               Fie
               on
               adulterie
               ,
               fie
               on
               leacherous
               lust
               .
            
             
               Marke
               in
               me
               ye
               Nobles
               all
               ,
               Gods
               iudgements
               iust
               .
            
             
               A
               Pander
               ,
               Murderer
               ,
               and
               Adulterer
               thus
               ,
            
             
               Only
               such
               death
               I
               die
               ,
               as
               I
               ne
               blush
               .
            
             
               Now
               lest
               my
               dame
               might
               thinke
               appall'd
               my
               hart
            
             
               With
               eager
               mood
               vp
               in
               my
               bed
               I
               start
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               ,
               is
               thy
               Lord
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               a
               Sorcerer
               ?
            
             
               A
               wiseman
               now
               become
               ?
               a
               dreame
               reader
               ?
            
             
               What
               though
               so
               Chanteclere
               crowed
               ?
               I
               reck
               it
               not
               ?
            
             
               On
               my
               part
               pleadeth
               as
               well
               dame
               Partelot
               .
            
             
               Vniudg'd
               hang'th
               yet
               the
               case
               betwixt
               them
               tway
               .
            
             
               Nay
               was
               his
               dreame
               cause
               of
               his
               hap
               I
               say
               .
            
             
               Shall
               dreaming
               doubts
               from
               Prince
               my
               seruing
               slack
               ?
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               then
               might
               Hastings
               life
               and
               liuing
               lacke
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               parteth
               .
               I
               sleepe
               ,
               my
               mind
               surcharg'd
               with
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               As
               Phoebus
               beames
               by
               mistie
               cloud
               kept
               in
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               could
               misgiue
               ,
               ne
               dreame
               of
               my
               mishap
               :
            
             
               As
               blocke
               ,
               I
               tumbled
               to
               mine
               enemies
               trap
               .
            
             
               Securitie
               causelesse
               through
               my
               fained
               frend
               ,
            
             
               Reft
               me
               foresight
               of
               my
               approching
               end
               .
            
             
             
               So
               Catesby
               clawed
               me
               ,
               as
               when
               the
               Cat
               doth
               play
               ,
            
             
               Dallying
               with
               Mouse
               whom
               straight
               she
               meanes
               to
               slay
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               morow
               come
               ,
               the
               latest
               light
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               On
               Palfray
               mounted
               ,
               to
               the
               Tower
               I
               hie
               ,
            
             
               Accompanied
               with
               that
               Haward
               my
               mortall
               foe
               ,
            
             
               To
               slaughter
               led
               ,
               thou
               God
               didst
               suffer
               so
               .
            
             
               (
               O
               deepe
               dissemblers
               ,
               honoring
               with
               your
               cheare
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               in
               hid
               heart
               you
               trayterously
               teare
               )
            
             
               Neuer
               had
               Realme
               so
               open
               signes
               of
               wrack
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               had
               shewed
               me
               of
               my
               heauie
               hap
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               vision
               first
               of
               Stanley
               late
               descried
               :
            
             
               Then
               mirth
               so
               extreame
               ,
               that
               neare
               for
               ioy
               I
               died
               .
            
             
               Were
               it
               ,
               that
               Swanlike
               I
               foresong
               my
               death
               ,
            
             
               Or
               merrie
               mind
               foresaw
               the
               losse
               of
               breath
            
             
               That
               long
               it
               coueted
               ,
               from
               this
               earths
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               But
               euen
               as
               siker
               as
               th'
               end
               of
               woe
               is
               ioy
               ,
            
             
               And
               glorious
               light
               to
               obscure
               night
               doth
               tend
               :
            
             
               So
               extreame
               mirth
               ,
               in
               extreame
               mone
               doth
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               ,
               extreames
               are
               haps
               rackt
               out
               of
               course
               ,
            
             
               By
               violent
               might
               far
               swinged
               forth
               perforce
               .
            
             
               Which
               as
               they
               are
               piercing'st
               while
               they
               violent'st
               moue
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               they
               are
               neare
               to
               cause
               that
               doth
               them
               shoue
               :
            
             
               So
               soonest
               fall
               from
               that
               their
               highest
               extreame
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               other
               contrarie
               that
               doth
               want
               of
               meane
               .
            
             
               So
               laughed
               he
               erst
               ,
               who
               laughed
               out
               his
               breath
               :
            
             
               So
               laughed
               I
               ,
               when
               I
               laugh'd
               my selfe
               to
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               pleasing'st
               meanes
               bode
               not
               the
               luckiest
               ends
               .
            
             
               Not
               aye
               ,
               found
               treasure
               to
               like
               pleasure
               tends
               .
            
             
               Mirth
               meanes
               not
               mirth
               all
               time
               ,
               thrice
               happie
               hire
            
             
               Of
               wit
               ,
               to
               shun
               the
               excesse
               that
               all
               desire
               .
            
             
               But
               this
               I
               passe
               ,
               I
               hie
               to
               other
               like
               .
            
             
               My
               palfrey
               in
               the
               plainest
               paued
               streete
               ,
            
             
               Thrice
               bowed
               his
               bones
               ,
               thrice
               kneeled
               on
               the
               flower
            
             
               Thrice
               shun'd
               (
               as
               Balams
               asse
               )
               the
               dreaded
               Tower.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               ?
               should
               thinke
               he
               had
               sense
               of
               after
               haps
               ?
            
             
               As
               beasts
               foreshow
               the
               drought
               or
               rainie
               drops
               ,
            
             
               As
               humours
               in
               them
               want
               or
               else
               abound
               ,
            
             
               By
               influence
               from
               the
               heauens
               ,
               or
               change
               of
               ground
               ?
            
             
               Or
               do
               we
               interpret
               by
               successe
               each
               signe
               ?
            
             
               And
               as
               we
               fancie
               of
               each
               hap
               diuine
               ?
            
             
               And
               make
               that
               cause
               ,
               that
               kin
               is
               to
               th'
               effect
               ?
            
             
               Not
               hauing
               ought
               of
               conse
               quence
               respect
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Bucephalus
               kneeling
               only
               to
               his
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Shewed
               only
               he
               was
               Monarch
               of
               the
               world
               .
            
             
               Why
               may
               not
               then
               the
               steed
               foreshew
               by
               fall
               ,
            
             
               What
               casuall
               hap
               the
               sitter
               happen
               shall
               ?
            
             
               Darius
               horse
               by
               braying
               brought
               a
               Realme
               .
            
             
               And
               what
               letteth
               ,
               why
               he
               ne
               is
               (
               as
               the
               asse
               )
               Gods
               meane
            
             
               By
               speaking
               signe
               ,
               to
               shew
               his
               hap
               to
               come
               ,
            
             
               Who
               is
               dease
               hearer
               of
               his
               speaking
               dome
               ?
            
          
           
             
               But
               forward
               yet
               .
               In
               Tower-street
               I
               stai'd
               ,
            
             
               Where
               (
               could
               I
               haue
               seene
               )
               loe
               Haward
               all
               bewrai'd
               :
            
             
               For
               as
               I
               commond
               with
               a
               Priest
               I
               met
               :
            
             
               Away
               my
               Lord
               ,
               quoth
               he
               ,
               your
               time
               is
               ne
               yet
            
             
               To
               take
               a
               Priest
               .
               Lo
               ,
               Sinon
               might
               be
               seene
               ,
            
             
               Had
               not
               the
               Troians
               hares
               foolish
               forthright
               eyen
               ,
            
             
               But
               since
               the
               time
               was
               come
               that
               I
               should
               die
               ,
            
             
               Some
               grace
               it
               was
               to
               die
               with
               wimpled
               eye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               was
               this
               all
               .
               For
               euen
               at
               Tower-wharfe
               ,
            
             
               Neere
               to
               those
               walles
               within
               the
               which
               I
               starfe
               ,
            
             
               Where
               erst
               ,
               in
               sorow
               soust
               ,
               and
               deepe
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               I
               emparted
               all
               my
               pining
               pensiuenesse
            
             
               With
               Hastings
               :
               (
               so
               my
               Purseuant
               men
               call
               )
            
             
               Euen
               there
               ,
               the
               same
               to
               meete
               it
               did
               me
               fall
               .
            
             
               Who
               gan
               to
               me
               most
               dolefully
               renue
               ,
            
             
               The
               wofull
               conference
               had
               erst
               in
               that
               lieu
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hastings
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               according
               now
               they
               fare
               ,
            
             
               At
               Pomfret
               this
               day
               dying
               ,
               who
               caus'd
               that
               care
               .
            
             
               My selfe
               haue
               all
               the
               world
               at
               my
               will
               ,
            
             
             
               With
               pleasures
               cloyed
               ,
               engorged
               with
               the
               fill
               .
            
             
               God
               grant
               it
               so
               ,
               quoth
               he
               :
               why
               doubtest
               thou
               tho
            
             
               Quoth
               I
               ?
               and
               all
               in
               chafe
               ,
               to
               him
               gan
               shew
            
             
               In
               ample
               wise
               ,
               our
               drift
               with
               tedious
               tale
               :
            
             
               And
               entred
               so
               the
               Tower
               to
               my
               bale
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               should
               we
               thinke
               of
               srignes
               ?
               They
               are
               but
               haps
               ,
            
             
               How
               may
               they
               then
               ,
               be
               signes
               of
               afterclaps
               ?
            
             
               Doth
               euery
               chance
               foreshew
               or
               cause
               some
               other
               ?
            
             
               Or
               ending
               at
               it selfe
               ,
               extend'th
               no
               further
               ?
            
             
               As
               th'
               ouer
               flowing
               floud
               some
               mount
               doth
               choake
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               his
               aide
               some
               other
               floud
               it
               yoake
               :
            
             
               So
               ,
               if
               with
               signes
               thy
               sinnes
               once
               ioyne
               ,
               beware
               .
            
             
               Else
               whereto
               chances
               tend
               ,
               do
               neuer
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
               Had
               not
               my
               sinne
               deserued
               my
               death
               as
               wreake
               ,
            
             
               What
               might
               my
               mirth
               haue
               hurt
               ?
               or
               horses
               becke
               ?
            
             
               Or
               Hawards
               bitter
               scoffe
               ?
               or
               Hastings
               talke
               ?
            
             
               What
               meane
               then
               foole
               Astrologers
               to
               calke
               ?
            
             
               That
               twinckling
               starres
               fling
               downe
               the
               fixed
               fate
               ?
            
             
               And
               all
               is
               guided
               by
               the
               starrie
               state
               ?
            
             
               Perdy
               a
               certaine
               charge
               assign'd
               they
               haue
            
             
               To
               shine
               ,
               and
               times
               diuide
               ,
               not
               fate
               to
               graue
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               grant
               they
               somewhat
               giue
               it
               at
               one
               instant
            
             
               Of
               euery
               babe
               the
               birth
               in
               heauen
               so
               scand
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               that
               restlesse
               roll
               ,
               and
               neuer
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Should
               in
               his
               life
               beare
               yet
               so
               violent
               sway
               :
            
             
               That
               ,
               not
               his
               actions
               only
               next
               to
               birth
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               his
               life
               and
               death
               he
               swayed
               therewith
               ?
            
             
               How
               may
               one
               motion
               make
               so
               sundrie
               affects
               ?
            
             
               Or
               one
               impression
               tend
               to
               such
               respects
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Some
               rule
               there
               is
               yet
               .
               Else
               ,
               why
               were
               defer'd
            
             
               Till
               now
               ,
               these
               plagues
               ,
               so
               long
               ere
               now
               deseru'd
               ?
            
             
               If
               for
               they
               are
               trifles
               ,
               they
               ne
               seeme
               of
               care
               :
            
             
               But
               toyes
               with
               God
               the
               stately
               scepters
               are
               .
            
             
               Yet
               in
               them
               too
               plaine
               doth
               appeare
               foreset
               ,
            
             
               The
               certaine
               rule
               and
               fatall
               limits
               set
               ,
            
             
             
               Yet
               thinke
               we
               not
               ,
               this
               sure
               foresetting
               fate
               ,
            
             
               But
               Gods
               fast
               prouidence
               for
               each
               princely
               state
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               hath
               he
               erst
               restrain'd
               his
               prouidence
               ?
            
             
               Or
               is
               he
               nigard
               of
               his
               free
               dispence
               ?
            
             
               Or
               is
               he
               vncertaine
               foreset
               drifts
               to
               driue
               ?
            
             
               That
               not
               dame
               Chance
               but
               he
               all
               goods
               may
               giue
               ?
            
             
               A
               heathen
               god
               they
               hold
               whom
               Fortune
               keepe
               ,
            
             
               To
               deale
               them
               haps
               while
               god
               they
               weene
               asleepe
               :
            
             
               Mocke-gods
               they
               are
               and
               many
               gods
               induce
               ,
            
             
               Who
               fortune
               faine
               to
               father
               their
               abuse
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               so
               it
               be
               ,
               it
               might
               haue
               warned
               me
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               what
               I
               could
               not
               ,
               that
               in
               me
               see
               ye
               ,
            
             
               Who
               run
               in
               race
               ,
               the
               honor
               like
               to
               win
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               fairest
               forme
               nought
               may
               deforme
               but
               sin
               ,
            
             
               Alas
               ,
               when
               most
               I
               did
               defie
               all
               dread
               ,
            
             
               By
               single
               haire
               deaths
               sword
               hung
               ouer
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               For
               hearke
               the
               end
               and
               listen
               now
               my
               fall
               :
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               last
               ,
               and
               this
               the
               fruit
               of
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               Counsell
               chamber
               come
               ,
               a
               while
               we
               staid
            
             
               For
               him
               without
               whom
               nought
               was
               done
               or
               said
               :
            
             
               At
               last
               he
               came
               ,
               and
               courteously
               excused
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               so
               long
               our
               patience
               had
               abused
               .
            
             
               And
               pleasantly
               began
               to
               paint
               his
               cheere
               ,
            
             
               And
               said
               :
               My
               Lord
               of
               Elie
               ,
               would
               we
               had
               heere
            
             
               Some
               of
               the
               strawberries
               ,
               whereof
               you
               haue
               store
               :
            
             
               The
               last
               delighted
               me
               so
               as
               nothing
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Would
               ,
               what
               so
               you
               wish
               ,
               I
               might
               as
               well
               command
               ,
            
             
               My
               Lord
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               as
               those
               .
               And
               out
               of
               hand
            
             
               His
               seruant
               sendeth
               to
               Ely
               place
               for
               them
               .
            
             
               Out
               goeth
               from
               vs
               the
               restlesse
               diuell
               againe
               :
            
             
               Belike
               (
               I
               thinke
               )
               scarce
               yet
               perswaded
               full
               ,
            
             
               To
               worke
               the
               mischiefe
               that
               did
               mad
               his
               scull
               .
            
             
               At
               last
               determin'd
               ,
               of
               his
               bloodie
               thought
            
             
               And
               force
               ordain'd
               ,
               to
               worke
               the
               wile
               he
               sought
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Frowning
               he
               enters
               ,
               with
               so
               changed
               cheare
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               milde
               May
               had
               chopped
               foule
               Ianuere
               :
            
             
               And
               lowring
               on
               me
               with
               the
               goggle
               eye
               ,
            
             
               The
               whetted
               tuske
               ,
               and
               fur'wed
               forehead
               hie
               ,
            
             
               His
               crooked
               shoulder
               bristlelike
               set
               vp
               ,
            
             
               With
               frothie
               iawes
               ,
               whose
               fome
               he
               chaw'd
               and
               sup'd
               ,
            
             
               With
               angrie
               lookes
               that
               flamed
               as
               the
               fire
               :
            
             
               Thus
               gan
               at
               last
               to
               grunt
               the
               grimmest
               fire
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               merit
               they
               ,
               whom
               me
               ,
               the
               kingdomes
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Contriued
               haue
               counsell
               trayterously
               to
               slay
               ?
            
             
               Abashed
               all
               sate
               .
               I
               thought
               I
               might
               be
               bold
               ,
            
             
               For
               conscience
               clearenesse
               and
               acquaintance
               old
               ,
            
             
               Their
               hire
               is
               plaine
               ,
               quoth
               I
               Be
               death
               the
               least
            
             
               To
               whoso
               seeketh
               your
               grace
               so
               to
               molest
               .
            
             
               Withouten
               stay
               :
               the
               Queene
               and
               the
               whore
               Shores
               wife
               ,
            
             
               By
               witchcraft
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               seeke
               to
               waste
               my
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               heere
               the
               withered
               and
               be
               witched
               arme
               ,
            
             
               That
               thus
               is
               spent
               by
               those
               two
               Sorceresse
               charme
               :
            
             
               And
               bared
               his
               arme
               and
               shewed
               his
               swinish
               skin
               .
            
             
               Such
               cloakes
               they
               vse
               ,
               that
               seeke
               to
               cloud
               their
               sin
               .
            
             
               But
               out
               alas
               ,
               it
               serueth
               not
               for
               the
               raine
               ,
            
             
               To
               all
               the
               house
               the
               colour
               was
               too
               plaine
               :
            
             
               Nature
               had
               giuen
               him
               many
               a
               maimed
               marke
            
             
               And
               it
               amongst
               to
               note
               her
               monstruous
               warke
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               doubtfull
               heart
               distracted
               this
               replie
               .
            
             
               For
               th'
               one
               I
               cared
               not
               .
               th'
               other
               nipt
               so
               nie
            
             
               That
               whist
               I
               could
               not
               :
               but
               forthwith
               brake
               forth
               .
            
             
               If
               so
               it
               be
               ,
               of
               death
               they
               are
               doubtlesse
               worth
               .
            
             
               If
               ,
               traytour
               quoth
               he
               ?
               plai'st
               thou
               with
               ifs
               and
               ands
               ?
            
             
               I
               le
               on
               thy
               bodie
               auow
               it
               with
               these
               hands
               .
            
             
               And
               there
               withall
               he
               mightly
               bounced
               the
               bord
               .
            
             
               In
               rush'd
               his
               bil-men
               ,
               one
               himselfe
               bestird
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Laying
               at
               Lord
               Stanley
               ,
               whose
               braine
               he
               had
               surely
               cleft
               ,
            
             
               Had
               he
               not
               downe
               beneath
               the
               table
               crept
               .
            
             
               But
               
                 Ely
                 ,
                 Yorke
              
               ,
               and
               I
               were
               taken
               straight
               ,
            
             
             
               Imprisoned
               they
               :
               I
               should
               no
               longer
               wait
               ,
            
             
               But
               charged
               was
               to
               shriue
               me
               ,
               and
               shift
               with
               hast
               .
            
             
               My
               Lord
               must
               dine
               ,
               and
               now
               midday
               was
               past
               .
            
             
               The
               Bores
               first
               dish
               ,
               not
               the
               bores
               head
               should
               be
               .
            
             
               But
               Hastings
               head
               the
               borish
               beast
               would
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhy
               stay
               I
               his
               dinner
               ?
               vnto
               the
               chappel
               ioineth
            
             
               A
               greenish
               hil
               ,
               that
               body
               and
               soule
               oft
               twineth
               .
            
             
               There
               on
               a
               blocke
               my
               head
               was
               stricken
               off
               ,
            
             
               As
               Baptists
               head
               ,
               for
               Herod
               bloudy
               gnoffe
               .
            
             
               Thus
               liu'd
               I
               Baldwine
               ,
               thus
               dide
               I
               ,
               thus
               I
               fel
               ,
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               summe
               ,
               which
               al
               at
               large
               to
               tel
            
             
               VVould
               volumes
               fil
               :
               whence
               yet
               these
               lessons
               note
            
             
               Ye
               noble
               Lords
               ,
               to
               learne
               and
               ken
               by
               rote
               .
            
          
           
             
               By
               filthie
               rising
               feare
               your
               names
               to
               staine
               ;
            
             
               If
               not
               for
               vertues
               loue
               ,
               for
               dread
               of
               paine
               .
            
             
               VVhom
               so
               the
               mindes
               vnquiet
               state
               vpheaues
               ,
            
             
               Be
               it
               for
               loue
               or
               feare
               :
               when
               fancie
               reaues
            
             
               Reason
               her
               right
               ,
               by
               mocking
               of
               the
               wit
               ,
            
             
               If
               once
               the
               cause
               of
               this
               affection
               flit
               ,
            
             
               Reason
               preuailing
               on
               the
               vubridled
               thought
               :
            
             
               Downe
               falth
               he
               who
               by
               fancie
               climbe
               aloft
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               hath
               the
               riser
               foule
               no
               staie
               from
               fall
               ,
            
             
               No
               not
               of
               those
               that
               raisd
               him
               first
               of
               all
               .
            
             
               His
               suretie
               stands
               in
               mainteining
               the
               cause
            
             
               That
               heau'd
               him
               first
               ,
               which
               rest
               by
               reasons
               sawes
               ,
            
             
               Not
               onely
               falth
               he
               to
               his
               former
               state
               ,
            
             
               But
               liueth
               for
               euer
               in
               his
               princes
               hate
               .
            
             
               And
               marke
               my
               Lords
               ,
               God
               for
               adulterie
               sleath
               ,
            
             
               Though
               ye
               it
               thinke
               too
               sweete
               a
               sinne
               for
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               Serue
               trulie
               your
               Prince
               and
               feare
               not
               rebels
               might
               ,
            
             
               On
               Princes
               halues
               the
               mightie
               God
               doth
               fight
               .
            
             
               O
               much
               more
               then
               forsweare
               a
               forrein
               foe
               ,
            
             
               Who
               seeketh
               your
               realme
               and
               country
               to
               vndo
               .
            
             
               Murther
               detest
               ,
               haue
               hands
               vnstaind
               with
               bloud
               .
            
             
               Aie
               with
               your
               succour
               do
               protect
               the
               good
               .
            
             
             
               Chace
               treason
               where
               trust
               should
               be
               wed
               to
               your
               frend
            
             
               Your
               heart
               and
               power
               ,
               to
               your
               liues
               last
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Flie
               tickle
               credit
               ,
               shun
               alike
               distrust
               .
            
             
               Too
               true
               it
               is
               ,
               and
               credit
               it
               you
               must
               :
            
             
               The
               iealous
               nature
               wanteth
               no
               stormie
               strife
               ,
            
             
               The
               simple
               soule
               aye
               leadeth
               a
               sower
               life
               .
            
             
               Beware
               of
               flatterers
               ,
               friends
               in
               outward
               show
               :
            
             
               Best
               is
               of
               such
               to
               make
               your
               open
               foe
               .
            
             
               What
               all
               men
               seeke
               ,
               that
               all
               men
               seeke
               to
               saine
               ,
            
             
               Some
               such
               to
               be
               ,
               some
               such
               to
               seeme
               ,
               them
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Marke
               Gods
               iust
               iudgements
               ,
               punishing
               sin
               by
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               And
               slipperie
               state
               wherein
               aloft
               we
               swimme
               .
            
             
               The
               prouerbe
               ,
               all
               day
               vp
               if
               we
               ne
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Agreeth
               well
               to
               vs
               high
               heaued
               worldlings
               all
               .
            
             
               From
               common
               sort
               vprais'd
               ,
               in
               honors
               weed
            
             
               We
               shine
               :
               while
               Fortune
               false
               (
               whom
               none
               erst
               feed
            
             
               To
               stand
               with
               stay
               and
               forsweare
               ticklenesse
               :
               )
            
             
               Sowseth
               vs
               in
               mire
               of
               durtie
               brittlenesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               learne
               ye
               Princes
               by
               my
               wronged
               sprite
               ,
            
             
               Not
               to
               misconster
               what
               is
               meant
               aright
               ,
            
             
               The
               winged
               words
               too
               oft
               preuent
               the
               wit
               ,
            
             
               When
               silence
               ceaseth
               afore
               the
               lips
               to
               sit
               .
            
             
               Alas
               ,
               what
               may
               the
               words
               yeeld
               worthie
               death
               ?
            
             
               The
               words
               worst
               is
               ,
               the
               speakers
               stinking
               breath
               .
            
             
               Words
               are
               but
               winde
               ,
               why
               cost
               they
               then
               so
               much
            
             
               The
               guiltie
               kicke
               ,
               when
               they
               too
               smartly
               touch
               .
            
          
           
             
               Forth
               irreturnable
               flieth
               the
               spoken
               word
               ,
            
             
               Be
               it
               in
               scoffe
               ,
               in
               earnest
               ,
               or
               in
               bourd
               .
            
             
               Without
               returne
               ,
               and
               vnreceiu'd
               ,
               it
               hangs
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               takers
               mercie
               ,
               or
               rigour
               stands
               .
            
             
               Which
               if
               he
               sowerly
               wrest
               with
               wrathfull
               cheare
               ,
            
             
               The
               shiuering
               word
               turnes
               to
               the
               speakers
               feare
               .
            
             
               If
               friendly
               courtefie
               do
               the
               word
               expound
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               speakers
               comfort
               sweetly
               it
               doth
               redound
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Euen
               as
               the
               vapour
               which
               the
               fire
               repels
               ,
            
             
               Turnes
               not
               to
               earth
               ,
               but
               in
               mid
               aire
               dwels
               .
            
             
               Where
               while
               it
               hangeth
               ,
               if
               Boreas
               frostie
               flawes
            
             
               With
               rigour
               rattle
               it
               :
               not
               to
               raine
               it
               thawes
               ,
            
             
               But
               thunder
               ,
               lightnings
               ,
               ratling
               haile
               or
               snow
            
             
               Sends
               downe
               to
               earth
               ,
               whence
               first
               it
               rose
               below
               ;
            
             
               But
               if
               faire
               Phoebus
               with
               his
               countenance
               sweete
            
             
               Resolue
               it
               ,
               downe
               the
               dew
               ,
               or
               Manna
               sleete
               .
            
          
           
             
               (
               The
               Manna
               dew
               ,
               that
               in
               the
               Easterne
               lands
               ,
            
             
               Excell'th
               the
               labour
               of
               the
               bees
               small
               hands
               .
               )
            
             
               Else
               for
               her
               Memnon
               gray
               Auroras
               teares
               ,
            
             
               On
               the
               earth
               it
               stilleth
               ,
               the
               partener
               of
               her
               feares
               .
            
             
               Or
               sendeth
               sweet
               showers
               to
               glad
               their
               mother
               earth
               ,
            
             
               Whence
               first
               they
               tooke
               their
               first
               inconstant
               birth
               ,
            
             
               To
               so
               great
               griefes
               ,
               ill
               taken
               words
               do
               grow
               :
            
             
               Of
               words
               well
               taken
               ,
               such
               delights
               do
               flow
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               learned
               ,
               thus
               be
               heere
               at
               length
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               What
               since
               ensued
               ,
               to
               thee
               I
               will
               commend
               .
            
             
               Now
               farewell
               Baldwine
               ,
               shield
               my
               torne
               name
               ,
            
             
               From
               slanderous
               trumpe
               of
               blasting
               blacke
               defame
               .
            
             
               But
               ere
               I
               part
               ,
               hereof
               thou
               record
               beare
               :
            
             
               I
               claime
               no
               part
               of
               vertues
               reckoned
               heere
               .
            
             
               My
               vice
               my selfe
               ,
               but
               God
               my
               vertues
               take
               .
            
             
               So
               hence
               depart
               I
               ,
               as
               I
               entred
               nak'd
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               ended
               Hastings
               both
               his
               life
               and
               tale
               ,
            
             
               Containing
               all
               his
               worldly
               blisse
               and
               bale
               .
            
             
               Happie
               he
               liued
               ,
               too
               happie
               but
               for
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               Happie
               he
               died
               whom
               right
               his
               death
               did
               bring
               .
            
             
               Thus
               euer
               happie
               .
               For
               there
               is
               no
               meane
            
             
               Twixt
               blissefull
               liues
               and
               mortall
               deaths
               extreame
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               feared
               not
               his
               foes
               to
               staine
               his
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               these
               slanders
               to
               procure
               his
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               rustie
               armour
               as
               in
               extreame
               shift
               ,
            
             
               They
               clad
               themselues
               ,
               to
               cloake
               their
               diuellish
               drift
               .
            
             
               And
               forth
               with
               for
               substantiall
               citizens
               sent
               ,
            
             
             
               Declaring
               to
               them
               ,
               Hastings
               forged
               intent
            
             
               Was
               to
               haue
               slaine
               the
               Duke
               :
               and
               to
               haue
               seised
            
             
               The
               Kings
               yong
               person
               ,
               slaying
               whom
               he
               had
               pleas'd
               .
            
             
               But
               God
               of
               Iustice
               had
               withturn'd
               that
               fate
               ,
            
             
               Which
               where
               it
               ought
               ,
               light
               on
               his
               proper
               pate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               practised
               they
               by
               proclamation
               spread
               ,
            
             
               Nought
               to
               forget
               ,
               that
               mought
               defame
               him
               dead
               .
            
             
               Which
               was
               so
               curious
               ,
               and
               so
               clerkely
               pend
               ,
            
             
               So
               long
               withall
               :
               that
               when
               some
               did
               attend
            
             
               His
               death
               so
               yong
               :
               they
               saw
               that
               long
               before
            
             
               The
               shroud
               was
               shaped
               ,
               then
               babe
               to
               die
               was
               bore
               .
            
             
               So
               wonteth
               God
               to
               blind
               the
               worldly
               wise
               ,
            
             
               That
               not
               to
               see
               ,
               that
               all
               the
               world
               espies
               .
            
          
           
             
               One
               hearing
               it
               cried
               out
               :
               A
               goodly
               cast
               ,
            
             
               And
               well
               contriued
               ,
               foule
               cast
               away
               for
               hast
               :
            
             
               Whereto
               another
               gan
               in
               scoffe
               replie
               ,
            
             
               First
               pend
               it
               was
               by
               enspiring
               prophecie
               .
            
             
               So
               can
               God
               rip
               vp
               secret
               mischiefes
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               confusion
               of
               the
               workers
               thought
               .
            
             
               My
               Lords
               ,
               the
               tub
               ,
               that
               dround
               the
               Clarence
               Duke
               ,
            
             
               Dround
               not
               his
               death
               ,
               not
               yet
               his
               deaths
               rebuke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Your
               politique
               secrets
               gard
               with
               trustie
               loyaltie
               :
            
             
               So
               shall
               they
               lurke
               in
               most
               assured
               secrecie
               .
            
             
               By
               Hastings
               death
               ,
               and
               after
               fame
               ye
               learne
               ,
            
             
               The
               earth
               for
               murder
               crieth
               out
               vengeance
               sterne
               .
            
             
               Flie
               from
               his
               faults
               ,
               and
               spare
               to
               hurt
               his
               fame
               .
            
             
               The
               eager
               hounds
               forbeare
               their
               slaine
               game
               ,
            
             
               Dead
               ,
               dead
               ,
               auaunt
               Curs
               from
               the
               conquered
               chase
               .
            
             
               Ill
               might
               he
               liue
               who
               loueth
               the
               dead
               to
               race
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               liued
               this
               Lord
               ,
               thus
               died
               he
               ,
               thus
               he
               slept
               .
            
             
               Mids
               forward
               race
               when
               first
               to
               rest
               he
               stept
               ,
            
             
               Enuious
               death
               that
               bounceth
               as
               well
               with
               mace
            
             
               At
               Kesars
               courts
               ,
               as
               at
               the
               poorest
               gates
               :
            
             
               When
               nature
               seem'd
               too
               slow
               ,
               by
               this
               sloape
               meane
               ,
            
             
               Conueighed
               him
               sooner
               to
               his
               liues
               extreame
               .
            
             
             
               Happie
               in
               preuenting
               woes
               that
               after
               happ'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               slumber
               sweete
               his
               liuing
               lights
               he
               lapp'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whose
               hastie
               death
               ,
               if
               it
               do
               any
               grieue
               :
            
             
               Know
               he
               ,
               he
               liu'd
               to
               die
               ,
               and
               dide
               to
               liue
               .
            
             
               Vntimely
               neuer
               comes
               the
               liues
               last
               met
               .
            
             
               In
               cradle
               death
               may
               rightly
               claime
               his
               det
               .
            
             
               Straight
               after
               birth
               due
               is
               the
               fatall
               beere
               .
            
             
               By
               deaths
               permission
               the
               aged
               linger
               heere
               .
            
             
               Euen
               in
               the
               swathbands
               out
               commission
               goeth
            
             
               To
               loose
               thy
               breath
               ,
               that
               yet
               but
               yongly
               bloweth
               .
            
          
           
             
               Happie
               ,
               thrice
               happie
               ,
               who
               so
               loos'th
               his
               breath
               ,
            
             
               That
               life
               he
               gaineth
               by
               his
               godly
               death
               .
            
             
               As
               Hastings
               heere
               .
               Whom
               time
               and
               truth
               agree
               ,
            
             
               To
               engraue
               by
               fame
               in
               strong
               eternitie
               .
            
             
               Who
               spareth
               not
               speaking
               ,
               with
               danger
               of
               his
               blood
               ?
            
             
               Yet
               loe
               this
               noble
               Lord
               did
               thinke
               it
               good
            
             
               To
               cleare
               the
               innocent
               not
               to
               spare
               to
               speake
               ,
            
             
               Although
               his
               shoulders
               with
               his
               blood
               should
               reake
               .
            
          
           
             
               Worthie
               to
               liue
               ,
               who
               liu'd
               not
               for
               himselfe
            
             
               But
               prised
               his
               same
               more
               then
               this
               worldly
               pelfe
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               name
               and
               line
               ,
               if
               any
               yet
               preserue
               ,
            
             
               We
               wish
               they
               liue
               like
               honor
               to
               destrue
               .
            
             
               Whether
               thou
               seeke
               by
               martiall
               prowese
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Or
               Pallas
               policie
               high
               thy
               name
               to
               raise
               ,
            
             
               Or
               trustie
               seruice
               honor
               to
               attaine
               ;
            
             
               Hastings
               foreled
               :
               tracke
               heere
               his
               bloodie
               traine
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
           
             Master
             D.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             THE
             COMPLAINT
             OF
             HENRIE
             DVKE
             of
             Buckingham
             .
          
           
             
               WHo
               trusts
               too
               much
               to
               honors
               highest
               throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               warily
               watch
               not
               slie
               dame
               Fortunes
               snares
               :
            
             
               Or
               who
               in
               Court
               will
               beare
               the
               swing
               alone
               ,
            
             
               And
               wisely
               weigh
               not
               how
               to
               weild
               the
               care
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               he
               me
               ,
               and
               by
               my
               death
               beware
               :
            
             
               Whom
               flattering
               Fortune
               falsely
               so
               beguilde
               ,
            
             
               That
               loe
               she
               slew
               ,
               where
               erst
               full
               smooth
               shee
               smilde
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               Sackuill
               sith
               in
               purpose
               now
               thou
               hast
            
             
               The
               wofull
               fall
               of
               Princes
               to
               descriue
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               Fortune
               both
               vplift
               and
               eke
               downe
               cast
               ,
            
             
               To
               shew
               thereby
               th'
               vnsuretie
               in
               this
               life
               ,
            
             
               Marke
               well
               my
               fall
               ,
               which
               I
               shall
               shew
               beliue
               ,
            
             
               And
               paint
               it
               forth
               ,
               that
               all
               estates
               may
               know
               :
            
             
               Haue
               they
               the
               warning
               ,
               and
               be
               mine
               the
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               noble
               blood
               made
               me
               both
               Prince
               and
               Peere
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               peerelesse
               too
               ,
               had
               reason
               purchast
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               God
               with
               gifts
               endow'd
               me
               largely
               heere
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               auailes
               his
               gifts
               where
               failes
               his
               grace
               ?
            
             
               My
               mothers
               sire
               sprung
               of
               a
               kingly
               race
               ,
            
             
               And
               call'd
               was
               Edmund
               Duke
               of
               Sommerset
               ,
            
             
               Bereft
               of
               life
               ere
               time
               by
               nature
               set
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whose
               faithfull
               heart
               to
               Henrie
               sixt
               so
               wrought
            
             
               That
               he
               him
               nere
               in
               weale
               ,
               or
               woe
               forsooke
               ,
            
             
               Till
               lastly
               he
               at
               Tewkesbury
               field
               was
               cought
            
             
               Where
               with
               an
               axe
               his
               violent
               death
               he
               tooke
               :
            
             
               He
               neuer
               could
               King
               Edwards
               partie
               brooke
               ,
            
             
               Till
               by
               his
               death
               he
               voucht
               that
               quarrell
               good
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               his
               Sire
               ,
               and
               Grand-sire
               spilt
               their
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               such
               was
               erst
               my
               fathers
               cruell
               chance
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Stafford
               Earle
               by
               name
               that
               Humfrey
               hight
            
             
               Who
               euer
               prest
               did
               Henries
               part
               aduance
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               ceast
               till
               at
               Saint
               Albones
               fight
            
             
               He
               lost
               his
               life
               ,
               as
               then
               did
               many
               a
               Knight
               :
            
             
               Where
               eke
               my
               Grandsire
               ,
               Duke
               of
               Buckingham
            
             
               Was
               wounded
               sore
               ,
               and
               hardly
               scapt
               vntane
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               may
               boote
               to
               stay
               the
               Sisters
               three
               ,
            
             
               When
               Atropos
               perforce
               will
               cut
               the
               thred
               ?
            
             
               The
               dolefull
               day
               was
               come
               when
               you
               might
               see
            
             
               Northampton
               field
               with
               armed
               men
               orespred
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               fate
               would
               algates
               haue
               my
               Grandsire
               dead
               :
            
             
               So
               rushing
               forth
               amids
               the
               fiercest
               fight
               ,
            
             
               He
               liu'd
               ,
               and
               di'd
               there
               in
               his
               Masters
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               place
               of
               whom
               as
               it
               befell
               my
               lot
               ,
            
             
               Like
               on
               a
               stage
               ,
               so
               stept
               I
               in
               straightway
               ,
            
             
               Enioying
               there
               but
               wofully
               God
               wot
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               that
               had
               a
               slender
               part
               to
               play
               :
            
             
               To
               teach
               thereby
               ,
               in
               earth
               no
               state
               may
               stay
               ,
            
             
               But
               as
               our
               parts
               abridge
               ,
               or
               length
               our
               age
               ,
            
             
               So
               passe
               we
               all
               while
               others
               fill
               the
               stage
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               of
               my selfe
               the
               dreerie
               fate
               to
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               sometime
               a
               Prince
               withouten
               peere
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               Edward
               fift
               began
               his
               rufull
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Ay
               me
               ,
               then
               I
               began
               that
               hatefull
               yeare
               ,
            
             
               To
               compasse
               that
               which
               I
               haue
               bought
               so
               deare
               :
            
             
               I
               bare
               the
               swinge
               ,
               I
               and
               that
               wretched
               wight
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Glocester
               that
               Richard
               hight
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               the
               fates
               had
               reft
               that
               Roiall
               Prince
            
             
               Edward
               the
               fourth
               ,
               chiefe
               mirrour
               of
               that
               name
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               ,
               and
               I
               fast
               ioined
               euer
               since
               ,
            
             
               In
               faithfull
               loue
               ,
               our
               secret
               dristes
               to
               frame
               :
            
             
               VVhat
               he
               thought
               best
               ,
               to
               me
               so
               seem'd
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               not
               bent
               so
               much
               for
               to
               aspire
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               fulfill
               that
               greedy
               Dukes
               desire
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Whose
               restlesse
               minde
               sore
               thirsting
               after
               rule
               ,
            
             
               When
               that
               he
               saw
               his
               nephewes
               both
               to
               bin
            
             
               Through
               tender
               yeares
               as
               yet
               vnfit
               to
               rule
               ,
            
             
               And
               rather
               ruled
               by
               their
               Mothers
               kin
               ,
            
             
               There
               sought
               he
               first
               his
               mischiefe
               to
               begin
               ,
            
             
               To
               pluck
               from
               them
               their
               Mothers
               friends
               assinde
               ,
            
             
               For
               well
               he
               wist
               they
               would
               wistand
               his
               minde
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               follow
               which
               he
               ran
               so
               headlong
               swift
               ,
            
             
               With
               eagre
               thirst
               of
               his
               desired
               draught
               ,
            
             
               To
               seeke
               their
               deaths
               that
               sought
               to
               dash
               his
               drift
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               the
               chiefe
               the
               Queenes
               allies
               he
               thought
               ,
            
             
               That
               bent
               thereto
               with
               mounts
               of
               mischiefe
               fraught
               ,
            
             
               He
               knew
               their
               liues
               would
               be
               so
               sore
               his
               let
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               their
               deaths
               his
               onely
               help
               he
               set
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               I
               most
               cursed
               caitiffe
               that
               I
               was
               ,
            
             
               Seeing
               the
               state
               vnstedfast
               how
               it
               stood
               ,
            
             
               His
               chiefe
               complice
               to
               bring
               the
               same
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               Vnhappie
               wretch
               consented
               to
               their
               blood
               :
            
             
               Yee
               Kings
               ,
               and
               Peeres
               that
               swim
               in
               worldly
               good
               .
            
             
               In
               seeking
               bloud
               the
               end
               aduert
               you
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               see
               if
               bloud
               ay
               aske
               not
               bloud
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Consider
               Cyrus
               in
               your
               cruell
               thought
               ,
            
             
               A
               matchlesse
               Prince
               in
               riches
               ,
               and
               in
               might
               ,
            
             
               And
               weigh
               in
               minde
               the
               bloudy
               deedes
               he
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               In
               sheading
               which
               he
               set
               his
               whole
               delight
               :
            
             
               But
               see
               the
               guerdon
               lotted
               to
               this
               wight
               ,
            
             
               He
               whose
               huge
               power
               no
               man
               might
               ouerthrow
               ,
            
             
               Tamiris
               Queene
               with
               great
               despite
               hath
               slow
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               head
               dismembred
               from
               his
               mangled
               corps
               ,
            
             
               Her selfe
               she
               cast
               into
               a
               vessell
               fraught
            
             
               VVith
               clottered
               bloud
               of
               them
               that
               felt
               her
               force
               .
            
             
               And
               with
               these
               words
               a
               iustreward
               she
               taught
               :
            
             
               
                 Drinke
                 now
                 thy
                 fill
                 of
                 thy
                 desired
                 draught
                 .
              
            
             
               Loe
               marke
               the
               fine
               that
               did
               this
               Prince
               befall
               :
            
             
               Marke
               not
               this
               one
               ,
               but
               marke
               the
               end
               of
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Behold
               Cambises
               ,
               and
               his
               fatall
               day
               ,
            
             
               Where
               murders
               mischiefe
               mirrour
               like
               is
               left
               :
            
             
               While
               he
               his
               brother
               Mergus
               cast
               to
               slay
               ,
            
             
               A
               dreadfull
               thing
               ,
               his
               wits
               were
               him
               bereft
               .
            
             
               A
               sword
               he
               caught
               ,
               wherewith
               he
               pierced
               eft
            
             
               His
               bodie
               gor'd
               ,
               which
               he
               of
               life
               benoomes
               :
            
             
               So
               iust
               is
               God
               in
               all
               his
               dreadfull
               doomes
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               bloodie
               Brutus
               rightly
               didst
               thou
               rue
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               O
               Cassius
               ,
               iustly
               came
               thy
               fall
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               sword
               wherewith
               thou
               Caesar
               slue
            
             
               Murdredst
               thy selfe
               ,
               and
               reft
               thy
               life
               withall
               .
            
             
               A
               Mirrour
               let
               him
               be
               vnto
               you
               all
            
             
               That
               murdrers
               be
               ,
               of
               murder
               to
               your
               meed
               :
            
             
               For
               murder
               cries
               out
               vengeance
               on
               your
               seed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Loe
               Bessus
               he
               that
               arm'd
               with
               murdrers
               knife
               ,
            
             
               And
               traytrours
               heart
               ,
               against
               his
               royall
               King
               ,
            
             
               With
               bloodie
               hands
               bereft
               his
               masters
               life
               ,
            
             
               Aduert
               the
               fine
               his
               foule
               offence
               did
               bring
               :
            
             
               And
               lothing
               murder
               as
               most
               lothly
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               in
               him
               the
               iust
               deserued
               fall
               ,
            
             
               That
               euer
               hath
               ,
               and
               shall
               betide
               them
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               booted
               him
               his
               false
               vsurped
               raigne
               ?
            
             
               Whereto
               by
               murder
               he
               did
               so
               ascend
               ,
            
             
               When
               like
               a
               wretch
               led
               in
               an
               iron
               chaine
               ,
            
             
               He
               was
               presented
               by
               his
               chiefest
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               foes
               of
               him
               whom
               he
               had
               slaine
               :
            
             
               That
               euen
               they
               should
               auenge
               so
               foule
               a
               gilt
               ,
            
             
               That
               rather
               sought
               to
               haue
               his
               blood
               yspilt
               .
            
          
           
             
               Take
               heed
               ye
               Princes
               and
               ye
               Prelats
               all
            
             
               Of
               this
               outrage
               ,
               which
               though
               it
               sleepe
               a
               while
            
             
               And
               not
               disclos'd
               ,
               as
               it
               doth
               seld
               befall
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               God
               that
               suffereth
               silence
               to
               beguile
            
             
               Such
               guilts
               ,
               wherewith
               both
               earth
               and
               aire
               ye
               file
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               descries
               them
               to
               your
               foule
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               You
               see
               th'
               examples
               set
               before
               your
               face
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               deeply
               graue
               within
               your
               stony
               harts
               ,
            
             
               The
               dreerie
               dole
               that
               mightie
               Macedo
               ,
            
             
               With
               tears
               vnfolded
               wrapt
               in
               deadly
               smarts
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               he
               the
               death
               of
               Clitus
               sorowed
               so
               ,
            
             
               VVhom
               erst
               he
               murdred
               with
               the
               deadly
               blow
            
             
               Raught
               in
               his
               rage
               vpon
               his
               friend
               so
               deare
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               behold
               loe
               how
               his
               pangs
               appeare
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               launced
               speare
               he
               writhes
               out
               of
               the
               wound
               ,
            
             
               From
               which
               the
               purple
               bloud
               spins
               in
               his
               face
               :
            
             
               His
               heinous
               guilt
               when
               he
               returned
               found
               ,
            
             
               He
               throwes
               himselfe
               vpon
               the
               corps
               alas
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               armes
               how
               oft
               doth
               he
               imbrace
            
             
               His
               murdred
               friend
               ?
               and
               kissing
               him
               in
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               Forth
               flow
               the
               flouds
               of
               salt
               repentant
               raine
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               friends
               amaz'd
               at
               such
               a
               murder
               done
               ,
            
             
               In
               fearefull
               flocks
               begin
               to
               shrinke
               away
               :
            
             
               And
               he
               therat
               with
               heapes
               of
               grief
               fordone
               ,
            
             
               Hateth
               himselfe
               ,
               wishing
               his
               latter
               day
               .
            
             
               Now
               he
               likewise
               perceiued
               in
               like
               stay
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               the
               wilde
               beast
               in
               the
               desert
               bred
               ,
            
             
               Both
               dreading
               others
               and
               him selfe
               adred
               :
            
          
           
             
               He
               calles
               for
               death
               ,
               and
               loathing
               longer
               life
               ,
            
             
               Bent
               to
               his
               bane
               ,
               refuseth
               kindly
               food
               :
            
             
               And
               plung'd
               in
               depth
               of
               death
               and
               dolours
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Had
               queld
               himselfe
               ,
               had
               not
               his
               friends
               withstood
               .
            
             
               Loe
               he
               that
               thus
               hath
               shed
               the
               guiltlesse
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               Though
               he
               were
               King
               and
               Kesar
               ouer
               all
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               chose
               he
               death
               to
               guerdon
               death
               withall
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Prince
               whose
               Peere
               was
               neuer
               vnder
               sunne
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               glistening
               fame
               the
               earth
               did
               ouerglide
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               his
               power
               welny
               the
               world
               had
               wonne
               ,
            
             
               His
               bloudy
               hands
               himselfe
               could
               not
               abide
               ,
            
             
               But
               folly
               bent
               with
               famine
               to
               haue
               dide
               :
            
             
               The
               worthy
               Prince
               deemed
               in
               his
               regard
               ,
            
             
               That
               death
               for
               death
               could
               be
               but
               iust
               reward
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               we
               that
               were
               so
               drowned
               in
               the
               depth
            
             
               Of
               deepe
               desire
               ,
               to
               drinke
               the
               guiltlesse
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               Like
               to
               the
               Wolfe
               ,
               with
               greedy
               lookes
               that
               lepth
            
             
               Into
               the
               snare
               ,
               to
               feed
               on
               deadly
               food
               :
            
             
               So
               we
               delighted
               in
               the
               state
               we
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Blinded
               so
               far
               in
               all
               our
               blinded
               traine
               ,
            
             
               That
               blind
               we
               saw
               not
               our
               destruction
               plaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               spared
               none
               whose
               life
               could
               ought
               forlet
            
             
               Our
               wicked
               purpose
               to
               his
               passe
               to
               come
               .
            
             
               Foure
               worthy
               Knights
               we
               headed
               at
               Pomfret
               ,
            
             
               Guiltelesse
               (
               God
               wot
               )
               withouten
               law
               or
               dome
               .
            
             
               My
               heart
               euen
               bleedes
               to
               tell
               you
               all
               and
               some
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               Lord
               Hastings
               when
               he
               feared
               least
               ,
            
             
               Dispiteously
               was
               murdred
               and
               opprest
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               rocks
               vpraught
               ,
               that
               threatned
               most
               our
               wreck
               ,
            
             
               We
               seemd
               to
               saile
               much
               surer
               in
               the
               streame
               :
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               faring
               as
               she
               were
               at
               becke
            
             
               Laid
               in
               our
               lap
               the
               rule
               of
               all
               the
               Realme
               .
            
             
               The
               Nephues
               straight
               deposde
               were
               by
               the
               Eame
               .
            
             
               And
               we
               aduanst
               to
               that
               we
               bought
               full
               deere
               ,
            
             
               He
               crowned
               King
               ,
               and
               I
               his
               chiefest
               Peere
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               hauing
               won
               our
               long
               desired
               pray
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               him
               King
               that
               he
               might
               make
               me
               chiefe
               ,
            
             
               Downe
               throw
               we
               straight
               his
               silly
               Nephues
               tway
               ,
            
             
               From
               Princes
               pompe
               ,
               to
               wofull
               prisoners
               life
               :
            
             
               In
               hope
               that
               now
               stint
               was
               all
               further
               strife
               .
            
             
               Sith
               he
               was
               King
               ,
               and
               I
               chiefe
               stroke
               did
               beare
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ioied
               but
               we
               ,
               yet
               who
               more
               cause
               to
               feare
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               guiltles
               bloud
               which
               we
               vniustly
               shed
               ,
            
             
               The
               roiall
               babes
               deuested
               from
               their
               throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               like
               traytours
               raigning
               in
               their
               stead
               ,
            
             
               These
               heauy
               burdens
               passed
               vs
               vpon
               ,
            
             
               Tormenting
               vs
               so
               by
               our selues
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Much
               like
               the
               felon
               that
               pursu'd
               by
               night
               ,
            
             
               Starts
               at
               ech
               bush
               ,
               as
               his
               foe
               were
               in
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               doubting
               state
               ,
               now
               dreading
               losse
               of
               life
               ,
            
             
               In
               feare
               of
               wrack
               at
               euery
               blast
               of
               winde
               ,
            
             
               Now
               start
               in
               dreames
               through
               dread
               of
               murders
               knife
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               euen
               then
               reuengement
               were
               assinde
               ,
            
             
               With
               restles
               thought
               so
               is
               the
               guilty
               minde
            
             
               Turmoild
               ,
               and
               neuer
               feeleth
               ease
               or
               stay
               ,
            
             
               But
               liues
               in
               feare
               of
               that
               which
               followes
               aye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Well
               gaue
               that
               Iudge
               his
               doome
               vpon
               the
               death
            
             
               Of
               
                 Titus
                 Celius
              
               that
               in
               bed
               was
               slaine
               :
            
             
               When
               euery
               wight
               the
               cruell
               murder
               laieth
            
             
               To
               his
               two
               sonnes
               that
               in
               his
               chamber
               laine
               ,
            
             
               The
               Iudge
               ,
               that
               by
               the
               proofe
               perceiueth
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               were
               found
               fast
               sleeping
               in
               their
               bed
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               deemd
               them
               guiltles
               of
               this
               bloud
               yshed
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               thought
               it
               could
               not
               be
               ,
               that
               they
               which
               brake
            
             
               The
               lawes
               of
               God
               and
               man
               in
               such
               outrage
               ,
            
             
               Could
               so
               forth
               with
               themselues
               to
               sleepe
               betake
               :
            
             
               He
               rather
               thought
               the
               horrour
               and
               the
               rage
            
             
               Of
               such
               an
               heinous
               guilt
               could
               neuer
               swage
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               neuer
               suffer
               them
               to
               sleepe
               or
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Or
               dreadles
               breath
               one
               breth
               out
               of
               their
               brest
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               gnawes
               the
               griefe
               of
               conscience
               euermore
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               heart
               it
               is
               so
               deepe
               ygraue
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               neither
               sleepe
               nor
               rest
               therefore
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               thinke
               one
               thought
               but
               on
               the
               dread
               they
               haue
               .
            
             
               Still
               to
               the
               death
               foretossed
               with
               the
               waue
            
             
               Of
               restles
               woe
               ,
               in
               terrour
               and
               despeare
               ,
            
             
               They
               lead
               a
               life
               continually
               in
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Like
               to
               the
               Deere
               that
               stricken
               with
               the
               dart
               ,
            
             
               Withdrawes
               himselfe
               into
               some
               secret
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               feeling
               greene
               the
               wound
               about
               his
               hart
               ,
            
             
               Startles
               with
               pangs
               till
               he
               falt
               on
               the
               grasse
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               great
               feare
               lies
               gasping
               there
               a
               space
               ,
            
             
               Forth
               braying
               sighes
               ,
               as
               though
               ech
               pang
               had
               brought
            
             
               The
               present
               death
               ,
               which
               〈…〉
               dread
               so
               oft
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               So
               we
               deepe
               wounded
               with
               the
               bloodie
               thought
               ,
            
             
               And
               gnawing
               worme
               that
               grieu'd
               our
               conscience
               so
               ,
            
             
               Neuer
               tooke
               ease
               ,
               but
               as
               our
               heart
               out
               brought
            
             
               The
               stayned
               sighes
               in
               witnes
               of
               our
               woe
               ,
            
             
               Such
               restlesse
               cares
               our
               fault
               did
               well
               beknow
               :
            
             
               Wherewith
               of
               our
               deserued
               fall
               the
               feares
            
             
               In
               euery
               place
               rang
               death
               within
               our
               eares
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               ill
               graine
               is
               neuer
               well
               ykept
               ,
            
             
               So
               fared
               it
               by
               vs
               within
               a
               while
               :
            
             
               That
               which
               so
               long
               with
               such
               vnrest
               we
               reapt
               ,
            
             
               In
               dread
               and
               danger
               by
               all
               wit
               and
               wile
               ,
            
             
               Loe
               see
               the
               fine
               ,
               when
               once
               it
               felt
               the
               whele
            
             
               Of
               slipper
               Fortune
               ,
               stay
               it
               might
               no
               stowne
               ,
            
             
               The
               wheele
               whurles
               vp
               ,
               but
               straight
               it
               whurleth
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               hauing
               rule
               and
               riches
               in
               our
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Who
               durst
               gaine
               say
               the
               thing
               that
               we
               auer'd
               ?
            
             
               Will
               was
               wisdome
               ,
               our
               lust
               for
               law
               did
               stand
               ,
            
             
               In
               sort
               so
               strange
               ,
               that
               who
               was
               not
               afeard
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               the
               sound
               but
               of
               King
               Richard
               heard
               ?
            
             
               So
               hatefull
               waxt
               the
               hearing
               of
               his
               name
               ,
            
             
               That
               you
               may
               deeme
               the
               residue
               of
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               auail'd
               the
               terrour
               and
               the
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Wherewith
               he
               kept
               his
               lieges
               vnder
               awe
               ?
            
             
               It
               rather
               wan
               him
               hatred
               euery
               where
               ,
            
             
               And
               fained
               faces
               forc'd
               by
               feare
               of
               law
               :
            
             
               That
               but
               while
               Fortune
               doth
               with
               fauour
               blaw
               ,
            
             
               Flatter
               through
               feare
               :
               for
               in
               their
               heart
               lurkes
               aye
            
             
               A
               secret
               hate
               that
               hopeth
               for
               a
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               Recordeth
               Dionysius
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               his
               rigour
               so
               his
               Realme
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               As
               that
               he
               thought
               by
               cruell
               feare
               to
               bring
            
             
               His
               subiects
               vnder
               ,
               as
               him
               liked
               best
               :
            
             
               But
               loe
               the
               dread
               wherewith
               himselfe
               was
               strest
               ,
            
             
               And
               you
               shall
               see
               the
               fine
               of
               forced
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Most
               Mirrour
               like
               in
               this
               proud
               Prince
               appeare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               All
               were
               his
               head
               with
               crowne
               of
               gold
               yspread
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               hand
               the
               royall
               scepter
               set
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               with
               princely
               purple
               richly
               clad
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               was
               his
               heart
               with
               wretched
               cares
               orefret
               ,
            
             
               And
               inwardly
               with
               deadly
               feare
               beset
               ,
            
             
               Of
               those
               whom
               he
               by
               rigour
               kept
               in
               awe
               ,
            
             
               And
               fore
               opprest
               with
               might
               of
               tyrants
               law
               .
            
          
           
             
               Against
               whose
               feare
               ,
               no
               heapes
               of
               gold
               and
               glie
               ,
            
             
               No
               strength
               of
               guard
               ,
               nor
               all
               his
               hired
               powre
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               proud
               high
               towres
               that
               preased
               to
               the
               skie
               ,
            
             
               His
               cruell
               heart
               of
               safetie
               could
               assure
               :
            
             
               But
               dreading
               them
               whom
               he
               should
               deeme
               most
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Himselfe
               his
               beard
               with
               burning
               brand
               would
               seare
               ,
            
             
               Of
               death
               deseru'd
               so
               vexed
               him
               the
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               might
               suffice
               to
               represent
               the
               fine
            
             
               Of
               tyrants
               force
               ,
               their
               feares
               ,
               and
               their
               vnrest
               :
            
             
               But
               heare
               this
               one
               ,
               although
               my
               heart
               repine
            
             
               To
               let
               the
               sound
               once
               sinke
               within
               my
               brest
               :
            
             
               Of
               fell
               Phereus
               that
               aboue
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Such
               crueltie
               vpon
               his
               people
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               As
               (
               oh
               alas
               )
               I
               tremble
               with
               the
               thought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               he
               encased
               in
               the
               coats
               of
               Beares
               ,
            
             
               Among
               wilde
               beasts
               deuoured
               so
               to
               be
               :
            
             
               And
               some
               for
               prey
               vnto
               the
               hunters
               speares
               ,
            
             
               Like
               sauage
               beasts
               withouten
               ruth
               to
               die
               .
            
             
               Sometime
               t'
               encrease
               his
               horrid
               crueltie
               ,
            
             
               The
               quicke
               with
               face
               to
               face
               engraued
               hee
               ,
            
             
               Each
               others
               death
               that
               each
               might
               liuing
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               Loe
               what
               more
               cruell
               horror
               might
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               To
               purchase
               feare
               ,
               if
               feare
               could
               stay
               his
               raigne
               ?
            
             
               It
               booted
               not
               ,
               it
               rather
               strake
               the
               wound
            
             
               Of
               feare
               in
               him
               to
               feare
               the
               like
               againe
               .
            
             
               And
               so
               he
               did
               full
               oft
               ,
               and
               not
               in
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               his
               life
               his
               cares
               could
               witnesse
               well
               ,
            
             
               But
               most
               of
               all
               his
               wretched
               end
               doth
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               His
               owne
               deare
               wife
               whom
               as
               his
               life
               he
               loued
               ,
            
             
               He
               durst
               not
               trust
               ,
               nor
               proch
               vnto
               her
               bed
               ,
            
             
               But
               causing
               first
               his
               slaue
               with
               naked
               sword
            
             
               To
               go
               before
               ,
               himselfe
               with
               trembling
               dread
            
             
               Straight
               followeth
               fast
               ,
               and
               whurling
               in
               his
               head
            
             
               His
               rolling
               eyne
               ,
               he
               searched
               heere
               and
               there
            
             
               The
               danger
               deepe
               that
               he
               so
               sore
               did
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               not
               in
               vaine
               it
               ran
               still
               in
               his
               brest
               ,
            
             
               Some
               wretched
               hap
               should
               hale
               him
               to
               his
               end
               .
            
             
               And
               therefore
               alway
               by
               his
               pillow
               prest
            
             
               Had
               he
               a
               sword
               ,
               and
               with
               that
               sword
               he
               wend
               ,
            
             
               In
               vaine
               (
               God
               wot
               )
               all
               perils
               to
               defend
               .
            
             
               For
               loe
               his
               wife
               foreirking
               of
               his
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Sleeping
               in
               bed
               this
               cruell
               wretch
               hath
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               should
               I
               more
               now
               seeke
               to
               say
               in
               this
               ,
            
             
               Or
               one
               iot
               further
               linger
               forth
               my
               tale
               ?
            
             
               With
               cruell
               Nero
               ,
               or
               with
               Phalaris
               ,
            
             
               
                 Caligula
                 ,
                 Domitian
              
               ,
               and
               all
            
             
               The
               cruell
               rout
               ?
               or
               of
               their
               wretched
               fall
               ?
            
             
               I
               can
               no
               more
               ,
               but
               in
               my
               name
               aduert
            
             
               All
               earthly
               powres
               beware
               of
               tyrants
               heart
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               our
               state
               endured
               but
               a
               throw
               ,
            
             
               So
               ,
               best
               in
               vs
               the
               stay
               of
               such
               a
               state
            
             
               May
               best
               appeare
               to
               hang
               on
               ouer
               throw
               ,
            
             
               And
               better
               teach
               tyrants
               deserued
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Then
               any
               tyrants
               death
               tofore
               or
               late
               .
            
             
               So
               cruell
               seem'd
               this
               Richard
               third
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               That
               loe
               my selfe
               now
               loth'd
               his
               crueltie
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               alas
               ,
               I
               saw
               the
               tyrant
               King
            
             
               Content
               not
               only
               from
               his
               nephewes
               twaine
            
             
               To
               riue
               worlds
               blisse
               ,
               but
               also
               all
               worlds
               being
               ,
            
             
               Sauns
               earthly
               guilt
               ycausing
               both
               be
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               My
               heart
               agrieud
               that
               such
               a
               wretch
               should
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               bloodie
               breast
               so
               sauag'd
               out
               of
               kind
               ,
            
             
               That
               Phalaris
               had
               nere
               so
               foule
               a
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Nay
               could
               I
               brooke
               him
               once
               within
               my
               brest
               ,
            
             
               But
               with
               the
               thought
               my
               teeth
               would
               gnash
               withall
               :
            
             
               For
               though
               I
               erst
               were
               his
               by
               sworne
               behest
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               when
               I
               saw
               mischiefe
               on
               mischiefe
               fall
               ,
            
             
               So
               deepe
               in
               blood
               ,
               to
               murder
               Prince
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               Aye
               then
               thought
               I
               ,
               alas
               ,
               and
               welaway
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               my selfe
               thus
               mourning
               would
               I
               say
               :
            
          
           
             
               If
               neither
               loue
               ,
               kindred
               ,
               nay
               knot
               of
               blood
               ,
            
             
               His
               owne
               allegeance
               to
               his
               Prince
               of
               due
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               the
               state
               of
               trust
               wherein
               he
               stood
               ,
            
             
               The
               worlds
               defame
               ,
               nor
               nought
               could
               forme
               him
               true
               ,
            
             
               Those
               guiltlesse
               babes
               ,
               could
               they
               not
               make
               him
               rue
               ?
            
             
               Nor
               could
               their
               youth
               ,
               nor
               innocence
               withall
            
             
               Moue
               him
               from
               reauing
               them
               their
               life
               and
               all
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Alas
               it
               could
               not
               moue
               him
               any
               iot
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               make
               him
               once
               to
               rue
               or
               wet
               his
               eye
               ,
            
             
               Stir'd
               him
               no
               more
               then
               that
               that
               stirreth
               not
               :
            
             
               But
               as
               the
               rocke
               or
               stone
               that
               will
               not
               plie
               ,
            
             
               So
               was
               his
               heart
               made
               hard
               with
               crueltie
               ,
            
             
               To
               murder
               them
               :
               alas
               I
               weepe
               in
               thought
               ,
            
             
               To
               thinke
               on
               that
               which
               this
               fell
               wretch
               hath
               wrought
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               now
               when
               he
               had
               done
               the
               thing
               he
               sought
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               he
               would
               ,
               complisht
               and
               compast
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               saw
               and
               knew
               the
               treason
               he
               had
               wrought
            
             
               To
               God
               and
               man
               ,
               to
               slay
               his
               Prince
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               Then
               seem'd
               he
               first
               to
               doubt
               and
               dread
               vs
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               me
               in
               chiefe
               ,
               whose
               death
               all
               meanes
               he
               might
               ,
            
             
               He
               sought
               to
               worke
               by
               malice
               and
               by
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               heapes
               of
               harmes
               vpharbar'd
               in
               his
               brest
               ,
            
             
               With
               enuious
               heart
               my
               honor
               to
               deface
               ,
            
             
               And
               knowing
               he
               that
               I
               which
               wotted
               best
            
             
               His
               wretched
               drifts
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               wretched
               case
               ,
            
             
               If
               euer
               sprang
               within
               me
               sparke
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Must
               needs
               abhorre
               him
               and
               his
               hatefull
               race
               :
            
             
               Now
               more
               and
               more
               gan
               cast
               me
               out
               of
               grace
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Which
               sudden
               change
               when
               I
               by
               secret
               chance
            
             
               Had
               well
               perceiu'd
               ,
               by
               proofe
               of
               enuious
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               saw
               the
               lot
               that
               did
               me
               to
               aduance
            
             
               Him
               to
               a
               King
               that
               sought
               to
               cast
               me
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Too
               late
               it
               was
               to
               linger
               any
               stowne
               :
            
             
               Sith
               present
               choice
               lay
               cast
               before
               mine
               eye
               ,
            
             
               To
               worke
               his
               death
               ,
               or
               I
               my selfe
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               the
               Knight
               in
               field
               among
               his
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Beset
               with
               swords
               ,
               must
               slay
               or
               there
               be
               slaine
               :
            
             
               So
               I
               alas
               lapt
               in
               a
               thousand
               woes
               ,
            
             
               Beholding
               death
               on
               euery
               side
               so
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               I
               rather
               chose
               by
               some
               sly
               secret
               traine
            
             
               To
               worke
               his
               death
               ,
               and
               I
               to
               liue
               therby
               ,
            
             
               Then
               he
               to
               liue
               ,
               and
               I
               of
               force
               to
               dye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               heauy
               choice
               so
               hastened
               me
               to
               chose
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               in
               part
               agrieu'd
               at
               his
               disdaine
               ,
            
             
               In
               part
               to
               wreake
               the
               dolefull
               death
               of
               those
            
             
               Two
               tender
               babes
               ,
               his
               silly
               nephewes
               twaine
               ,
            
             
               By
               him
               ,
               alas
               ,
               commanded
               to
               be
               slaine
               ,
            
             
               With
               painted
               cheere
               humbly
               before
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               Straight
               tooke
               my
               leaue
               ,
               and
               rode
               to
               Brecknocke
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               there
               as
               close
               and
               couert
               as
               I
               might
               ,
            
             
               My
               purposde
               practise
               to
               his
               passe
               to
               bring
               ,
            
             
               In
               secret
               drifts
               I
               lingred
               day
               and
               night
               ,
            
             
               All
               how
               I
               might
               depose
               this
               cruell
               King
               ,
            
             
               That
               seemd
               to
               all
               so
               much
               desirde
               a
               thing
               ,
            
             
               As
               therto
               trusting
               I
               emprisde
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               But
               too
               much
               trusting
               brought
               me
               to
               my
               bane
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               while
               I
               now
               had
               Fortune
               at
               my
               becke
               ,
            
             
               Mistrusting
               I
               no
               earthly
               thing
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               Vnwares
               alas
               ,
               least
               looking
               for
               a
               checke
               ,
            
             
               She
               mated
               me
               in
               turning
               of
               a
               ball
               :
            
             
               When
               least
               I
               feard
               ,
               then
               neerest
               was
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               whole
               Hosts
               were
               prest
               to
               stroy
               my
               fone
               ,
            
             
               She
               changed
               her
               cheare
               ,
               and
               left
               me
               post
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               had
               vprais'd
               a
               mightie
               band
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               And
               marched
               forth
               in
               order
               of
               array
               ,
            
             
               Leading
               my
               power
               amid
               the
               forrest
               Dene
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               tyrant
               banner
               to
               display
               :
            
             
               But
               loe
               my
               souldiers
               basely
               shranke
               away
               .
            
             
               For
               such
               is
               Fortune
               when
               she
               list
               to
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               Who
               seemes
               most
               sure
               ,
               him
               soonest
               whurles
               she
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               no
               Prince
               put
               trust
               in
               Commontie
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               hope
               in
               faith
               of
               giddie
               peoples
               mind
               ,
            
             
               But
               let
               all
               noble
               men
               take
               heed
               by
               me
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               the
               proofe
               too
               well
               the
               paine
               do
               find
               :
            
             
               Loe
               ,
               where
               is
               truth
               or
               trust
               ?
               or
               what
               could
               bind
            
             
               The
               vaine
               people
               ,
               but
               they
               will
               swerue
               and
               sway
               ,
            
             
               As
               chance
               brings
               change
               ,
               to
               driue
               and
               draw
               that
               way
               .
            
          
           
             
               Rome
               ,
               thou
               that
               once
               aduanced
               vp
               so
               hie
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               stay
               ,
               Patron
               ,
               and
               flowre
               of
               excellence
               ,
            
             
               Hast
               now
               throwne
               him
               to
               depth
               of
               miserie
               ,
            
             
               Exiled
               him
               that
               was
               thy
               whole
               defence
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               count'st
               it
               not
               an
               horrible
               offence
               ,
            
             
               To
               reuen
               him
               of
               honor
               and
               of
               fame
               ,
            
             
               That
               wan
               it
               thee
               when
               thou
               hadst
               lost
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               Behold
               Camillus
               ,
               he
               that
               erst
               reuiued
            
             
               The
               state
               of
               Rome
               ,
               that
               dying
               he
               did
               find
               ,
            
             
               Of
               his
               owne
               state
               is
               now
               alas
               depriued
               ,
            
             
               Banisht
               by
               them
               whom
               he
               did
               thus
               debt-bind
               :
            
             
               That
               cruell
               folke
               ,
               vnthankfull
               and
               vnkind
               ,
            
             
               Declared
               well
               their
               false
               vnconstancie
               ,
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               eke
               her
               mutabilitie
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thou
               Scipio
               ,
               a
               Mirrour
               maist
               thou
               be
            
             
               To
               all
               nobles
               ,
               that
               they
               learne
               not
               too
               late
               ,
            
             
               How
               they
               once
               trust
               th'
               vnstable
               Commontie
               .
            
             
               Thou
               that
               recur'd
               the
               torne
               dismembred
               state
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               when
               the
               Conquerour
               was
               at
               the
               gate
               ,
            
             
               Art
               now
               exil'd
               ,
               as
               though
               thou
               not
               deserued
            
             
               To
               rest
               in
               her
               ,
               whom
               thou
               hadst
               so
               preserued
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ingratefull
               Rome
               hast
               shew'd
               thy
               crueltie
            
             
               On
               him
               ,
               by
               whom
               thou
               liuest
               yet
               in
               fame
               ,
            
             
               But
               not
               thy
               deed
               ,
               nor
               his
               desert
               shall
               die
               ,
            
             
               But
               his
               owne
               words
               shall
               witnesse
               aye
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               For
               loe
               his
               graue
               doth
               thee
               most
               iustly
               blame
               .
            
             
               And
               with
               disdaine
               in
               marble
               saies
               to
               thee
               :
            
             
               Vnkind
               countrey
               ,
               my
               bones
               shalt
               thou
               not
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               more
               vnworthie
               then
               this
               his
               exile
               ?
            
             
               More
               iust
               then
               this
               the
               wofull
               plaint
               he
               wrote
               ?
            
             
               Or
               who
               could
               shew
               a
               plainer
               proofe
               the
               while
               ,
            
             
               Of
               most
               false
               faith
               ,
               then
               they
               that
               thus
               forgot
            
             
               His
               great
               deserts
               ?
               that
               so
               deserued
               not
               .
            
             
               His
               cinders
               yet
               loe
               ,
               doth
               he
               them
               denie
               ,
            
             
               That
               him
               deni'd
               amongst
               them
               for
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               Milciades
               ,
               ô
               happie
               hadst
               thou
               ben
               ,
            
             
               And
               well
               rewarded
               of
               thy
               countrey
               men
               ,
            
             
               If
               in
               the
               field
               when
               thou
               hadst
               forst
               to
               flie
               ,
            
             
               By
               thy
               prowesse
               ,
               three
               hundred
               thousand
               men
               ,
            
             
               Content
               they
               had
               been
               to
               exile
               thee
               then
               :
            
             
               And
               not
               cast
               thee
               in
               depth
               of
               prison
               so
               ,
            
             
               Laden
               with
               gyues
               ,
               to
               end
               thy
               life
               in
               wo.
               
            
          
           
             
               Alas
               how
               hard
               and
               steelie
               hearts
               had
               they
               ,
            
             
               That
               not
               contented
               there
               to
               haue
               thee
               die
               ,
            
             
               With
               fettred
               gyues
               in
               prison
               where
               thou
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Increast
               so
               far
               in
               hatefull
               crueltie
               ,
            
             
               That
               buriall
               to
               thy
               corps
               ,
               they
               eke
               denie
               :
            
             
               Ne
               will
               they
               grant
               the
               same
               till
               thy
               sonne
               haue
            
             
               Put
               on
               thy
               gyues
               ,
               to
               purchase
               thee
               a
               graue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Loe
               Hannibal
               as
               long
               as
               fixed
               fate
               ,
            
             
               And
               brittle
               Fortune
               had
               ordained
               so
               :
            
             
               Who
               euermore
               aduanst
               his
               countrey
               state
            
             
               Then
               thou
               that
               liu'dst
               for
               her
               and
               for
               no
               mo
               ?
            
             
               But
               when
               the
               stormie
               waues
               began
               to
               grow
               ,
            
             
               Without
               respect
               of
               thy
               deserts
               ere
               while
               ,
            
             
               Art
               by
               thy
               countrey
               throwne
               into
               exile
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               Vnfriendly
               Fortune
               shall
               I
               thee
               now
               blame
               ?
            
             
               Or
               shall
               I
               fault
               the
               fates
               that
               so
               ordaine
               ?
            
             
               Or
               art
               thou
               Ioue
               the
               causer
               of
               the
               same
               ?
            
             
               Or
               crueltie
               her selfe
               doth
               she
               constraine
               ?
            
             
               Or
               on
               whom
               else
               alas
               shall
               I
               complaine
               ?
            
             
               O
               trustlesse
               world
               I
               can
               accusen
               none
               ,
            
             
               But
               fickle
               faith
               of
               Commontie
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Polypus
               nor
               the
               Cameleon
               strange
               ,
            
             
               That
               turne
               themselues
               to
               euery
               hue
               they
               see
               ,
            
             
               Are
               not
               so
               full
               of
               vaine
               and
               fickle
               change
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               this
               false
               vnstedfast
               Commontie
               ,
            
             
               Loe
               I
               alas
               with
               mine
               aduersitie
            
             
               Haue
               tri'd
               it
               true
               ,
               for
               they
               are
               fled
               and
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               an
               host
               there
               is
               not
               left
               me
               one
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               I
               alas
               in
               this
               calamitie
            
             
               Alone
               was
               left
               ,
               and
               to
               my selfe
               might
               plaine
            
             
               This
               treason
               ,
               and
               this
               wretched
               cowardie
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               with
               teares
               beweepen
               and
               complaine
            
             
               My
               hatefull
               hap
               ,
               still
               looking
               to
               be
               slaine
               :
            
             
               Wandring
               in
               woe
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               heauens
               on
               hie
            
             
               Cleaping
               for
               vengeance
               of
               this
               treacherie
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               the
               Turtle
               that
               hath
               lost
               her
               mate
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               griping
               sorow
               doth
               so
               sore
               attaint
               ,
            
             
               With
               dolefull
               voice
               and
               sound
               that
               she
               doth
               make
               ,
            
             
               Mourning
               her
               losse
               ,
               filles
               all
               the
               groue
               with
               plaint
               :
            
             
               So
               I
               alas
               forsaken
               ,
               and
               forfaint
               ,
            
             
               With
               restlesse
               foot
               the
               wood
               roame
               vp
               and
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               my
               dole
               all
               shiuering
               doth
               resowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               being
               thus
               alone
               ,
               and
               all
               forsake
               ,
            
             
               Amid
               the
               thicke
               ,
               forwandred
               in
               despaire
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               dismaid
               ,
               nay
               wist
               what
               way
               to
               take
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               at
               last
               gan
               to
               my
               mind
               repaire
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               of
               mine
               cal'd
               
                 Humfrey
                 Banastaire
              
               :
            
             
               Wherewith
               me
               feeling
               much
               recomforted
               ,
            
             
               In
               hope
               of
               succour
               to
               his
               house
               I
               fled
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Who
               being
               one
               whom
               erst
               I
               had
               vp
               brought
            
             
               Euen
               from
               his
               youth
               ,
               and
               lou'd
               and
               liked
               best
               ,
            
             
               To
               gentrie
               state
               aduancing
               him
               from
               nought
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               in
               secret
               trust
               aboue
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Of
               speciall
               trust
               now
               being
               thus
               distrest
               ,
            
             
               Full
               secretly
               to
               him
               I
               me
               conuei'd
               ,
            
             
               Not
               doubting
               there
               but
               I
               should
               find
               some
               aide
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               out
               alas
               on
               cruell
               treacherie
               ,
            
             
               When
               that
               this
               caytife
               once
               an
               inkling
               heard
               ,
            
             
               How
               that
               King
               Richard
               had
               proclaim'd
               ,
               that
               he
            
             
               Which
               me
               descri'd
               should
               haue
               for
               his
               reward
            
             
               A
               thousand
               pounds
               ,
               and
               farther
               be
               prefer'd
               ,
            
             
               His
               truth
               so
               turn'd
               to
               treason
               ,
               all
               distain'd
               ,
            
             
               That
               faith
               quite
               fled
               ,
               and
               I
               by
               trust
               was
               train'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               by
               this
               wretch
               I
               being
               straight
               betrayed
               ,
            
             
               To
               one
               
                 Iohn
                 Mitton
              
               ,
               Sheriffe
               of
               Shropshire
               then
               ,
            
             
               All
               suddenly
               was
               taken
               ,
               and
               conuayed
            
             
               To
               Salisbury
               ,
               with
               rout
               of
               harnest
               men
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               King
               Richard
               there
               emcamped
               then
               ,
            
             
               Fast
               by
               the
               Citie
               with
               a
               mightie
               host
               :
            
             
               Withouten
               doome
               where
               head
               and
               life
               I
               lost
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               with
               these
               words
               ,
               as
               if
               the
               axe
               euen
               there
            
             
               Dismembred
               had
               his
               head
               and
               corps
               apart
               ,
            
             
               Dead
               fell
               he
               downe
               :
               and
               we
               in
               wofull
               feare
            
             
               Stood
               mazed
               when
               he
               would
               to
               life
               reuert
               :
            
             
               But
               deadly
               griefes
               still
               grew
               about
               his
               heart
               ,
            
             
               That
               still
               he
               lay
               ,
               sometime
               reuiu'd
               with
               paine
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               a
               sigh
               becomming
               dead
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Midnight
               was
               come
               ,
               when
               euery
               vitall
               thing
            
             
               With
               sweet
               sound
               sleepe
               their
               wearie
               limbes
               did
               rest
               ,
            
             
               The
               beasts
               were
               still
               ,
               the
               little
               birds
               that
               sing
               ,
            
             
               Now
               sweetly
               slept
               ,
               besides
               their
               mothers
               brest
               :
            
             
               The
               old
               and
               all
               were
               shrowded
               in
               their
               nest
               ,
            
             
               The
               waters
               calme
               ,
               the
               cruell
               seas
               did
               cease
               ,
            
             
               The
               woods
               ,
               the
               fields
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               held
               their
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               golden
               stars
               were
               whirld
               amid
               their
               race
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               the
               earth
               did
               laugh
               with
               twinkling
               light
               ,
            
             
               When
               each
               thing
               nestled
               in
               his
               resting
               place
               ,
            
             
               Forgat
               daies
               paine
               with
               pleasure
               of
               the
               night
               :
            
             
               The
               Hare
               had
               not
               the
               greedy
               Hounds
               in
               sight
               ,
            
             
               The
               fearfull
               Deere
               ,
               of
               death
               stood
               not
               in
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               The
               Partridge
               drept
               not
               of
               the
               Falcons
               foote
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               vgly
               Beare
               now
               minded
               not
               the
               stake
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               how
               the
               cruell
               mastiues
               doe
               him
               teare
               ,
            
             
               The
               Stag
               lay
               still
               vnroused
               from
               the
               brake
               ,
            
             
               The
               fomy
               Boare
               feard
               not
               the
               hunters
               speare
               :
            
             
               All
               things
               were
               still
               in
               desert
               ,
               bush
               and
               breare
               .
            
             
               With
               quiet
               heart
               now
               from
               their
               trauailes
               ceast
               ,
            
             
               Soundly
               they
               slept
               in
               midst
               of
               all
               their
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               Buckingham
               amid
               his
               plaint
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               With
               surging
               sorrowes
               and
               with
               pinching
               paines
            
             
               In
               sort
               thus
               sown'd
               ,
               and
               with
               a
               sigh
               he
               ceast
               ,
            
             
               To
               tellen
               forth
               the
               trechery
               and
               the
               traines
            
             
               Of
               Banastaire
               ,
               which
               him
               so
               sore
               distraines
               ,
            
             
               That
               from
               a
               sigh
               he
               falls
               into
               a
               sounde
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               a
               sound
               li'th
               raging
               on
               the
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               twiching
               were
               the
               pangs
               that
               he
               assaid
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               so
               sore
               with
               ruthfull
               rage
               distraught
               ,
            
             
               To
               thinke
               vpon
               the
               wretch
               that
               him
               betraid
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               erst
               he
               made
               a
               gentleman
               of
               naught
               ,
            
             
               That
               more
               and
               more
               agrieued
               with
               this
               thought
               ,
            
             
               He
               stormes
               out
               sighes
               ,
               and
               with
               redoubled
               sore
               ,
            
             
               Struck
               with
               the
               furies
               ,
               rageth
               more
               and
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whoso
               hath
               seene
               the
               Bull
               chased
               with
               darts
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               deepe
               wounds
               foregald
               and
               gored
               so
               ,
            
             
               Till
               he
               oppressed
               with
               the
               deadly
               smarts
               ,
            
             
               Fall
               in
               a
               rage
               ,
               and
               run
               vpon
               his
               foe
               :
            
             
               Let
               him
               I
               say
               behold
               the
               raging
               woe
            
             
               Of
               Buckingham
               ,
               that
               in
               these
               gripes
               of
               griefe
               ,
            
             
               Rageth
               gainst
               him
               that
               hath
               betraid
               his
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               bloud
               red
               eine
               he
               stareth
               here
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               Frothing
               at
               mouth
               ,
               with
               face
               as
               pale
               as
               clout
               :
            
             
               When
               loe
               my
               lims
               were
               trembling
               all
               for
               feare
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               amazde
               stood
               still
               in
               dread
               and
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               While
               I
               mought
               see
               him
               throw
               his
               armes
               about
               :
            
             
               And
               gainst
               the
               ground
               himselfe
               plunge
               with
               such
               force
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               the
               life
               forthwith
               should
               leaue
               the
               corps
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               smoke
               of
               sighs
               sometime
               I
               might
               behold
            
             
               The
               place
               all
               dimd
               ,
               like
               to
               the
               morning
               mist
               :
            
             
               And
               straight
               againe
               the
               teares
               how
               they
               down
               rold
            
             
               Alongst
               his
               cheekes
               ,
               as
               if
               the
               riuers
               hist
               :
            
             
               Whose
               flowing
               streames
               ne
               were
               no
               sooner
               whist
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               the
               stars
               such
               dreadfull
               shouts
               he
               sent
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               the
               throne
               of
               mighty
               Ioue
               should
               rent
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               I
               the
               while
               with
               sprits
               welny
               bereft
               ,
            
             
               Beheld
               the
               plight
               and
               pangs
               that
               did
               him
               straine
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               the
               bloud
               his
               deadly
               colour
               left
               ,
            
             
               And
               straight
               returnd
               with
               flaming
               red
               againe
               :
            
             
               When
               suddenly
               amid
               his
               raging
               paine
            
             
               He
               gaue
               a
               sigh
               ,
               and
               with
               that
               sigh
               hee
               said
               ,
            
             
               Oh
               Banastaire
               ,
               and
               straight
               againe
               he
               staid
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dead
               lay
               his
               corps
               ,
               as
               dead
               as
               any
               stone
               ,
            
             
               Till
               swelling
               sighs
               storming
               within
               his
               breast
            
             
               Vpraisd
               his
               head
               ,
               that
               downeward
               fell
               anon
               ,
            
             
               With
               lookes
               vpcast
               ,
               and
               sighs
               that
               neuer
               ceast
               :
            
             
               Forth
               streamd
               the
               teares
               records
               of
               his
               vnrest
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               with
               shrikes
               thus
               groueling
               on
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               Ybraied
               these
               words
               with
               shrill
               and
               dolefull
               sound
               :
            
          
           
             
               Heauen
               and
               earth
               ,
               and
               ye
               eternall
               lamps
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               the
               heauens
               wrapt
               ,
               will
               vs
               to
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               bright
               Phoebe
               ,
               that
               clearest
               the
               nights
               damps
               ,
            
             
               Witnesse
               the
               plaints
               that
               in
               these
               pangs
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               I
               wofull
               wretch
               vnlade
               out
               of
               my
               brest
               .
            
             
               And
               let
               me
               yeeld
               my
               last
               words
               ere
               I
               part
               ,
            
             
               You
               ,
               you
               ,
               I
               call
               to
               record
               of
               my
               smart
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               thou
               Alecto
               feede
               mee
               with
               thy
               food
               ,
            
             
               Let
               fall
               thy
               serpents
               from
               thy
               snaky
               heare
               ,
            
             
               For
               such
               reliefe
               well
               fits
               mee
               in
               this
               mood
               ,
            
             
               To
               feede
               my
               plaint
               with
               horrour
               and
               with
               feare
               ,
            
             
               While
               rage
               afresh
               thy
               venomd
               worme
               areare
               .
            
             
               And
               thou
               Sibylla
               when
               thou
               seest
               mee
               faint
               ,
            
             
               Addresse
               thy selfe
               the
               guide
               of
               my
               complaint
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thou
               O
               Ioue
               ,
               that
               with
               the
               deepe
               fordoome
            
             
               Dost
               rule
               the
               earth
               ,
               and
               raigne
               aboue
               the
               skies
               ,
            
             
               That
               wreakest
               wrongs
               ,
               and
               giu'st
               the
               dreadful
               doome
            
             
               Against
               the
               wretch
               that
               doth
               thy
               name
               despise
               ,
            
             
               Receiue
               these
               words
               ,
               and
               wreake
               them
               in
               such
               wise
               ,
            
             
               As
               heauen
               and
               earth
               may
               witnesse
               and
               behold
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               heapes
               of
               wrath
               vpon
               this
               wretch
               vnfold
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               Banastaire
               ,
               gainst
               thee
               I
               clepe
               and
               call
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Gods
               ,
               that
               they
               iust
               vengeance
               take
            
             
               On
               thee
               ,
               thy
               bloud
               ,
               thy
               stained
               stocke
               and
               all
               .
            
             
               O
               Ioue
               to
               thee
               aboue
               the
               rest
               I
               make
            
             
               My
               humble
               plaint
               ,
               guide
               me
               ,
               that
               what
               I
               speake
               ,
            
             
               May
               be
               thy
               will
               vpon
               this
               wretch
               to
               fall
               ,
            
             
               On
               thee
               Banastaire
               ,
               wretch
               of
               wretches
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               would
               to
               God
               the
               cruell
               dismal
               day
               ,
            
             
               That
               gaue
               me
               light
               first
               to
               behold
               thy
               face
               ,
            
             
               With
               foule
               eclipse
               had
               reft
               my
               sight
               away
               :
            
             
               Th'
               vnhappy
               hower
               ,
               the
               time
               ,
               and
               eke
               the
               day
               ,
            
             
               The
               Sunne
               and
               Moone
               ,
               the
               Stars
               ,
               and
               all
               that
               was
            
             
               In
               their
               aspects
               helping
               in
               ought
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               The
               earth
               and
               aire
               ,
               and
               all
               accursed
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thou
               caitiffe
               ,
               that
               like
               a
               monster
               swarued
            
             
               From
               kind
               and
               kindnes
               ,
               hast
               thy
               master
               lorne
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               neither
               trueth
               ,
               nor
               trust
               wherein
               thou
               serued
               ,
            
             
               Ne
               his
               deserts
               could
               moue
               ,
               nor
               thy
               faith
               sworne
               ,
            
             
               How
               shall
               I
               curse
               ,
               but
               wish
               that
               thou
               vnborne
            
             
               Had
               beene
               ,
               or
               that
               the
               earth
               had
               rent
               in
               tway
               ,
            
             
               And
               swallowed
               thee
               in
               cradle
               as
               thou
               laie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               this
               did
               I
               euen
               from
               thy
               tender
               youth
            
             
               Vouchsafe
               to
               bring
               thee
               vp
               ?
               did
               I
               herefore
            
             
               Beleeue
               the
               oth
               of
               thy
               vndoubted
               truth
               ?
            
             
               Aduance
               thee
               vp
               ,
               and
               trust
               thee
               euermore
               ?
            
             
               By
               trusting
               thee
               that
               I
               should
               die
               therfore
               ?
            
             
               O
               wretch
               ,
               and
               worse
               then
               wretch
               ,
               what
               shall
               I
               say
               ?
            
             
               But
               clepe
               and
               curse
               gainst
               thee
               and
               thine
               for
               aye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hated
               be
               thou
               ,
               disdaind
               of
               euery
               wight
               ,
            
             
               And
               pointed
               at
               where
               euer
               that
               thou
               goe
               :
            
             
               A
               traiterous
               wretch
               ,
               vnworthy
               of
               the
               light
            
             
               Be
               thou
               esteemd
               :
               and
               to
               encrease
               thy
               woe
               ,
            
             
               The
               sound
               be
               hatefull
               of
               thy
               name
               also
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               this
               sort
               with
               shame
               and
               sharp
               reproch
               ,
            
             
               Lead
               thou
               thy
               life
               ,
               till
               greater
               griefe
               approch
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dole
               and
               despaire
               ,
               let
               those
               be
               thy
               delight
               ,
            
             
               Wrapped
               in
               woes
               that
               cannot
               be
               vnfold
               ,
            
             
               To
               waile
               the
               day
               ,
               and
               weepe
               the
               weary
               night
               ,
            
             
               With
               rainy
               eine
               and
               sighes
               cannot
               be
               told
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               no
               wight
               thy
               woe
               seeke
               to
               withhold
               :
            
             
               But
               count
               thee
               worthy
               (
               wretch
               )
               of
               sorowes
               store
               ,
            
             
               That
               suffering
               much
               ;
               oughtst
               still
               to
               suffer
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Deserue
               thou
               death
               ,
               yea
               be
               thou
               deem'd
               to
               die
            
             
               A
               shamefull
               death
               ,
               to
               end
               thy
               shamefull
               life
               ,
            
             
               A
               sight
               longed
               for
               ,
               ioifull
               to
               euery
               eye
               ,
            
             
               When
               thou
               shalt
               be
               arraigned
               as
               a
               theefe
               ,
            
             
               Standing
               at
               bar
               ,
               and
               pleading
               for
               thy
               life
               ,
            
             
               With
               trembling
               tongue
               in
               dread
               and
               dolours
               rage
               ,
            
             
               Lade
               with
               white
               lockes
               ,
               and
               fourscore
               yeares
               of
               age
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               shall
               not
               death
               deliuer
               thee
               so
               soone
            
             
               Out
               of
               thy
               woes
               ,
               so
               happy
               shalt
               not
               be
               :
            
             
               But
               to
               th'
               eternall
               Ioue
               this
               is
               my
               boone
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               maist
               liue
               thine
               eldest
               sonne
               to
               see
            
             
               Reft
               of
               his
               wits
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               soule
               Bores
               stye
            
             
               To
               end
               his
               daies
               ,
               in
               rage
               and
               death
               distrest
               ,
            
             
               A
               worthy
               tombe
               where
               one
               of
               thine
               should
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               after
               this
               yet
               pray
               I
               more
               ,
               thou
               may
            
             
               Thy
               second
               sonne
               see
               drowned
               in
               a
               dike
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               such
               sort
               to
               close
               his
               latter
               day
               ,
            
             
               As
               heard
               or
               seene
               erst
               hath
               not
               been
               the
               like
               :
            
             
               Ystrangled
               in
               a
               puddle
               not
               so
               deepe
            
             
               As
               halfe
               a
               foot
               ,
               that
               such
               hard
               losse
               of
               life
               ,
            
             
               So
               cruelly
               chanst
               ,
               may
               be
               the
               greater
               griefe
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               not
               yet
               shall
               thy
               dolefull
               sorrowes
               cease
               ,
            
             
               Ioue
               shall
               not
               so
               withhold
               his
               wrath
               from
               thee
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               thy
               plagues
               may
               more
               and
               more
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               still
               liue
               ,
               that
               thou
               thy selfe
               maist
               see
            
             
               Thy
               daughter
               strucken
               with
               the
               leprosie
               :
            
             
               That
               she
               that
               erst
               was
               all
               thy
               whole
               delight
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               now
               maist
               loath
               to
               haue
               her
               come
               in
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               after
               that
               ,
               let
               shame
               and
               sorrowes
               griefe
            
             
               Feed
               forth
               thy
               yeares
               continually
               in
               woe
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               maist
               liue
               in
               death
               ,
               and
               die
               in
               life
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               this
               sort
               forwaild
               and
               wearied
               so
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               thy
               ghost
               to
               part
               thy
               bodie
               fro
               :
            
             
               This
               pray
               I
               Ioue
               ,
               and
               with
               this
               latter
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Vengeance
               I
               aske
               vpon
               my
               cruell
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               said
               ,
               he
               flung
               his
               retchlesse
               armes
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               And
               groueling
               flat
               vpon
               the
               ground
               he
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               his
               teeth
               he
               all
               to
               gnasht
               and
               gnaw'd
               :
            
             
               Deepe
               grones
               he
               fet
               ,
               as
               he
               that
               would
               away
               .
            
             
               But
               loe
               in
               vaine
               he
               did
               the
               death
               assay
               ,
            
             
               Although
               I
               thinke
               was
               neuer
               man
               that
               knew
            
             
               Such
               deadly
               paines
               ,
               where
               death
               did
               not
               ensue
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               stroue
               he
               thus
               a
               while
               as
               with
               the
               death
               ,
            
             
               Now
               pale
               as
               lead
               ,
               and
               cold
               as
               any
               stone
               ,
            
             
               Now
               still
               as
               calme
               ,
               now
               storming
               forth
               a
               breath
            
             
               Of
               smokie
               sighes
               ,
               as
               breath
               and
               all
               were
               gone
               .
            
             
               But
               euery
               thing
               hath
               end
               :
               so
               he
               anon
            
             
               Came
               to
               himselfe
               ,
               when
               with
               a
               sigh
               outbrayed
               ,
            
             
               With
               woefull
               cheere
               ,
               these
               woefull
               words
               he
               said
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ah
               where
               am
               I
               ,
               what
               thing
               ,
               or
               whence
               is
               this
               ?
            
             
               Who
               rest
               my
               wits
               ?
               or
               how
               do
               I
               thus
               lie
               ?
            
             
               My
               limbes
               do
               quake
               ,
               my
               thought
               agasted
               is
               .
            
             
               Why
               sigh
               I
               so
               ?
               or
               whereunto
               do
               I
            
             
               Thus
               groule
               on
               the
               ground
               ?
               and
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               Vprais'd
               he
               stood
               ,
               and
               with
               a
               sigh
               hath
               stai'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               to
               himselfe
               returned
               ,
               thus
               he
               said
               :
            
          
           
             
               Sufficeth
               now
               this
               plaint
               and
               this
               regrete
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               my
               heart
               his
               bottome
               hath
               vnfraught
               :
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               death
               let
               Peeres
               and
               Princes
               were
            
             
               The
               worlds
               vntrust
               ,
               that
               they
               thereby
               be
               taught
               .
            
             
               And
               in
               her
               wealth
               ,
               sith
               that
               such
               change
               is
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               Hope
               not
               too
               much
               ,
               but
               in
               the
               mids
               of
               all
            
             
               Thinke
               on
               my
               death
               ,
               and
               what
               may
               them
               befall
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               long
               as
               Fortune
               would
               permit
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               I
               liu'd
               in
               rule
               and
               riches
               with
               the
               best
               :
            
             
               And
               past
               my
               time
               in
               honor
               and
               in
               fame
               ,
            
             
               That
               of
               mishap
               no
               feare
               was
               in
               my
               breast
               :
            
             
               But
               false
               Fortune
               whom
               I
               suspected
               least
               ,
            
             
               Did
               turne
               the
               wheele
               ,
               and
               with
               a
               dolefull
               fall
            
             
               Hath
               me
               bereft
               of
               honor
               ,
               life
               ,
               and
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Loe
               what
               auailes
               in
               riches
               flouds
               that
               flowes
               ?
            
             
               Though
               she
               so
               smil'd
               ,
               as
               all
               the
               world
               were
               his
               .
            
             
               Euen
               Kings
               and
               Kesars
               bidden
               Fortunes
               throwes
               ,
            
             
               And
               simple
               sort
               must
               beare
               it
               as
               it
               is
               .
            
             
               Take
               heed
               by
               me
               that
               blith'd
               in
               balefull
               blisse
               :
            
             
               My
               rule
               ,
               my
               riches
               ,
               royall
               blood
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               When
               Fortune
               frown'd
               the
               feller
               made
               my
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               hard
               mishaps
               that
               happens
               vnto
               such
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               wretched
               state
               erst
               neuer
               fell
               no
               change
               ,
            
             
               Agreeue
               them
               not
               in
               any
               part
               so
               much
               ,
            
             
               As
               their
               distresse
               to
               whom
               it
               is
               so
               strange
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               their
               liues
               nay
               passed
               pleasures
               range
               :
            
             
               Their
               sudden
               woe
               that
               aye
               weild
               wealth
               at
               will
               ,
            
             
               Algates
               their
               he
               arts
               more
               piercingly
               must
               thrill
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               of
               my
               birth
               ,
               my
               blood
               was
               of
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               First
               borne
               an
               Earle
               ,
               then
               Duke
               by
               due
               descent
               :
            
             
               To
               swing
               the
               sway
               in
               Court
               among
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Dame
               fortune
               me
               her
               rule
               most
               largely
               lent
               :
            
             
               And
               kind
               with
               courage
               so
               my
               corps
               had
               blent
               ,
            
             
               That
               loe
               on
               whom
               but
               me
               did
               she
               most
               smile
               ?
            
             
               And
               whom
               but
               me
               loe
               ,
               did
               she
               most
               beguile
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Now
               hast
               thou
               heard
               the
               whole
               of
               my
               vnhap
               ,
            
             
               My
               chance
               ,
               my
               change
               ,
               the
               cause
               of
               all
               my
               care
               :
            
             
               In
               wealth
               and
               woe
               ,
               how
               Fortune
               did
               me
               wrap
               ,
            
             
               With
               world
               at
               will
               ,
               to
               win
               me
               to
               her
               snare
               .
            
             
               Bid
               Kings
               ,
               bid
               Kesars
               ,
               bid
               all
               states
               beware
               ,
            
             
               And
               tell
               them
               this
               from
               me
               that
               tri'd
               it
               true
               :
            
             
               Who
               recklesse
               rules
               ,
               right
               soone
               may
               hap
               to
               rue
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
           
             T.
             Saxuist
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             COLLINGBOVRNE
             WAS
             CRVELLY
             EXECVTED
             FOR
             making
             a
             Rime
             .
          
           
             
               BEware
               ,
               take
               heed
               ,
               take
               heed
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               beware
               ,
            
             
               You
               Poets
               you
               ,
               that
               purpose
               to
               rehearce
            
             
               By
               any
               art
               what
               tyrants
               doings
               are
               .
            
             
               Erynnis
               rage
               is
               growne
               so
               fell
               and
               fearce
               ,
            
             
               That
               vitious
               acts
               may
               not
               be
               toucht
               in
               verse
               :
            
             
               The
               Muses
               freedome
               ,
               granted
               them
               of
               eld
               ,
            
             
               Is
               bar'd
               ,
               slie
               reasons
               treasons
               hie
               are
               held
               .
            
          
           
             
               Be
               rough
               in
               rime
               ,
               and
               then
               they
               say
               you
               raile
               ,
            
             
               As
               Iuuenal
               was
               ,
               but
               that
               doth
               make
               no
               matter
               :
            
             
               With
               Ieremie
               you
               shall
               be
               had
               to
               iaile
               ,
            
             
               Or
               forc'd
               with
               
                 Martial
                 ,
                 Caesars
              
               faults
               to
               flatter
               .
            
             
               Clerkes
               must
               be
               taught
               to
               claw
               ,
               and
               not
               to
               clatter
               :
            
             
               Free
               Helicon
               and
               franke
               Parnassus
               hilles
               ,
            
             
               Are
               hellie
               haunts
               ,
               and
               ranke
               pernicious
               illes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Touch
               couertly
               in
               termes
               ,
               and
               then
               you
               taunt
               ,
            
             
               Though
               praised
               Poets
               alway
               did
               the
               like
               ,
            
             
               Controll
               vs
               not
               ,
               else
               traytour
               vile
               auaunt
               ,
            
             
               What
               passe
               we
               what
               the
               learned
               do
               mislike
               ?
            
             
               Our
               sinnes
               we
               see
               ,
               wherein
               to
               swarme
               we
               seeke
               .
            
             
               We
               passe
               not
               what
               the
               people
               say
               or
               thinke
               :
            
             
               Their
               shittle
               hate
               makes
               none
               but
               cowards
               shrinke
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               know
               (
               say
               they
               )
               the
               course
               of
               Fortunes
               wheele
               ,
            
             
               How
               constantly
               it
               whitleth
               still
               about
               ,
            
             
               Arrearing
               now
               ,
               while
               elder
               headlong
               reele
               ,
            
             
               How
               all
               the
               riders
               alway
               hang
               in
               doubt
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               for
               that
               ?
               we
               count
               him
               but
               a
               lout
            
             
               That
               stickes
               to
               mount
               ,
               and
               basely
               like
               a
               beast
            
             
               Liues
               temperatly
               ,
               for
               feare
               of
               blockam
               feast
               .
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               we
               would
               of
               all
               be
               deemed
               gods
            
             
               What
               ere
               we
               do
               :
               and
               therefore
               partly
               hate
            
             
               Rude
               Preachers
               ,
               that
               dare
               threaten
               plagues
               and
               rods
               ,
            
             
               And
               blase
               the
               blots
               whereby
               we
               staine
               our
               state
               :
            
             
               But
               nought
               we
               passe
               what
               any
               such
               do
               prate
               ;
            
             
               Of
               course
               and
               office
               they
               must
               say
               their
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               of
               course
               must
               heare
               ,
               and
               mend
               at
               leasure
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               these
               pelting
               Poets
               in
               their
               rimes
            
             
               Shall
               taunt
               ,
               or
               iest
               ,
               or
               paint
               our
               wicked
               workes
               ,
            
             
               And
               cause
               the
               people
               know
               and
               curse
               our
               crimes
               ,
            
             
               This
               vgly
               fault
               ,
               no
               tyrant
               liues
               but
               irkes
               .
            
             
               Wherfore
               we
               loath
               such
               taunters
               worse
               then
               Turkes
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               meaning
               is
               to
               make
               vs
               know
               our
               misse
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               to
               mend
               :
               but
               they
               but
               dote
               in
               this
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               know
               our
               faults
               as
               well
               as
               any
               other
               ,
            
             
               We
               also
               doubt
               the
               dangers
               from
               them
               due
               :
            
             
               Yet
               still
               we
               trust
               so
               right
               to
               rule
               the
               rother
               ,
            
             
               That
               scape
               we
               shall
               the
               scourges
               that
               ensue
               .
            
             
               We
               thinke
               we
               know
               more
               shifts
               then
               other
               knew
               .
            
             
               In
               vaine
               therefore
               for
               vs
               are
               counsels
               writ
               :
            
             
               We
               know
               our
               faults
               ,
               and
               will
               not
               mend
               a
               whit
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               These
               are
               the
               feats
               of
               the
               vnhappie
               sort
               ,
            
             
               That
               prease
               for
               honors
               ,
               wealth
               ,
               and
               pleasures
               vaine
               .
            
             
               Cease
               therefore
               Baldwine
               ,
               cease
               I
               thee
               exhort
               ,
            
             
               Withdraw
               thy
               pen
               ,
               for
               nothing
               shalt
               thou
               gaine
            
             
               Saue
               hate
               ,
               with
               losse
               of
               paper
               ,
               inke
               ,
               and
               paine
               .
            
             
               Few
               hate
               their
               faults
               ,
               all
               hate
               of
               them
               to
               heare
               ,
            
             
               And
               faultiest
               ,
               from
               fault
               would
               seeme
               most
               cleare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Th'
               intent
               I
               know
               is
               honest
               ,
               plaine
               ,
               and
               good
               ,
            
             
               To
               warne
               the
               wise
               ,
               to
               fray
               the
               fond
               from
               ill
               :
            
             
               But
               wicked
               worldlings
               are
               so
               witlesse
               wood
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               the
               worst
               they
               all
               things
               construe
               still
               .
            
             
               With
               rigour
               oft
               they
               recompence
               good
               will
               :
            
             
               They
               racke
               the
               words
               till
               time
               their
               sinewes
               burst
               ,
            
             
               In
               dolefull
               senses
               strayning
               still
               the
               worst
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               painfull
               proofe
               taught
               me
               the
               truth
               of
               this
               ,
            
             
               Through
               tyrants
               rage
               ,
               and
               Fortunes
               cruell
               tourne
               :
            
             
               They
               murdred
               me
               ,
               for
               meetring
               things
               amisse
               .
            
             
               For
               wot'st
               thou
               what
               ?
               I
               am
               that
               Collingbourne
            
             
               Which
               made
               the
               rime
               ,
               whereof
               I
               may
               well
               mourne
               .
            
             
               The
               Cat
               ,
               the
               Rat
               ,
               and
               Louell
               our
               Dog
               ,
            
             
               Do
               rule
               all
               England
               vnder
               a
               Hog
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereof
               the
               meaning
               was
               so
               plaine
               and
               true
               ,
            
             
               That
               euery
               foole
               peceiued
               it
               at
               furst
               :
            
             
               Most
               liked
               it
               ,
               for
               most
               that
               most
               things
               knew
               ,
            
             
               In
               hugger
               mugger
               muttred
               what
               they
               durst
               .
            
             
               The
               tyrant
               Prince
               of
               most
               was
               held
               accurst
               ,
            
             
               Both
               for
               his
               owne
               ,
               and
               for
               his
               counsels
               faults
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               were
               three
               the
               naughtiest
               of
               all
               naughts
               .
            
          
           
             
               Catesby
               was
               one
               ,
               whom
               I
               did
               call
               a
               Cat
               ,
            
             
               A
               craftie
               Lawyer
               ,
               catching
               all
               he
               could
               .
            
             
               The
               second
               Ratcliffe
               ,
               whom
               I
               nam'd
               a
               Rat
               ,
            
             
               A
               cruell
               beast
               to
               gnaw
               on
               whom
               he
               should
               .
            
             
               Lord
               Louell
               barkt
               and
               bit
               whom
               Richard
               would
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               I
               therefore
               did
               rightly
               tearme
               our
               Dog
               ,
            
             
               Wherewith
               to
               rime
               I
               call'd
               the
               King
               a
               Hog
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Till
               he
               the
               Crowne
               had
               caught
               ,
               he
               gaue
               the
               Bore
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               estate
               would
               God
               he
               had
               deceased
               ,
            
             
               Then
               had
               the
               Realme
               not
               ruined
               so
               sore
               ,
            
             
               His
               nephewes
               raigne
               should
               not
               so
               soone
               haue
               ceased
               ,
            
             
               The
               noble
               blood
               had
               not
               been
               so
               decreased
               .
            
             
               His
               Rat
               ,
               his
               Cat
               ,
               and
               Blood
               hound
               had
               not
               noied
            
             
               Such
               liegemen
               true
               ,
               as
               after
               they
               destroyed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Their
               lawlesse
               acts
               good
               subiects
               did
               lament
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               did
               I
               ,
               and
               therefore
               made
               the
               rimes
               ,
            
             
               To
               shew
               my
               wit
               how
               well
               I
               could
               inuent
               ,
            
             
               To
               warne
               withall
               the
               carelesse
               of
               their
               crimes
               .
            
             
               I
               thought
               the
               freedome
               of
               the
               ancient
               times
            
             
               Stood
               still
               in
               force
               :
               
                 Ridentem
                 dicere
                 verum
              
            
             
               
                 Quis
                 vetat
              
               ?
               Nay
               ,
               nay
               .
               
                 Veritas
                 est
                 pessuma
                 rerum
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Belike
               no
               tyrants
               were
               in
               Horace
               daies
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               Poets
               freely
               blamed
               vice
               ,
            
             
               Witnesse
               their
               Satyrs
               sharpe
               ,
               and
               tragicke
               plaies
               ,
            
             
               With
               chiefest
               Princes
               chiefely
               had
               in
               price
               .
            
             
               They
               name
               no
               man
               ,
               they
               mixe
               their
               gall
               with
               spice
               ,
            
             
               No
               more
               do
               I
               ,
               I
               name
               no
               man
               outright
               ,
            
             
               But
               riddle
               wise
               ,
               I
               meane
               them
               as
               I
               might
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               bruite
               had
               brought
               this
               to
               their
               guiltie
               eares
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               right
               surnames
               were
               noted
               in
               the
               rime
               ,
            
             
               They
               all
               conspired
               like
               most
               greedie
               Beares
               ,
            
             
               To
               charge
               me
               straight
               with
               this
               most
               grieuous
               crime
               :
            
             
               And
               damned
               me
               the
               gallow
               tree
               to
               clime
               ,
            
             
               And
               strangled
               then
               ,
               in
               quarters
               to
               be
               cut
               ,
            
             
               Which
               should
               on
               high
               ore
               London
               gates
               be
               put
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               iudgement
               giuen
               so
               vehement
               and
               sore
               ,
            
             
               Made
               me
               exclame
               against
               their
               tyranny
               :
            
             
               Wherewith
               incenst
               ,
               to
               make
               my
               paine
               the
               more
               ,
            
             
               They
               practised
               a
               shamefull
               villanie
               :
            
             
               They
               cut
               me
               downe
               aliue
               ,
               and
               cruellie
            
             
               Ript
               vp
               my
               panch
               and
               bulke
               ,
               to
               make
               me
               smart
               ,
            
             
               And
               lingred
               long
               ere
               they
               tooke
               out
               my
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Heere
               tyrant
               Richard
               plai'd
               the
               eager
               Hog
               ,
            
             
               His
               grashing
               tuskes
               my
               tender
               gristles
               shore
               :
            
             
               His
               blood
               hound
               Louell
               plai'd
               the
               hungrie
               Dog
               ,
            
             
               His
               woluish
               teeth
               my
               guiltlesse
               carkasse
               tore
               :
            
             
               His
               Rat
               and
               Cat
               did
               what
               they
               might
               ,
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               Cat
               Catesby
               claw'd
               my
               guts
               to
               make
               me
               smart
               ,
            
             
               The
               Rat
               Ratcliffe
               gnawed
               me
               to
               the
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               Iewes
               had
               kill'd
               the
               iustest
               King
               aliue
               ,
            
             
               If
               Turkes
               had
               burnt
               vp
               Churches
               ,
               gods
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               What
               greater
               paine
               could
               cruell
               hearts
               contriue
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               I
               suffred
               for
               this
               trespasse
               small
               ?
            
             
               I
               was
               no
               Prince
               nor
               Peere
               ,
               but
               yet
               my
               fall
            
             
               Is
               worthie
               to
               be
               thought
               vpon
               for
               this
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               how
               cankard
               tyrants
               malice
               is
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               teach
               also
               all
               subiects
               to
               take
               heed
            
             
               They
               meddle
               not
               with
               Magistrates
               affaires
               ,
            
             
               But
               pray
               to
               God
               to
               mend
               them
               if
               it
               need
               :
            
             
               To
               warne
               also
               all
               Poets
               that
               be
               strayers
               ,
            
             
               To
               keepe
               them
               close
               in
               compasse
               of
               their
               chayers
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               touch
               that
               they
               would
               wish
               amended
               ,
            
             
               To
               sauce
               them
               so
               ,
               that
               few
               need
               be
               offended
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               so
               to
               mixe
               their
               sharpe
               rebukes
               with
               mirth
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               pierce
               ,
               not
               causing
               any
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               such
               as
               followeth
               euery
               kindly
               birth
               ,
            
             
               Requited
               straight
               with
               gladnesse
               of
               the
               gaine
               .
            
             
               A
               Poet
               must
               be
               pleasant
               ,
               not
               too
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               Faults
               to
               controule
               ,
               ne
               yet
               to
               flatter
               vice
               ,
            
             
               But
               sound
               and
               sweet
               ,
               in
               all
               things
               ware
               and
               wise
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Greekes
               do
               paint
               a
               Poets
               office
               whole
            
             
               In
               Pegasus
               ,
               their
               fained
               horse
               with
               wings
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               shaped
               so
               Medusaes
               blood
               did
               foale
               ,
            
             
               Who
               with
               his
               feet
               strake
               out
               the
               Muses
               springs
               ,
            
             
               From
               flintie
               rockes
               to
               Helicon
               that
               clings
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               flue
               vp
               into
               the
               starrie
               skie
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               abides
               among
               the
               gods
               on
               hie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               he
               that
               shall
               a
               perfect
               Poet
               be
               ,
            
             
               Must
               first
               be
               bred
               out
               of
               Medusaes
               bloud
               :
            
             
               He
               must
               be
               chast
               and
               vertuous
               as
               was
               she
               .
            
             
               Who
               to
               her
               powre
               the
               Ocean
               God
               withstood
               .
            
             
               To
               th'
               end
               also
               his
               doome
               be
               iust
               and
               good
               ,
            
             
               He
               must
               (
               as
               she
               )
               looke
               rightly
               with
               one
               eye
            
             
               Truth
               to
               regard
               ,
               and
               write
               nothing
               awrie
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               courage
               eke
               he
               must
               be
               like
               a
               horse
               ,
            
             
               He
               may
               not
               feare
               to
               register
               the
               right
               .
            
             
               What
               though
               some
               frowne
               ?
               there
               of
               he
               may
               not
               force
               ,
            
             
               No
               bit
               nor
               reine
               his
               tender
               iawes
               may
               twight
               ,
            
             
               He
               must
               be
               armde
               with
               strength
               of
               wit
               and
               sprite
               ,
            
             
               To
               dash
               the
               rocks
               ,
               darke
               causes
               and
               obscure
               ,
            
             
               Till
               he
               attaine
               the
               springs
               of
               truth
               most
               pure
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               hooues
               also
               must
               pliant
               be
               and
               strong
               ,
            
             
               To
               rieue
               the
               rocks
               of
               lust
               and
               errors
               blind
               ,
            
             
               In
               brainlesse
               heads
               ,
               that
               alway
               wander
               wrong
               :
            
             
               These
               must
               he
               bruse
               with
               reasons
               plaine
               and
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Till
               springs
               of
               grace
               doe
               gush
               out
               of
               the
               mind
               :
            
             
               For
               till
               affections
               from
               the
               fond
               be
               driuen
               ,
            
             
               In
               vaine
               is
               truth
               told
               ,
               or
               good
               counsell
               giuen
               .
            
          
           
             
               Like
               Pegasus
               a
               Poet
               must
               haue
               wings
               ,
            
             
               To
               flie
               to
               heauen
               ,
               or
               where
               him
               liketh
               best
               :
            
             
               He
               must
               haue
               knowledge
               of
               eternall
               things
               ,
            
             
               Almightie
               Ioue
               must
               harbour
               in
               his
               brest
               :
            
             
               With
               worldly
               cares
               he
               may
               not
               be
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               The
               wings
               of
               wit
               and
               skill
               must
               heaue
               him
               hier
               ,
            
             
               With
               great
               delight
               to
               satisfie
               desier
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               must
               also
               be
               lusty
               ,
               free
               ,
               and
               swift
               ,
            
             
               To
               trauaile
               far
               ,
               to
               view
               the
               trades
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               Great
               knowledge
               oft
               is
               gotten
               by
               this
               shift
               :
            
             
               Things
               that
               import
               he
               must
               be
               quicke
               to
               pen
               ,
            
             
               Reprouing
               vices
               sharply
               now
               and
               then
               .
            
             
               He
               must
               be
               swift
               when
               touched
               tyrants
               chafe
               ,
            
             
               To
               gallop
               thence
               ,
               to
               keepe
               his
               carkas
               safe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               If
               I
               had
               well
               these
               qualities
               considered
               ,
            
             
               Especially
               that
               which
               I
               touched
               last
               ,
            
             
               With
               speedie
               flight
               my
               feet
               should
               haue
               deliuered
            
             
               My
               feeble
               bodie
               from
               most
               boistrous
               blast
               ,
            
             
               They
               should
               haue
               caught
               me
               ,
               ere
               I
               had
               bin
               cast
               .
            
             
               But
               too
               much
               trusting
               to
               a
               tyrants
               grace
               ,
            
             
               I
               neuer
               shrunke
               ,
               nor
               changed
               port
               or
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               thought
               the
               Poets
               ancient
               liberties
            
             
               For
               pleas
               had
               been
               allowed
               at
               the
               bar
               :
            
             
               I
               had
               forgot
               how
               new
               found
               tyrannies
            
             
               With
               truth
               and
               freedome
               were
               at
               open
               war
               ,
            
             
               That
               lust
               was
               law
               ,
               that
               might
               did
               make
               and
               mar
               ,
            
             
               That
               among
               tyrants
               t'
               is
               and
               euer
               was
               ,
            
             
               
                 Sic
                 volo
                 ,
                 sic
                 iubeo
                 ,
                 stet
                 pro
                 ratione
                 voluntas
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Where
               lust
               is
               law
               it
               booteth
               not
               to
               pleade
               ,
            
             
               No
               priuiledge
               nor
               liberties
               auaile
               .
            
             
               But
               with
               the
               learn'd
               ,
               whom
               law
               and
               wisdome
               leade
               ,
            
             
               Although
               through
               rashnesse
               Poets
               hap
               to
               raile
               ,
            
             
               A
               plea
               of
               dotage
               may
               all
               quarels
               quaile
               :
            
             
               Their
               old
               licence
               their
               writings
               to
               expound
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               quit
               them
               cleare
               from
               faults
               by
               Momus
               sound
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               freedome
               old
               ought
               not
               to
               be
               debard
            
             
               From
               any
               wight
               that
               speaketh
               ought
               ,
               or
               writeth
               :
            
             
               The
               Authors
               meaning
               should
               of
               right
               be
               heard
               ,
            
             
               He
               knoweth
               best
               to
               what
               end
               he
               enditeth
               :
            
             
               Words
               sometime
               beare
               more
               then
               the
               heart
               behiteth
               .
            
             
               Admit
               therefore
               the
               Authors
               exposition
               ,
            
             
               If
               plaine
               ,
               for
               truth
               :
               if
               forc'd
               ,
               for
               his
               submission
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               case
               of
               slander
               ,
               lawes
               require
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               to
               amend
               that
               seemed
               not
               well
               said
               :
            
             
               Or
               to
               vnsay
               the
               slanders
               said
               afore
               ,
            
             
               And
               aske
               forgiuenesse
               for
               the
               hastie
               braid
               :
            
             
               To
               Heretikes
               no
               greater
               paine
               is
               laid
               ,
            
             
               Then
               to
               recant
               their
               errours
               or
               retract
               :
            
             
               And
               worse
               then
               these
               can
               be
               no
               writers
               act
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yes
               (
               quoth
               the
               Cat
               )
               thy
               railing
               words
               be
               treason
               ,
            
             
               And
               treason
               is
               far
               worse
               then
               heresie
               .
            
             
               Then
               must
               it
               follow
               by
               this
               awkeward
               reason
               ,
            
             
               That
               Kings
               be
               more
               then
               God
               in
               maiestie
               ,
            
             
               And
               soules
               be
               lesse
               then
               bodies
               in
               degree
               .
            
             
               For
               heretikes
               both
               soules
               and
               God
               offend
               ,
            
             
               Traytours
               but
               seeke
               to
               bring
               mans
               life
               to
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               speake
               not
               this
               t'
               abase
               the
               hainous
               fault
               ,
            
             
               Of
               trayterous
               acts
               abhor'd
               by
               God
               and
               man
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               make
               plaine
               their
               iudgement
               to
               be
               naught
               ,
            
             
               That
               heresie
               for
               lesser
               sinne
               do
               ban
               .
            
             
               I
               curse
               them
               both
               as
               deepe
               as
               any
               can
               ,
            
             
               And
               alway
               did
               :
               yet
               through
               my
               foolish
               rime
               ,
            
             
               They
               stayned
               me
               with
               that
               most
               hatefull
               crime
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               neuer
               meant
               the
               King
               or
               Counsell
               harme
               ,
            
             
               Vnlesse
               to
               wish
               them
               safetie
               were
               offence
               .
            
             
               Against
               their
               power
               I
               neuer
               lifted
               arme
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               pen
               ,
               nor
               tongue
               ,
               for
               any
               ill
               pretence
               .
            
             
               The
               rime
               I
               made
               ,
               though
               rude
               ,
               was
               sound
               in
               sence
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               therein
               whom
               I
               so
               fondly
               named
               ,
            
             
               So
               ruled
               all
               ,
               that
               they
               were
               foule
               defamed
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               was
               no
               treason
               ,
               but
               the
               very
               troth
               ,
            
             
               They
               ruled
               all
               ,
               none
               could
               deny
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               What
               was
               the
               cause
               then
               why
               they
               were
               so
               wroth
               ?
            
             
               What
               ,
               is
               it
               treason
               in
               a
               riming
               frame
            
             
               To
               clip
               ,
               to
               stretch
               ,
               to
               adde
               ,
               or
               change
               a
               name
               ?
            
             
               And
               this
               reseru'd
               ,
               there
               is
               no
               rime
               nor
               reason
               ,
            
             
               That
               any
               craft
               can
               clout
               to
               seeme
               a
               treason
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               where
               I
               meant
               the
               King
               by
               name
               of
               Hog
               ,
            
             
               I
               only
               alluded
               to
               his
               badge
               the
               Bore
               :
            
             
               To
               Louels
               name
               I
               added
               more
               our
               Dog
               ,
            
             
               Because
               most
               dogs
               haue
               borne
               that
               name
               of
               yere
               .
            
             
               These
               metaphors
               I
               vs'd
               with
               other
               more
               ,
            
             
               As
               Cat
               ,
               and
               Rat
               ,
               the
               halfe
               names
               of
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               To
               hide
               the
               sense
               that
               they
               so
               wrongly
               wrest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               pray
               you
               now
               what
               treason
               find
               you
               heere
               ?
            
             
               Enough
               :
               you
               rub'd
               the
               guiltie
               on
               the
               gaule
               ,
            
             
               Both
               sense
               and
               names
               do
               note
               them
               very
               neere
               .
            
             
               I
               grant
               that
               was
               the
               chiefe
               cause
               of
               my
               faule
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               can
               you
               find
               therein
               no
               treason
               at
               all
               :
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               word
               against
               the
               Prince
               or
               State
               ,
            
             
               No
               harme
               to
               them
               whom
               all
               the
               Realme
               did
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               sith
               the
               guiltie
               alwaies
               are
               suspicions
            
             
               And
               dread
               the
               ruine
               that
               must
               sue
               by
               reason
               ,
            
             
               They
               cannot
               chuse
               but
               count
               their
               counsell
               vicious
            
             
               That
               note
               their
               faults
               ,
               and
               therefore
               call
               it
               treason
               .
            
             
               All
               grace
               and
               goodnesse
               with
               the
               leaud
               is
               geason
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               cause
               why
               they
               good
               things
               do
               wrest
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               the
               good
               take
               ill
               things
               to
               the
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               therefore
               Baldwine
               boldly
               to
               the
               good
            
             
               Rebuke
               their
               fault
               ,
               so
               shalt
               thou
               purchase
               thankes
               :
            
             
               As
               for
               the
               bad
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               but
               moue
               their
               mood
               ,
            
             
               Though
               pleasantly
               thou
               touch
               their
               naughty
               prankes
               .
            
             
               Warne
               Poets
               all
               ,
               no
               wise
               to
               passe
               the
               bankes
            
             
               Of
               Helicon
               ,
               but
               keepe
               within
               the
               bound
               :
            
             
               So
               shall
               their
               freedome
               to
               no
               harme
               redound
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             THE
             WILFVLL
             FALL
             OF
             THE
             BLACK-SMITH
             ,
             AND
             THE
             foolish
             end
             of
             the
             Lord
             Awdeley
             ,
             in
             Iune
             ,
             
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1496.
             
          
           
             
               WHo
               is
               more
               bold
               then
               is
               the
               Bayard
               blind
               ?
            
             
               Where
               is
               more
               craft
               then
               in
               the
               clouted
               shone
               ?
            
             
               Who
               catch
               more
               harme
               then
               do
               the
               bold
               in
               mind
               ?
            
             
               Where
               is
               more
               guile
               then
               where
               mistrust
               is
               none
               ?
            
             
               No
               plaisters
               helpe
               before
               the
               griefe
               be
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               So
               seemes
               by
               me
               who
               could
               no
               wisdome
               leare
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               such
               time
               I
               bought
               my
               wit
               too
               deare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Who
               being
               boystrous
               ,
               stout
               ,
               and
               brainlesse
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Puft
               vp
               with
               pride
               ,
               with
               fire
               and
               furies
               fret
               ,
            
             
               Incenst
               with
               tales
               so
               rude
               and
               plainly
               told
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               deceit
               with
               double
               knot
               was
               knit
               ,
            
             
               I
               trapped
               was
               as
               silly
               fish
               in
               net
               ,
            
             
               Who
               swift
               in
               swimming
               ,
               carelesse
               of
               deceit
               ,
            
             
               Is
               caught
               in
               gin
               wherein
               is
               laid
               no
               bait
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               force
               and
               vertue
               hath
               this
               dolefull
               plaint
               ,
            
             
               Set
               forth
               with
               sighes
               and
               teares
               of
               Crocodile
               ,
            
             
               Who
               seemes
               in
               sight
               as
               simple
               as
               a
               Saint
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               laid
               a
               baite
               the
               warelesse
               to
               beguile
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               they
               weepe
               they
               worke
               deceit
               the
               while
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               rufull
               cheere
               the
               rulers
               so
               relent
               ,
            
             
               To
               worke
               in
               haste
               that
               they
               at
               last
               repent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Take
               heed
               therefore
               yee
               Rulers
               of
               the
               Land
               ,
            
             
               Be
               blind
               in
               sight
               ,
               and
               stop
               your
               other
               care
               :
            
             
               In
               sentence
               slow
               ,
               till
               skill
               the
               truth
               hath
               scand
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               your
               doomes
               both
               loue
               and
               hate
               forbeare
               ,
            
             
               So
               shall
               your
               iudgement
               iust
               and
               right
               appeare
               .
            
             
               It
               was
               a
               southfast
               sentence
               long
               agoe
               ,
            
             
               That
               hastie
               men
               shall
               neuer
               lacke
               much
               woe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Is
               it
               not
               truth
               ?
               Baldwine
               what
               saiest
               thou
               ?
            
             
               Say
               on
               thy
               mind
               :
               I
               pray
               thee
               muse
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               Me
               thinke
               thou
               star'st
               and
               look'st
               I
               wot
               not
               how
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               thou
               neuer
               saw'st
               a
               man
               before
               :
            
             
               Belike
               thou
               musest
               why
               I
               teach
               this
               lore
               ,
            
             
               Else
               what
               I
               am
               ,
               that
               heere
               so
               boldie
               dare
               ,
            
             
               Among
               the
               prease
               of
               Princes
               to
               compare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Though
               I
               be
               bold
               I
               pray
               thee
               blame
               not
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Like
               as
               men
               sow
               ,
               such
               corne
               needs
               must
               they
               reape
               ,
            
             
               And
               nature
               planted
               so
               in
               each
               degree
               ,
            
             
               That
               Crabs
               like
               Crabs
               will
               kindly
               crawle
               and
               creepe
               :
            
             
               The
               suttle
               Fox
               vnlike
               the
               silly
               sheepe
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               according
               to
               my
               education
               ,
            
             
               Forward
               to
               prease
               in
               rout
               and
               congregation
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Behold
               my
               coate
               burnt
               with
               the
               sparkes
               of
               fire
               ,
            
             
               My
               leather
               apron
               fild
               with
               horse
               shooe
               nailes
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               my
               hammer
               and
               my
               pinsers
               here
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               my
               lookes
               ,
               a
               marke
               that
               seldome
               failes
               :
            
             
               My
               cheekes
               declare
               I
               was
               not
               fed
               with
               quailes
               ,
            
             
               My
               face
               ,
               my
               cloathes
               ,
               my
               tooles
               with
               all
               my
               fashion
               ,
            
             
               Declare
               full
               well
               a
               Prince
               of
               rude
               creation
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Prince
               I
               said
               ,
               a
               Prince
               I
               say
               againe
               ,
            
             
               Though
               not
               by
               birth
               ,
               by
               crafty
               vsurpation
               .
            
             
               Who
               doubts
               but
               some
               men
               princehood
               do
               obtaine
               ,
            
             
               By
               open
               force
               ,
               and
               wrongfull
               domination
               ?
            
             
               Yet
               while
               they
               rule
               are
               had
               in
               reputation
               .
            
             
               Euen
               so
               by
               me
               ,
               the
               while
               I
               wrought
               my
               feate
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               a
               Prince
               ,
               at
               least
               in
               my
               conceite
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               dare
               the
               bolder
               take
               on
               me
               the
               name
               ,
            
             
               Because
               of
               him
               whom
               here
               I
               leade
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Tychet
               Lord
               Awdley
               one
               of
               birth
               and
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               his
               strength
               and
               power
               seru'd
               in
               my
               band
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               a
               Prince
               while
               that
               I
               was
               so
               mand
               :
            
             
               His
               Butterfly
               still
               vnderneath
               my
               shield
            
             
               Displaied
               was
               ,
               from
               Welles
               to
               Blackeheath
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               behold
               he
               doth
               bewaile
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               Thus
               after
               wits
               their
               rashnes
               do
               depraue
               .
            
             
               Behold
               dismaid
               he
               dare
               not
               speake
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               He
               lookes
               like
               one
               that
               late
               came
               from
               the
               graue
               ,
            
             
               Or
               one
               that
               came
               forth
               of
               Trophonius
               caue
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               in
               wit
               he
               had
               so
               litle
               pith
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               a
               Lord
               to
               serue
               a
               traytour
               Smith
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               is
               the
               courage
               of
               the
               noble
               hart
               ,
            
             
               Which
               doth
               despise
               the
               vile
               and
               baser
               sort
               ,
            
             
               He
               may
               not
               touch
               that
               sauours
               of
               the
               cart
               ,
            
             
               Himlisteth
               not
               with
               each
               Iack
               lout
               to
               sport
               ,
            
             
               He
               lets
               him
               passe
               for
               pairing
               of
               his
               port
               :
            
             
               The
               iolly
               Eagles
               catch
               not
               litle
               flees
               ,
            
             
               The
               courtly
               silkes
               match
               seeld
               with
               homely
               frees
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               surely
               Baldwine
               if
               I
               were
               allow'd
            
             
               To
               say
               the
               troth
               ,
               I
               could
               somewhat
               declare
               :
            
             
               But
               clerkes
               will
               say
               ,
               this
               Smith
               doth
               waxe
               too
               proud
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               in
               precepts
               of
               wisdome
               to
               compare
               .
            
             
               But
               Smiths
               must
               speake
               that
               Clerkes
               for
               feare
               ne
               dare
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               a
               thing
               that
               all
               men
               may
               lament
               ,
            
             
               When
               Clerkes
               keepe
               close
               the
               truth
               lest
               they
               be
               shent
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Hostler
               ,
               Barbar
               ,
               Miller
               and
               the
               Smith
               ,
            
             
               Heare
               of
               the
               sawes
               of
               such
               as
               wisdome
               ken
               ,
            
             
               And
               learne
               some
               wit
               ,
               although
               they
               want
               the
               pith
               ,
            
             
               That
               Clerkes
               pretend
               :
               and
               yet
               both
               now
               and
               then
               ,
            
             
               The
               greatest
               Clerkes
               proue
               not
               the
               wisest
               men
               :
            
             
               It
               is
               not
               right
               that
               men
               forbid
               should
               bee
            
             
               To
               speake
               the
               truth
               ,
               all
               were
               he
               bond
               or
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               because
               I
               vs'd
               to
               fret
               and
               some
               ,
            
             
               Not
               passing
               greatly
               whom
               I
               should
               displease
               ,
            
             
               I
               dare
               be
               bold
               a
               while
               to
               play
               the
               mome
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               my
               sacke
               some
               others
               faults
               to
               lease
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               mine
               owne
               behind
               my
               backe
               to
               pease
               .
            
             
               For
               he
               that
               hath
               his
               owne
               before
               his
               eie
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               not
               so
               quicke
               anothers
               fault
               espie
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               say
               was
               neuer
               no
               such
               wofull
               case
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               when
               honor
               doth
               it selfe
               abuse
               :
            
             
               The
               noble
               man
               that
               vertue
               doth
               embrace
               ,
            
             
               Represseth
               pride
               ,
               and
               humblenes
               doth
               vse
               ,
            
             
               By
               wisdome
               workes
               ,
               and
               rashnesse
               doth
               refuse
               .
            
             
               His
               wanton
               will
               and
               lust
               that
               bridle
               can
               ,
            
             
               Indeed
               is
               gentle
               both
               to
               God
               and
               man.
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               where
               the
               Nobles
               want
               both
               wit
               and
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Regard
               no
               rede
               ,
               care
               not
               but
               for
               their
               lust
               ,
            
             
               Oppresse
               the
               poore
               ,
               set
               will
               in
               reasons
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               words
               and
               doomes
               be
               found
               vniust
               ,
            
             
               Wealth
               goeth
               to
               wracke
               till
               all
               lie
               in
               the
               dust
               :
            
             
               There
               Fortune
               frownes
               ,
               and
               spite
               begins
               to
               grow
               ,
            
             
               Till
               high
               ,
               and
               low
               ,
               and
               all
               be
               ouer
               throw
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               fith
               that
               vertue
               hath
               so
               good
               reward
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               vice
               so
               duely
               waiteth
               shame
               ,
            
             
               How
               hap'th
               that
               Princes
               haue
               no
               more
               regard
               ,
            
             
               Their
               tender
               youth
               with
               vertue
               to
               inflame
               ?
            
             
               For
               lacke
               whereof
               their
               wit
               and
               will
               is
               lame
               ,
            
             
               Infect
               with
               folly
               ,
               proue
               to
               lust
               and
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Not
               knowing
               how
               themselues
               or
               theirs
               to
               guide
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whereby
               it
               hapneth
               to
               the
               wanton
               wight
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               a
               ship
               vpon
               the
               stormie
               seas
               ,
            
             
               Which
               lacking
               sterne
               to
               guide
               it selfe
               aright
               ,
            
             
               From
               shore
               to
               shore
               the
               winde
               and
               tide
               to
               tease
               ,
            
             
               Finding
               no
               place
               to
               rest
               or
               take
               his
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               last
               it
               sinke
               vpon
               the
               sand
               :
            
             
               So
               fare
               they
               all
               that
               haue
               no
               vertues
               scand
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               plowman
               first
               his
               land
               doth
               dresse
               and
               tourne
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               it
               apt
               or
               ere
               the
               seed
               he
               sow
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               he
               is
               full
               like
               to
               reape
               good
               corne
               ,
            
             
               Where
               otherwise
               no
               seed
               but
               weed
               would
               grow
               :
            
             
               By
               which
               ensample
               men
               may
               easely
               know
               ,
            
             
               When
               youth
               haue
               wealth
               before
               they
               can
               well
               vse
               it
               ,
            
             
               It
               is
               no
               wonder
               though
               they
               do
               abuse
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               can
               he
               rule
               well
               in
               a
               commonwealth
               ,
            
             
               Which
               knoweth
               not
               himselfe
               in
               rule
               to
               frame
               ?
            
             
               How
               should
               he
               rule
               himselfe
               in
               ghostly
               health
               ,
            
             
               Which
               neuer
               learn'd
               one
               lesson
               for
               the
               same
               ?
            
             
               If
               such
               catch
               harme
               their
               parents
               are
               too
               blame
               :
            
             
               For
               needs
               must
               they
               be
               blind
               ,
               and
               blindly
               led
               ,
            
             
               Where
               no
               good
               lesson
               can
               be
               taught
               or
               read
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               thinke
               their
               youth
               discreet
               and
               wisely
               taught
               ,
            
             
               That
               brag
               ,
               and
               boast
               ,
               and
               weare
               their
               feather
               braue
               ,
            
             
               Can
               roist
               and
               rout
               ,
               both
               loure
               and
               looke
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               Can
               sweare
               and
               stare
               ,
               and
               call
               their
               fellowes
               knaue
               ,
            
             
               Can
               pill
               and
               poll
               ,
               and
               catch
               before
               they
               craue
               ,
            
             
               Can
               card
               and
               dice
               ,
               both
               cog
               and
               foist
               at
               fare
               ,
            
             
               Play
               on
               vnthriftie
               ,
               till
               their
               purse
               be
               bare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Some
               teach
               their
               youth
               to
               pipe
               ,
               to
               sing
               and
               dance
               ,
            
             
               To
               hauke
               ,
               to
               hunt
               ,
               to
               choose
               and
               kill
               their
               game
               ,
            
             
               To
               wind
               their
               horne
               ,
               and
               with
               their
               horse
               to
               praunce
               ,
            
             
               To
               play
               at
               tenis
               ,
               set
               the
               lute
               in
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Run
               at
               the
               ring
               ,
               and
               vse
               such
               other
               game
               :
            
             
               Which
               feats
               although
               they
               be
               not
               all
               vnfit
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               cannot
               they
               the
               marke
               of
               vertue
               hit
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               noble
               youth
               ,
               there
               is
               nothing
               so
               meete
            
             
               As
               learning
               is
               ,
               to
               know
               the
               good
               from
               ill
               :
            
             
               To
               know
               the
               tongues
               and
               perfectly
               endite
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               the
               lawes
               to
               haue
               a
               perfect
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Things
               to
               reforme
               as
               right
               and
               iustice
               will
               :
            
             
               For
               honour
               is
               ordeined
               for
               no
               cause
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               see
               right
               maintained
               by
               the
               lawes
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               spites
               my
               heart
               to
               heare
               when
               noble
               men
            
             
               Cannot
               disclose
               their
               secrets
               to
               their
               frend
               ,
            
             
               In
               sauegard
               sure
               ,
               with
               paper
               ,
               inke
               ,
               and
               pen
               ,
            
             
               But
               first
               they
               must
               a
               secretary
               find
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               they
               shew
               the
               bottome
               of
               their
               mind
               :
            
             
               And
               be
               he
               false
               or
               true
               ,
               a
               blab
               or
               close
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               they
               must
               their
               counsaile
               needs
               disclose
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               where
               they
               rule
               that
               haue
               of
               law
               no
               skill
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               boote
               ,
               they
               needes
               must
               seeke
               for
               ayd
               :
            
             
               Then
               rul'd
               are
               they
               ,
               and
               rule
               as
               others
               will
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               that
               on
               a
               stage
               his
               part
               hath
               plaid
               :
            
             
               But
               he
               was
               taught
               ,
               nought
               hath
               he
               done
               or
               said
               .
            
             
               Such
               youth
               therfore
               seek
               science
               of
               the
               sage
               ,
            
             
               As
               thinke
               to
               rule
               when
               that
               ye
               come
               to
               age
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               youth
               is
               brought
               vp
               in
               feare
               and
               obedience
               ,
            
             
               Kept
               from
               ill
               company
               ,
               bridled
               of
               their
               lust
               ,
            
             
               Do
               serue
               God
               duly
               and
               know
               their
               allegiance
               ,
            
             
               Learne
               godly
               weale
               which
               time
               nor
               age
               can
               rust
               :
            
             
               There
               Prince
               ,
               people
               ,
               and
               Peers
               needes
               prosper
               must
               .
            
             
               For
               happy
               are
               the
               folke
               ,
               and
               blessed
               is
               that
               land
               ,
            
             
               Where
               truth
               and
               vertue
               both
               haue
               got
               the
               ouer
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               speake
               this
               Baldwine
               of
               this
               rufull
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               I
               perforce
               do
               heere
               present
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               He
               faints
               so
               sore
               he
               may
               not
               speake
               a
               word
               :
            
             
               I
               pleade
               his
               cause
               without
               reward
               or
               fee
               ,
            
             
               And
               am
               enforc'd
               to
               speake
               for
               him
               and
               mee
               :
            
             
               If
               in
               his
               youth
               he
               had
               been
               wisely
               tought
               ,
            
             
               He
               should
               not
               now
               his
               wit
               so
               deare
               haue
               bought
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               what
               is
               he
               that
               hath
               but
               halfe
               a
               wit
               ,
            
             
               But
               may
               well
               know
               that
               rebels
               cannot
               speed
               ?
            
             
               Marke
               well
               my
               tale
               ,
               and
               take
               good
               heed
               to
               it
               ,
            
             
               Recount
               it
               well
               ,
               and
               take
               it
               for
               good
               reed
               ,
            
             
               Proue
               it
               vntrue
               I
               will
               not
               trust
               my
               creed
               :
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               rebell
               heretofore
               or
               since
               ,
            
             
               That
               could
               or
               shall
               preuaile
               against
               his
               Prince
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ere
               the
               subiect
               purpose
               to
               rebell
               ,
            
             
               Within
               himselfe
               let
               him
               consider
               well
               ,
            
             
               Foresee
               the
               danger
               ,
               and
               beare
               in
               his
               braine
               ,
            
             
               How
               hard
               it
               is
               his
               purpose
               to
               obtaine
               :
            
             
               For
               if
               he
               once
               be
               entred
               to
               the
               breares
               ,
            
             
               He
               hath
               a
               raging
               wolfe
               fast
               by
               the
               eares
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               he
               entred
               is
               to
               rule
               the
               rout
               ,
            
             
               Although
               he
               would
               ,
               he
               can
               no
               way
               get
               out
               :
            
             
               He
               may
               be
               sure
               none
               will
               to
               him
               resort
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               as
               are
               the
               vile
               and
               rascall
               sort
               :
            
             
               All
               honest
               men
               ,
               as
               well
               the
               most
               as
               lest
               ,
            
             
               To
               taste
               of
               treason
               vtterly
               detest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               let
               him
               waigh
               how
               long
               he
               can
               be
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Where
               faith
               nor
               friendship
               may
               no
               while
               endure
               :
            
             
               He
               whom
               he
               trusteth
               most
               ,
               to
               gaine
               a
               groate
            
             
               Will
               fall
               him
               from
               ,
               and
               seeke
               to
               cut
               his
               throate
               :
            
             
               Among
               the
               knaues
               and
               slaues
               where
               vice
               is
               rooted
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               other
               friendship
               to
               be
               looked
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               foolish
               men
               so
               falsehood
               is
               in
               price
               ,
            
             
               That
               faith
               is
               sinne
               ,
               and
               vertue
               counted
               vice
               .
            
             
               And
               where
               the
               quarell
               is
               so
               vile
               and
               bad
               ,
            
             
             
               What
               hope
               of
               aid
               then
               is
               there
               to
               be
               had
               ?
            
             
               Thinkes
               he
               that
               men
               will
               run
               at
               this
               or
               that
               ,
            
             
               To
               do
               a
               thing
               they
               know
               not
               how
               or
               what
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               yet
               what
               danger
               may
               thereof
               betide
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               wisdome
               would
               they
               should
               at
               home
               abide
               ,
            
             
               Rather
               then
               seeke
               ,
               and
               know
               not
               what
               to
               find
               .
            
             
               VVise
               men
               will
               first
               debate
               this
               in
               their
               mind
               :
            
             
               Full
               sure
               they
               are
               if
               that
               they
               go
               to
               wrecke
               ,
            
             
               Without
               all
               grace
               they
               lose
               both
               head
               and
               necke
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               lose
               their
               lands
               and
               goods
               ,
               their
               child
               and
               wife
            
             
               VVith
               griefe
               and
               shame
               shall
               leade
               a
               wofull
               life
               :
            
             
               If
               he
               be
               slaine
               in
               field
               he
               dieth
               accurst
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               of
               all
               wreckes
               we
               should
               account
               the
               worst
               :
            
             
               And
               he
               that
               dieth
               defending
               his
               liege
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Is
               blest
               and
               blest
               againe
               by
               Gods
               owne
               word
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               where
               the
               souldiers
               wages
               is
               vnpai'd
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               the
               Captaine
               slenderly
               obey'd
               :
            
             
               And
               where
               the
               souldier
               's
               out
               of
               feare
               and
               dreed
               ,
            
             
               He
               will
               be
               lacke
               when
               that
               there
               is
               most
               need
               ,
            
             
               And
               priuately
               he
               seekes
               his
               ease
               and
               leasure
               ,
            
             
               And
               will
               be
               rul'd
               but
               at
               his
               will
               and
               pleasure
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               where
               some
               draw
               forth
               ,
               other
               do
               draw
               backe
               ,
            
             
               There
               in
               the
               end
               must
               needs
               be
               woe
               and
               wracke
               :
            
             
               To
               hope
               for
               aid
               of
               Lords
               it
               is
               but
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               foretaught
               wit
               of
               treason
               knoweth
               the
               paine
               :
            
             
               They
               know
               what
               powre
               a
               Prince
               hath
               in
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               it
               is
               with
               rebels
               for
               to
               stand
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               know
               by
               treason
               honor
               is
               defaced
               ,
            
             
               Their
               ofspring
               and
               their
               progenie
               disgraced
               .
            
             
               They
               know
               to
               praise
               is
               not
               so
               worthie
               a
               thing
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               be
               true
               and
               faithfull
               to
               their
               King.
            
             
               Aboue
               cognisance
               or
               armes
               ,
               or
               pedigree
               a
               far
               ,
            
             
               An
               vnsported
               coat
               is
               like
               a
               blasing
               star
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Therefore
               the
               rebell
               is
               accurstand
               mad
               ,
            
             
               That
               hopes
               for
               that
               which
               rebell
               neuer
               had
               :
            
             
               Who
               trusting
               still
               to
               tales
               doth
               hang
               in
               hope
               ,
            
             
               Till
               at
               the
               last
               he
               hang
               fast
               by
               the
               rope
               .
            
             
               For
               though
               that
               tales
               be
               told
               that
               hope
               might
               feed
               ,
            
             
               Such
               foolish
               hope
               hath
               still
               vnhappie
               speed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Is
               is
               a
               custome
               neuer
               will
               be
               broken
               ,
            
             
               In
               broiles
               the
               bag
               of
               lies
               is
               euer
               open
               :
            
             
               Such
               lying
               newes
               men
               daily
               will
               inuent
               ,
            
             
               As
               can
               the
               hearers
               fancie
               best
               content
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               the
               newes
               do
               run
               and
               neuer
               cease
               ,
            
             
               So
               more
               and
               more
               they
               daily
               do
               encrease
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               they
               '
               ncrease
               ,
               they
               multiplie
               as
               fast
               ,
            
             
               That
               ten
               is
               ten
               hundred
               ,
               ten
               thousand
               at
               the
               last
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               the
               rebell
               had
               once
               got
               the
               field
               ,
            
             
               Thinkes
               he
               thereby
               to
               make
               his
               Prince
               to
               yeeld
               ?
            
             
               A
               Princes
               power
               within
               his
               owne
               region
               ,
            
             
               Is
               not
               so
               soone
               brought
               to
               confusion
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               Kings
               through
               God
               are
               strong
               and
               stoutly
               harted
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               of
               subiects
               will
               not
               be
               subuerted
               :
            
             
               If
               Kings
               would
               yeeld
               ,
               yet
               God
               would
               them
               restraine
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               the
               Prince
               hath
               grace
               and
               power
               to
               raigne
               :
            
             
               Who
               straitly
               chargeth
               vs
               aboue
               all
               thing
               ,
            
             
               That
               no
               man
               should
               resist
               against
               his
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
               Who
               that
               resisteth
               his
               dread
               soueraigne
               Lord
               ;
            
             
               Doth
               damne
               his
               soule
               ,
               by
               Gods
               owne
               very
               word
               ,
            
             
               A
               Christian
               subiect
               should
               with
               honor
               due
               ,
            
             
               Obey
               his
               Soueraigne
               though
               he
               were
               a
               Iew
               :
            
             
               Whereby
               assur'd
               when
               subiects
               do
               rebell
               ,
            
             
               Gods
               wrath
               is
               kindled
               ,
               and
               threatneth
               fire
               and
               hell
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               is
               soone
               knowne
               when
               Gods
               fierce
               wrath
               is
               kindled
               ,
            
             
               How
               they
               shall
               speed
               with
               whom
               he
               is
               offended
               :
            
             
               If
               God
               giue
               victorie
               to
               whom
               he
               liketh
               best
               ,
            
             
               Why
               looke
               they
               for
               it
               whom
               God
               doth
               most
               detest
               ?
            
             
               For
               treason
               is
               hatefull
               ,
               and
               abhor'd
               in
               Gods
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Example
               of
               Iudas
               that
               most
               wicked
               wight
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Which
               is
               the
               chiefe
               cause
               no
               treason
               preuailes
               ,
            
             
               For
               ill
               must
               he
               speed
               whom
               Gods
               wrath
               assailes
               .
            
             
               Let
               traytours
               and
               rebels
               looke
               to
               speed
               then
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               Gods
               mightie
               power
               is
               subiect
               to
               men
               .
            
             
               Much
               might
               be
               said
               that
               goeth
               more
               neere
               the
               pith
               ,
            
             
               But
               this
               sufficeth
               for
               a
               rurall
               Smith
               .
            
          
           
             
               Baldwine
               when
               thou
               hear'st
               reason
               in
               this
               case
               ,
            
             
               Belike
               thou
               think'st
               I
               was
               not
               very
               wise
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               I
               was
               accurst
               ,
               or
               else
               wanted
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Which
               knowing
               the
               end
               of
               my
               fond
               enterprise
               ,
            
             
               VVould
               thus
               presume
               against
               my
               Prince
               to
               rise
               :
            
             
               But
               as
               there
               is
               a
               cause
               that
               moueth
               euery
               woe
               ,
            
             
               Somewhat
               there
               was
               whereof
               this
               sore
               did
               grow
               :
            
          
           
             
               And
               to
               be
               plaine
               and
               simple
               in
               this
               case
               ,
            
             
               The
               cause
               why
               I
               such
               matter
               tooke
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               nothing
               else
               but
               pride
               and
               lacke
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Vaine
               hope
               of
               helpe
               ,
               and
               tales
               both
               false
               and
               fond
               :
            
             
               By
               meane
               whereof
               I
               did
               my
               Prince
               withstand
               ,
            
             
               Deni'd
               the
               taxe
               assest
               by
               conuocation
               ,
            
             
               To
               maintaine
               warre
               against
               the
               Scottish
               nation
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhereat
               the
               Cornish
               men
               did
               much
               repine
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               of
               gold
               and
               siluer
               were
               full
               bare
               ,
            
             
               And
               liued
               hardly
               ,
               digging
               in
               the
               mine
               ,
            
             
               They
               said
               they
               had
               no
               money
               for
               to
               spare
               :
            
             
               Gan
               first
               to
               grudge
               ,
               and
               then
               to
               sweare
               and
               stare
               ,
            
             
               Forgot
               their
               due
               obeysance
               ,
               and
               rashly
               fell
               to
               rauing
               ,
            
             
               And
               said
               they
               would
               not
               beare
               such
               polling
               and
               such
               shauing
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               first
               accus'd
               the
               King
               as
               author
               of
               their
               griefe
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               the
               Bishop
               Morton
               ,
               and
               Sir
               
                 Reinold
                 Bray
              
               :
            
             
               For
               they
               then
               were
               about
               the
               King
               most
               chiefe
               ,
            
             
               Because
               they
               thought
               the
               whole
               fault
               in
               them
               lay
               :
            
             
               They
               did
               protest
               to
               rid
               them
               of
               the
               way
               .
            
             
               Such
               thanke
               haue
               they
               that
               rule
               aboue
               a
               Prince
               ,
            
             
               They
               beare
               the
               blame
               of
               other
               mens
               offence
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               VVhen
               I
               perceiu'd
               the
               Commons
               in
               a
               rore
               ,
            
             
               Then
               I
               and
               Flamoke
               both
               agreed
               together
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               the
               people
               resorted
               more
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               Lamenting
               and
               crying
               ,
               helpe
               vs
               now
               or
               neuer
               ,
            
             
               Breake
               bondage
               now
               ,
               then
               are
               we
               free
               for
               euer
               :
            
             
               VVhereat
               inflam'd
               in
               hope
               to
               purchase
               fame
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               their
               captaines
               tooke
               on
               vs
               the
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               might
               you
               heare
               the
               people
               make
               a
               shout
               ,
            
             
               God
               saue
               the
               captaines
               ,
               and
               send
               vs
               all
               good
               speed
               :
            
             
               Then
               he
               that
               fainted
               counted
               was
               a
               lout
               ,
            
             
               The
               ruffians
               ran
               to
               sow
               seditious
               seed
               :
            
             
               To
               call
               for
               company
               there
               was
               no
               need
               ,
            
             
               For
               euery
               man
               his
               brother
               did
               entice
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               partaker
               of
               his
               wicked
               vice
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               all
               such
               newes
               as
               made
               for
               our
               auaile
               ,
            
             
               Was
               brought
               to
               me
               ,
               but
               such
               as
               sounded
               ill
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               none
               so
               bold
               to
               speake
               or
               yet
               bewaile
               :
            
             
               Each
               one
               so
               wedded
               was
               vnto
               his
               will
               ,
            
             
               That
               forth
               they
               cri'd
               with
               bowes
               ,
               with
               sword
               ,
               and
               bill
               .
            
             
               And
               what
               the
               rufler
               spake
               the
               lout
               tooke
               for
               a
               verdite
               ,
            
             
               For
               there
               the
               best
               was
               worst
               ,
               worst
               best
               regarded
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               men
               rebell
               ,
               there
               still
               the
               viler
               sort
            
             
               Conspire
               together
               ,
               and
               will
               haue
               all
               the
               sway
               :
            
             
               And
               be
               it
               well
               or
               ill
               ,
               they
               beare
               the
               port
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               will
               do
               ,
               the
               rest
               must
               needs
               obay
               .
            
             
               They
               prattle
               and
               prate
               as
               doth
               the
               Popingay
               :
            
             
               They
               crie
               vnto
               the
               rest
               to
               keepe
               th'
               array
               ,
            
             
               Whiles
               they
               may
               range
               and
               rob
               for
               spoile
               and
               pray
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               we
               had
               prepared
               euery
               thing
               ,
            
             
               VVe
               went
               to
               Tawnton
               with
               all
               our
               prouision
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               we
               slew
               the
               Prouost
               of
               Peniyn
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               he
               there
               did
               sit
               in
               high
               Commission
               :
            
             
               He
               was
               not
               wise
               ,
               nor
               yet
               of
               great
               discretion
               ,
            
             
               That
               durst
               approch
               his
               enmies
               in
               their
               rage
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               wit
               nor
               reason
               could
               their
               ire
               asswage
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               From
               thence
               we
               went
               to
               Wels
               ,
               and
               were
               receiued
            
             
               Of
               this
               Lord
               Awdely
               as
               our
               chiefe
               captaine
               ,
            
             
               He
               had
               the
               name
               ,
               but
               yet
               he
               was
               deceiued
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               indeed
               did
               rule
               the
               clubbish
               traine
               ,
            
             
               My
               cartly
               Knights
               true
               honour
               did
               disdaine
               :
            
             
               For
               like
               doth
               loue
               his
               like
               ,
               t'
               will
               be
               none
               other
               ,
            
             
               A
               chorle
               will
               loue
               a
               chorle
               ,
               before
               he
               will
               his
               brother
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               Wels
               and
               Winchester
               ,
               to
               Blackheath
               field
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               encamped
               looking
               for
               more
               aid
               ,
            
             
               But
               when
               none
               came
               ,
               we
               thought
               our selues
               beguild
               .
            
             
               Such
               Cornishmen
               as
               knew
               they
               were
               betraid
               ,
            
             
               From
               vs
               by
               night
               away
               together
               straid
               :
            
             
               There
               might
               we
               learne
               how
               vaine
               it
               is
               to
               trust
            
             
               Our
               fained
               friends
               ,
               in
               quarels
               so
               vniust
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               we
               that
               thought
               our
               power
               was
               strong
               ;
            
             
               Were
               bent
               to
               try
               what
               euer
               should
               betide
               .
            
             
               We
               were
               the
               bolder
               ,
               for
               the
               King
               so
               long
            
             
               Deferred
               fight
               :
               which
               so
               increast
               our
               pride
               ,
            
             
               That
               sure
               we
               thought
               the
               King
               himselfe
               did
               hide
            
             
               Within
               the
               City
               ,
               and
               with
               courage
               hault
               ,
            
             
               We
               did
               intend
               the
               City
               to
               assault
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               he
               contrary
               to
               our
               expectation
               ,
            
             
               Was
               fully
               bent
               to
               let
               vs
               run
               our
               race
               ,
            
             
               Till
               we
               were
               farthest
               from
               our
               habitation
               ,
            
             
               Where
               that
               of
               aid
               or
               succour
               was
               no
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               be
               plagu'd
               as
               it
               should
               please
               his
               grace
               :
            
             
               All
               doubtfull
               plaints
               ,
               how
               euer
               they
               did
               sound
               ,
            
             
               To
               our
               best
               vaile
               we
               alway
               did
               expound
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               that
               the
               King
               saw
               time
               ,
               with
               courage
               bold
            
             
               He
               sent
               a
               power
               to
               circumuent
               vs
               all
               :
            
             
               Where
               we
               enclosd
               as
               simple
               sheepe
               in
               folde
               ,
            
             
               Were
               slaughtered
               all
               as
               beasts
               in
               butchers
               stall
               :
            
             
               The
               King
               himselfe
               ,
               what
               euer
               might
               befall
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               strongly
               arm'd
               within
               Saint
               Georges
               field
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               abode
               till
               that
               he
               heard
               vs
               yeeld
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               downe
               we
               kneeld
               ,
               and
               cride
               to
               saue
               our
               life
               ,
            
             
               It
               was
               too
               late
               our
               folly
               to
               bewaile
               :
            
             
               There
               were
               we
               spoild
               of
               armour
               ,
               coate
               ,
               and
               knife
               :
            
             
               And
               we
               which
               thought
               the
               City
               to
               assaile
               ,
            
             
               Were
               led
               as
               prisners
               naked
               as
               my
               naile
               .
            
             
               Of
               vs
               two
               thousand
               they
               had
               slaine
               before
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               of
               them
               three
               hundred
               and
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               Lord
               and
               we
               the
               Captaines
               of
               the
               West
               ,
            
             
               Took
               Inne
               at
               Newgate
               ,
               fast
               in
               fetters
               tide
               ,
            
             
               Where
               after
               doome
               we
               had
               but
               litle
               rest
               .
            
             
               My
               Lord
               through
               London
               was
               drawne
               on
               a
               slide
               ,
            
             
               To
               Tower
               hill
               ,
               where
               with
               an
               axe
               he
               dide
               ,
            
             
               Clad
               in
               his
               armour
               painted
               all
               in
               paper
               ,
            
             
               Torne
               and
               reuers'd
               in
               spite
               of
               his
               behauer
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               Flamoke
               I
               and
               other
               of
               our
               bent
               ,
            
             
               As
               traytours
               at
               Tiburne
               our
               iudgement
               did
               obay
               :
            
             
               The
               people
               lookt
               I
               should
               my
               fault
               lament
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               I
               spake
               ,
               that
               for
               my
               fond
               assaie
               ,
            
             
               I
               should
               haue
               fame
               that
               neuer
               should
               decay
               :
            
             
               Wherby
               ye
               may
               perceiue
               vaine
               glory
               doth
               enflame
            
             
               As
               well
               the
               meaner
               sort
               ,
               as
               men
               of
               greater
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               the
               fickle
               patient
               ,
               sometime
               hath
               desire
               ,
            
             
               To
               tast
               the
               things
               that
               Physick
               hath
               denide
               ,
            
             
               And
               hath
               both
               paine
               and
               sorrow
               for
               his
               hire
               :
            
             
               The
               same
               to
               mee
               right
               well
               may
               be
               applide
               ,
            
             
               Which
               while
               I
               raught
               for
               fame
               on
               shame
               did
               slide
               ,
            
             
               And
               seeking
               fame
               ,
               brought
               forth
               my
               bitter
               bane
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               that
               fierd
               the
               temple
               of
               Diane
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               tell
               thee
               Baldwine
               ,
               I
               muse
               oft
               ,
               to
               see
            
             
               How
               euery
               man
               for
               wealth
               and
               honour
               gapeth
               ,
            
             
               How
               euery
               man
               would
               climbe
               aboue
               the
               skie
               ,
            
             
               How
               euery
               man
               th'
               assured
               meane
               so
               hateth
               ,
            
             
               How
               froward
               Fortune
               oft
               their
               purpose
               mateth
               :
            
             
               And
               if
               they
               hap
               their
               purpose
               to
               obtaine
               ,
            
             
               Their
               wealth
               is
               woe
               ,
               their
               honour
               care
               and
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               VVe
               see
               the
               seruant
               happier
               then
               his
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               VVe
               see
               him
               liue
               when
               that
               his
               Lord
               is
               dead
               ,
            
             
               He
               sleepeth
               sound
               ,
               is
               merry
               at
               his
               bord
               ,
            
             
               No
               sorow
               in
               his
               heart
               doth
               vex
               his
               head
               :
            
             
               Happie
               is
               he
               that
               pouertie
               can
               wed
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               gaine
               the
               mightie
               men
               when
               they
               be
               dead
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               spoile
               ,
               and
               blood
               that
               they
               haue
               shed
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               loftie
               towre
               where
               honor
               hath
               his
               seat
               ,
            
             
               Is
               high
               on
               rockes
               more
               slipper
               then
               the
               ice
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               still
               the
               whirling
               winde
               doth
               roare
               and
               beat
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               sudden
               qualmes
               and
               perils
               still
               arise
               ,
            
             
               And
               is
               beset
               with
               many
               sundrie
               vice
               ,
            
             
               So
               strange
               to
               men
               when
               first
               they
               come
               thereat
               ,
            
             
               They
               be
               amas'd
               ,
               and
               do
               they
               wot
               not
               what
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               that
               preuailes
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               towre
               can
               clime
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               toile
               and
               care
               must
               needs
               abridge
               his
               daies
               :
            
             
               And
               he
               that
               slides
               may
               curse
               the
               houre
               and
               time
            
             
               He
               did
               attempt
               to
               giue
               so
               fond
               assaies
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               life
               to
               griefe
               and
               shame
               obaies
               .
            
             
               Thus
               slide
               he
               downe
               ,
               or
               to
               the
               top
               ascend
               ,
            
             
               Assure
               himselfe
               repentance
               is
               the
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Baldwine
               therefore
               do
               thou
               record
               my
               name
               ,
            
             
               For
               president
               to
               such
               as
               credit
               lies
               ,
            
             
               Or
               thirst
               to
               suck
               the
               sugred
               cup
               of
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Or
               do
               attempt
               against
               their
               Prince
               to
               rise
               :
            
             
               And
               charge
               them
               all
               to
               keepe
               within
               their
               sise
               .
            
             
               VVho
               doth
               assay
               to
               wrest
               beyond
               his
               strength
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               be
               sure
               he
               shall
               repent
               at
               length
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               my
               request
               admonish
               thou
               all
               men
               ,
            
             
               To
               spend
               the
               talent
               well
               which
               God
               hath
               lent
               ,
            
             
               He
               that
               hath
               one
               ,
               let
               him
               not
               toile
               for
               ten
               ,
            
             
               For
               one's
               too
               much
               ,
               vnlesse
               it
               be
               well
               spent
               :
            
             
               I
               haue
               had
               proofe
               ,
               therefore
               I
               now
               repent
               ,
            
             
               Thrice
               happie
               are
               those
               men
               ,
               yea
               blest
               is
               hee
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               can
               contented
               serue
               in
               his
               degree
               .
            
          
           
             M.
             Cauil
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THE
             VALIANT
             KNIGHT
             SIR
             NICHOLAS
             Burdet
             ,
             Chiefe
             Butler
             of
             Normandie
             ,
             was
             
               slaine
               at
               Pontoise
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1441.
             
          
           
             
               IF
               erst
               in
               Kings
               affaires
               we
               counted
               were
               of
               trust
               ,
            
             
               To
               fight
               in
               waged
               warres
               ,
               as
               Captaines
               gainst
               the
               foes
               ,
            
             
               And
               might
               therefore
               aliue
               receiue
               the
               guerdon
               iust
               ,
            
             
               Which
               aye
               his
               Maiestie
               employ'd
               on
               those
               :
            
             
               Why
               should
               we
               so
               keepe
               silence
               now
               ,
               and
               not
               disclose
            
             
               Our
               noble
               acts
               to
               those
               remaine
               aliue
               ,
            
             
               T'
               encourage
               them
               the
               like
               exploits
               t'
               atchiue
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               if
               when
               as
               we
               warr'd
               ,
               for
               Prince
               and
               publike
               weale
               ,
            
             
               We
               might
               to
               each
               for
               both
               haue
               time
               and
               place
               to
               speake
               ,
            
             
               Then
               why
               not
               now
               ,
               if
               we
               to
               both
               appeale
               ?
            
             
               Sith
               both
               well
               know
               our
               dealings
               were
               not
               weake
               .
            
             
               We
               claime
               as
               right
               ,
               in
               truth
               our
               minds
               to
               breake
               ,
            
             
               The
               rather
               eke
               we
               thinke
               to
               speake
               we
               franchiz'd
               are
               ,
            
             
               Because
               we
               seru'd
               for
               peace
               and
               di'd
               in
               Princes
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhich
               granted
               so
               ,
               and
               held
               deserued
               due
               ,
            
             
               I
               may
               full
               well
               on
               stage
               supplie
               the
               place
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               Till
               I
               haue
               plainly
               laid
               before
               your
               view
            
             
               That
               I
               haue
               cause
               ,
               as
               these
               ,
               to
               plaine
               of
               Fortunes
               guile
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               smirking
               though
               at
               first
               ,
               she
               seeme
               to
               smooth
               and
               smile
               ,
            
             
               (
               If
               Fortune
               be
               )
               who
               deem'd
               themselues
               in
               skies
               to
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               She
               thirleth
               downe
               to
               dread
               the
               gulfes
               of
               gastly
               hell
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               heere
               I
               let
               a
               while
               the
               Ladie
               Fortune
               stay
               ,
            
             
               To
               tell
               what
               time
               I
               liu'd
               ,
               and
               what
               our
               warres
               were
               then
               ,
            
             
               The
               great
               exploits
               we
               did
               ,
               and
               where
               our
               armies
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               of
               the
               praise
               of
               some
               right
               honorable
               men
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               things
               with
               eyes
               I
               saw
               ,
               call'd
               now
               to
               mind
               agen
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               I
               performed
               present
               in
               the
               fight
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               in
               order
               and
               my
               fall
               recite
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               youth
               I
               seru'd
               that
               roiall
               Henry
               fift
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               praise
               for
               martiall
               feats
               eternall
               fame
               reteines
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               the
               Normanes
               stout
               did
               in
               subiection
               bring
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               was
               vnder
               then
               his
               ensignes
               taking
               paines
               .
            
             
               With
               loial
               hart
               I
               fought
               ,
               pursu'd
               my
               Prince
               his
               gaines
               ,
            
             
               There
               dealt
               I
               so
               that
               time
               my
               fame
               to
               raise
               ,
            
             
               French
               writers
               yet
               my
               name
               and
               manhood
               praise
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               erst
               as
               Burdets
               diuers
               warlike
               wights
            
             
               (
               In
               Warwicke
               shire
               their
               lands
               in
               Arrow
               ar
               )
            
             
               Were
               for
               good
               seruice
               done
               made
               worthy
               Knights
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               noble
               acts
               be
               yet
               recounted
               far
               :
            
             
               Euen
               so
               my selfe
               well
               fram'd
               to
               peace
               or
               war
               ,
            
             
               Of
               these
               the
               heire
               by
               due
               discent
               I
               came
               ,
            
             
               
                 Sir
                 Nicholas
                 Burdet
                 Knight
              
               ,
               which
               had
               to
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               time
               the
               noble
               Iohn
               of
               Bedford
               Duke
               bare
               sway
               ,
            
             
               And
               feared
               was
               in
               France
               for
               courage
               stout
               and
               fell
               ,
            
             
               He
               lou'd
               me
               for
               my
               fight
               and
               person
               ,
               (
               though
               I
               say
               )
            
             
               And
               with
               reuenues
               me
               rewarded
               yearely
               well
               .
            
             
               I
               plaid
               the
               faithfull
               subiects
               part
               ,
               the
               truth
               to
               tell
               ,
            
             
               And
               was
               accounted
               loiall
               ,
               constant
               still
               ,
            
             
               Of
               stomack
               ,
               worship
               great
               ,
               and
               warlike
               skill
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               then
               (
               O
               greefe
               to
               tell
               )
               ere
               long
               this
               peerelesse
               King
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               restored
               had
               his
               right
               vnto
               the
               Crowne
            
             
               The
               Duchie
               all
               of
               Normandy
               ,
               eke
               subiect
               bring
            
             
               The
               Frenchemen
               all
               ,
               and
               set
               Lieutenants
               in
               each
               towne
            
             
               High
               Regent
               made
               of
               France
               ,
               then
               Fortune
               gan
               to
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               He
               then
               departed
               life
               ,
               too
               soone
               alas
               :
            
             
               Some
               men
               suppose
               his
               grace
               empoisond
               was
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               Fortune
               slie
               ,
               what
               meanst
               thou
               thus
               ,
               these
               prancks
               to
               play
               ?
            
             
               False
               Fortune
               blere
               ey'd
               blind
               ,
               vnsteady
               startling
               still
               ,
            
             
               What
               meanst
               thou
               turning
               thus
               thy
               flattering
               face
               away
               ,
            
             
               Inconstant
               where
               thou
               bearest
               most
               good
               will
               ?
            
             
               Is
               it
               thy
               nature
               then
               ?
               or
               i
               st
               thy
               wonted
               skill
               ?
            
             
               It
               cost
               thee
               nought
               ,
               they
               say
               it
               comes
               by
               kind
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               art
               bisme
               ,
               so
               are
               thine
               actions
               blind
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               nothing
               doubt
               then
               thou
               thy selfe
               shalt
               fall
               .
            
             
               I
               trust
               to
               see
               the
               time
               when
               thou
               shalt
               be
               forgot
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               thy
               pride
               ,
               and
               pompe
               and
               power
               must
               vanish
               all
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               name
               shall
               die
               for
               aye
               ,
               and
               perish
               quite
               I
               wot
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               thou
               shalt
               be
               counted
               but
               a
               sot
               ,
            
             
               The
               noble
               wights
               which
               liu'd
               and
               dide
               in
               worthy
               fame
               ,
            
             
               In
               heauen
               and
               earth
               shall
               find
               an
               euerlasting
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               words
               of
               course
               are
               these
               of
               Fortune
               had
               ,
            
             
               When
               vnto
               Princes
               haps
               chance
               good
               or
               ill
               :
            
             
               God
               sends
               to
               euery
               sort
               these
               tempests
               sad
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               from
               his
               word
               they
               swarue
               and
               heauenly
               will.
            
             
               Men
               must
               endeuour
               then
               to
               please
               his
               goodnesse
               still
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               come
               life
               or
               death
               ,
               come
               ioy
               ,
               come
               smart
               ,
            
             
               No
               Fortunes
               frowne
               can
               daunt
               the
               doughty
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               famous
               King
               so
               dead
               ,
               his
               son
               but
               nine
               months
               old
            
             
               Henry
               the
               sixt
               ,
               of
               England
               was
               proclaimed
               King
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               the
               Frenchmen
               waxt
               more
               stout
               and
               bold
               ,
            
             
               His
               youth
               occasion
               gaue
               them
               to
               conspire
               the
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Which
               might
               them
               all
               from
               due
               subiection
               bring
               .
            
             
               On
               which
               the
               Counsell
               cald
               a
               Parliament
               :
            
             
               Of
               French
               that
               might
               the
               treasons
               high
               preuent
               .
            
          
           
             
               VTherein
               the
               Duke
               of
               Bedford
               my
               good
               Lord
               and
               frend
            
             
               VVas
               Regent
               made
               the
               Prince
               his
               deputy
               in
               France
               :
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Glocester
               Protectour
               was
               ,
               to
               th'
               end
            
             
               To
               rule
               in
               cases
               such
               at
               home
               might
               hap
               to
               chance
               :
            
             
               They
               chose
               to
               gard
               the
               Prince
               in
               honour
               to
               aduance
            
             
               
                 Henry
                 Benford
              
               Bishop
               of
               VVinchester
               ,
            
             
               And
               Thomas
               the
               noble
               Duke
               of
               Excester
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               here
               before
               those
               things
               could
               well
               be
               setled
               sure
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               great
               affaires
               of
               Kingdomes
               longer
               time
               doe
               take
               )
            
             
               The
               Frenchmen
               did
               by
               treason
               ,
               force
               ,
               and
               coine
               procure
            
             
               Some
               townes
               which
               English
               were
               in
               France
               their
               faith
               forsake
               .
            
             
               A
               long
               discourse
               it
               were
               of
               all
               recitall
               make
               :
            
             
               But
               of
               my
               chance
               that
               time
               ,
               recite
               will
               I
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               seru'd
               in
               warres
               my
               Prince
               in
               Normandy
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Before
               the
               Mount
               S.
               Michael
               as
               in
               siege
               I
               lay
               ,
            
             
               In
               confines
               of
               the
               Normans
               and
               the
               Britons
               land
               ,
            
             
               From
               townesmen
               famisht
               nigh
               we
               vitailes
               kept
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               them
               oft
               in
               danger
               of
               dis-Mounting
               stand
               :
            
             
               But
               it
               being
               strong
               and
               also
               stoutly
               man'd
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               by
               our
               losses
               they
               gate
               heart
               of
               grasse
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               declining
               saw
               what
               Fortune
               was
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               nerethelesse
               we
               thought
               by
               famine
               make
               them
               yeeld
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               they
               by
               fight
               or
               succours
               hopte
               the
               siege
               to
               raise
               ,
            
             
               T'
               accomplish
               which
               they
               rusht
               on
               sudden
               out
               to
               feeld
               ,
            
             
               As
               bent
               to
               die
               or
               win
               the
               wanted
               food
               with
               praise
               :
            
             
               And
               we
               as
               readie
               were
               for
               them
               at
               all
               assaies
               .
            
             
               These
               eager
               impes
               whom
               food
               want
               feaz'd
               to
               fight
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               VVe
               forc'd
               them
               die
               ,
               fall
               ,
               flie
               ,
               to
               take
               their
               fort
               againe
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhere
               I
               in
               chase
               pursu'd
               them
               euen
               to
               the
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Tane
               prisoner
               was
               ,
               a
               while
               for
               ransome
               lay
               :
            
             
               But
               then
               the
               worthie
               Duke
               the
               Regent
               of
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               Did
               for
               me
               quite
               disburse
               the
               price
               requir'd
               to
               pay
               .
            
             
               The
               siege
               we
               rais'd
               ,
               from
               thence
               we
               went
               our
               way
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               redeemed
               bare
               this
               blanke
               in
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Till
               of
               requite
               I
               might
               occasion
               find
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhich
               thus
               ere
               long
               befell
               ,
               to
               this
               a
               while
               giue
               eare
               :
            
             
               VVhen
               Arthur
               Earle
               of
               Richmond
               to
               S.
               Iaques
               came
            
             
               
                 De
                 Beuuron
              
               where
               my selfe
               and
               other
               Captaines
               were
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               had
               repared
               well
               and
               fortifi'd
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               VVe
               made
               him
               flie
               ,
               to
               his
               immortall
               shame
               :
            
             
               Euen
               thus
               to
               him
               and
               fortie
               thousand
               moe
               ,
            
             
               Fiue
               hundred
               English
               gaue
               the
               ouerthroe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Long
               while
               he
               batterie
               laid
               against
               the
               wall
               ,
            
             
               Thereby
               to
               make
               a
               breach
               for
               them
               to
               enter
               in
               :
            
             
               But
               well
               perceiuing
               still
               his
               shot
               to
               profit
               small
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               we
               weigh'd
               not
               of
               his
               power
               a
               pin
               ,
            
             
               On
               euery
               side
               afresh
               he
               did
               th'
               assault
               begin
               :
            
             
               Yet
               we
               so
               bare
               them
               off
               ,
               and
               beate
               them
               downe
               ,
            
             
               They
               durst
               not
               seaze
               or
               enter
               on
               the
               towne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               wearied
               with
               the
               siege
               and
               fault
               they
               pausd
               a
               while
               ,
            
             
               Consulting
               what
               were
               best
               ,
               and
               so
               did
               we
               likewise
               :
            
             
               They
               found
               the
               feate
               ,
               they
               thought
               should
               surely
               vs
               beguile
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               an
               euening
               came
               t'
               accomplish
               th'
               enterprise
               .
            
             
               A
               sharp
               assault
               they
               gaue
               .
               Alarme
               my
               mates
               we
               rise
               :
            
             
               On
               both
               the
               sides
               they
               scald
               ,
               the
               fort
               to
               gaine
               :
            
             
               But
               from
               the
               scales
               and
               walkes
               we
               flang
               them
               downe
               amaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               was
               my
               charge
               that
               time
               to
               keepe
               a
               bulwarke
               bace
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Britons
               came
               along
               to
               enter
               by
               a
               strait
               :
            
             
               T'
               was
               in
               a
               bottome
               low
               ,
               a
               pond
               was
               by
               the
               place
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               they
               needes
               must
               passe
               vp
               to
               a
               posterne
               gate
               .
            
             
               I
               meant
               to
               make
               them
               fish
               the
               poole
               without
               a
               bait
               ,
            
             
               Protesting
               ere
               they
               there
               should
               get
               the
               wall
            
             
               We
               would
               as
               English
               die
               ,
               or
               giue
               our
               foes
               the
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               trumpets
               sound
               tan
               tara
               ,
               tan
               tan
               tara
               right
               ,
            
             
               The
               guns
               were
               shot
               founce-founce-founce
               ,
               fomp-fum
               ,
               fow-powthow
               ,
            
             
               The
               drums
               went
               downe-dun
               downe
               ,
               the
               fluits
               fit-fite-fit-fite
               ,
            
             
               The
               weapons
               clish-clash
               and
               the
               captaines
               now-now
               now
               .
            
             
               With
               billes
               we
               beat
               thē
               downe
               ,
               with
               shafts
               we
               shot
               them
               throw
               .
            
             
               The
               gory
               ground
               did
               groane
               ,
               the
               smoky
               shot
               and
               cries
            
             
               Dimd
               all
               the
               aire
               ,
               and
               thundred
               through
               the
               skies
               .
            
          
           
             
               S.
               Denise
               cride
               the
               French
               ,
               and
               Britons
               glahe-lahee
               ,
            
             
               S.
               George
               the
               English
               cride
               ,
               fight-fight-fight
               ,
               kill-kill-kill
               :
            
             
               Fight-fight
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               come
               on
               ,
               they
               flee
               ,
               they
               flee
               ,
               they
               flee
               .
            
             
               And
               therewithall
               we
               vse
               a
               point
               of
               warlike
               skill
               ,
            
             
               We
               causd
               the
               men
               within
               to
               cry
               vnto
               vs
               still
               ,
            
             
               Fight
               Suffolke
               now
               ,
               fight-fight
               and
               Salsbury
               :
            
             
               Fight
               fight
               you
               noble
               Earles
               ,
               the
               Britons
               flee
               they
               flee
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               amazed
               all
               the
               Britons
               gan
               recoile
               ,
            
             
               Some
               drowned
               in
               the
               pond
               ,
               wherin
               they
               ran
               for
               feare
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               pursu'd
               the
               flight
               ,
               to
               wrecke
               my
               captiue
               foile
               ,
            
             
               We
               paid
               them
               in
               the
               chase
               disordred
               as
               they
               were
               ,
            
             
               Seuen
               hundred
               slew
               ,
               tooke
               fifty
               prisners
               there
               ,
            
             
               Gaind
               eighteene
               standerds
               ,
               and
               one
               banner
               more
               :
            
             
               Yet
               I
               and
               mine
               not
               fully
               were
               fourescore
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Of
               this
               exploit
               when
               th'
               Earle
               of
               Richmond
               heard
               ,
            
             
               Which
               gaue
               an
               hot
               assault
               on
               th'
               otherside
               the
               towne
               ,
            
             
               No
               lesse
               was
               he
               displeasde
               ,
               amazed
               ,
               then
               affeard
               ,
            
             
               To
               heare
               the
               names
               of
               those
               two
               Earles
               of
               high
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               His
               guilty
               courage
               quaild
               ,
               his
               heart
               was
               danted
               downe
               ,
            
             
               He
               causde
               the
               trumpets
               sound
               retrait
               away
               :
            
             
               To
               scale
               our
               walles
               he
               durst
               no
               longer
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               midnight
               he
               dislodgd
               ,
               from
               siege
               he
               made
               depart
            
             
               The
               Constable
               of
               France
               (
               late
               Earle
               of
               Richmond
               )
               fled
               ,
            
             
               And
               toward
               Fougiers
               sped
               ,
               with
               such
               as
               tooke
               his
               part
               ,
            
             
               For
               haste
               perhaps
               with
               feare
               lest
               he
               should
               lose
               his
               head
               .
            
             
               They
               left
               two
               hundred
               pipes
               of
               flowre
               and
               bisket
               bread
               ,
            
             
               Greate
               gunnes
               fourteene
               ,
               three
               hundred
               pipes
               of
               wine
               ,
            
             
               Two
               hundred
               frailes
               of
               figs
               and
               raisons
               fine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Fiue
               hundred
               barrels
               they
               of
               herring
               left
               beside
               ,
            
             
               Of
               pouder
               for
               our
               gunnes
               full
               forty
               barrels
               more
               ,
            
             
               They
               fled
               without
               their
               tents
               ,
               the
               dasterds
               durst
               not
               bide
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               they
               could
               not
               stay
               ,
               to
               take
               away
               their
               store
               .
            
             
               Haue
               you
               oft
               heard
               the
               like
               ,
               of
               cowards
               such
               before
               ?
            
             
               Those
               forty
               thousand
               ,
               Britons
               ,
               French
               ,
               and
               Scots
               ,
            
             
               Foure
               score
               them
               foiled
               ,
               made
               them
               flee
               like
               sots
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               this
               ,
               that
               noble
               man
               ,
               the
               Duke
               of
               Bedford
               heard
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               did
               quit
               my selfe
               ,
               and
               seru'd
               my
               Prince
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               He
               me
               procured
               of
               the
               King
               as
               great
               reward
            
             
               As
               my
               deserts
               could
               wish
               ,
               and
               more
               the
               truth
               to
               tell
               ,
            
             
               Chiefe
               Butlership
               of
               Normandy
               vnto
               me
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Reuenues
               eke
               in
               Normandy
               of
               lands
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               crownes
               came
               yearely
               to
               my
               hands
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               after
               this
               was
               sent
               to
               make
               inrode
            
             
               Vpon
               the
               coast
               of
               Britaine
               ,
               for
               to
               bate
               their
               pride
               ,
            
             
               A
               band
               of
               horsemen
               tooke
               without
               abode
               ,
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               Sommerset
               made
               me
               their
               guide
               ,
            
             
               To
               many
               townes
               about
               their
               bounds
               we
               ride
               :
            
             
               Set
               them
               on
               fire
               ,
               or
               made
               them
               ransom
               pay
               ,
            
             
               Tooke
               store
               of
               prisners
               ,
               wrought
               them
               much
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Returned
               victours
               safe
               to
               Normandy
               ,
            
             
               With
               good
               successe
               ,
               for
               why
               the
               cause
               was
               good
               :
            
             
               And
               of
               our
               Prince
               were
               guerdond
               gratefully
            
             
               With
               laud
               and
               gifts
               ,
               as
               for
               our
               seruice
               stood
               .
            
             
               This
               makes
               the
               Captaines
               venture
               life
               and
               blood
               ,
            
             
               And
               souldiers
               serue
               with
               heart
               in
               what
               they
               may
               ,
            
             
               Which
               are
               assur'd
               of
               honour
               ,
               praise
               ,
               and
               pay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yee
               worthy
               wights
               aliue
               ,
               which
               loue
               your
               Countreis
               weale
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               your
               Princes
               port
               such
               warres
               doe
               vndertake
               ,
            
             
               Learne
               so
               for
               Countrey
               yours
               with
               forraine
               foes
               to
               deale
               ,
            
             
               See
               that
               of
               manhood
               good
               ,
               so
               great
               accounts
               ye
               make
               .
            
             
               It
               nothing
               vailes
               in
               peace
               ,
               to
               sweare
               ,
               stur
               ,
               face
               or
               crake
               :
            
             
               In
               warres
               he
               winnes
               the
               fame
               of
               noble
               wight
            
             
               Who
               warlike
               deales
               ,
               for
               Prince
               and
               publique
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yf
               you
               so
               pointed
               be
               ,
               to
               serue
               your
               Prince
               in
               war
               ,
            
             
               As
               erst
               was
               I
               ,
               and
               must
               before
               the
               muster
               take
               ,
            
             
               Retaine
               such
               souldiers
               as
               well
               made
               ,
               strong
               ,
               seemely
               ar
               ,
            
             
               Brought
               vp
               to
               labour
               hard
               ,
               of
               such
               account
               doe
               make
               :
            
             
               These
               able
               are
               at
               neede
               to
               stand
               and
               keepe
               the
               stake
               ,
            
             
               When
               facing
               foisters
               fit
               for
               Tiburne
               fraies
            
             
               Are
               food-sick
               faint
               ,
               or
               hart-sicke
               run
               their
               waies
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               whom
               a
               man
               may
               find
               a
               number
               euery
               day
               ,
            
             
               Which
               weare
               their
               weapons
               still
               ,
               as
               all
               the
               world
               were
               war
               ,
            
             
               And
               keepe
               a
               coile
               to
               beare
               the
               best
               of
               blades
               away
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               bucklers
               braue
               at
               backs
               ,
               to
               shew
               what
               men
               they
               are
               .
            
             
               In
               peace
               at
               home
               they
               sweare
               ,
               stare
               ,
               foist
               ,
               roist
               ,
               fight
               ,
               and
               iar
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               abroad
               they
               feare
               of
               warres
               the
               smart
               ,
            
             
               Some
               better
               souldiers
               proue
               from
               driuing
               cart
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               warres
               to
               serue
               (
               as
               we
               )
               and
               weapons
               haue
            
             
               VVhen
               warlike
               stormes
               do
               rage
               beseemes
               a
               warlike
               man
               :
            
             
               In
               pleasant
               peace
               who
               sets
               himselfe
               to
               banding
               braue
               ,
            
             
               And
               facing
               fares
               at
               home
               ,
               abroad
               doe
               nothing
               can
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               nere
               so
               much
               he
               boast
               )
               fie
               on
               him
               coward
               than
               :
            
             
               For
               not
               in
               gauntlet
               ,
               sword
               ,
               targ
               ,
               oathes
               ,
               haire
               ,
               staring
               eyes
               :
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               breast
               ,
               good
               courage
               ,
               vertue
               lies
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               here
               perhas
               (
               you
               say
               )
               I
               fall
               a
               note
               too
               low
               ,
            
             
               Beneath
               the
               persons
               of
               these
               worthy
               Peeres
               and
               me
               .
            
             
               T
               is
               true
               indeed
               ,
               and
               yet
               such
               fruite
               hereof
               may
               grow
               :
            
             
               As
               eke
               the
               meane
               hereby
               ,
               his
               iarring
               out
               may
               see
               .
            
             
               Without
               good
               meane
               ,
               the
               song
               can
               neuer
               sweetly
               gree
               .
            
             
               Leaue
               out
               the
               meane
               ,
               or
               let
               him
               keepe
               no
               tune
               :
            
             
               And
               you
               shall
               sing
               when
               Easter
               falles
               in
               Iune
               .
            
          
           
             
               Euen
               so
               ,
               if
               meaner
               sorts
               doe
               iangle
               here
               and
               iar
            
             
               To
               languish
               vnder
               Mars
               ,
               but
               fill
               good
               peace
               with
               fight
               ,
            
             
               As
               discord
               foule
               in
               musicke
               ,
               fit
               they
               for
               the
               war
               :
            
             
               They
               neuer
               can
               atchieue
               the
               victory
               aright
               .
            
             
               Lead
               such
               as
               square
               or
               feare
               ,
               then
               farewell
               all
               ,
               good
               night
               .
            
             
               A
               sheepe
               is
               euen
               as
               good
               to
               starting
               stand
               and
               bea
               :
            
             
               As
               he
               that
               iangles
               ,
               wrangles
               ,
               rangles
               ,
               runnes
               awea
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               whoso
               deales
               for
               warre
               ,
               must
               wisely
               make
               his
               mart
               ,
            
             
               And
               choose
               such
               souldiers
               stout
               will
               stiffe
               in
               warfare
               stand
               .
            
             
               If
               he
               not
               recke
               what
               ruffian
               roisters
               take
               his
               part
               ,
            
             
               He
               weeldes
               vnwisely
               then
               the
               mace
               of
               Mars
               in
               hand
               .
            
             
               He
               must
               be
               able
               eke
               ,
               to
               deeme
               for
               sea
               and
               land
            
             
               What
               men
               may
               serue
               ,
               to
               best
               aduantage
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               them
               instruct
               fine
               warlike
               points
               to
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               skilfull
               knowledge
               fraight
               he
               must
               be
               void
               of
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Of
               wisedom
               so
               discreete
               ,
               so
               sober
               ,
               graue
               and
               sage
               ,
            
             
               To
               deeme
               ,
               perceiue
               ,
               abide
               ,
               aduentures
               both
               to
               beare
            
             
               As
               may
               in
               all
               exploits
               of
               fight
               with
               Fortune
               wage
               :
            
             
               He
               must
               haue
               art
               in
               vre
               ,
               and
               vse
               not
               rule
               by
               rage
               :
            
             
               Wise
               dealing
               sets
               the
               souldiers
               sure
               in
               ray
               ,
            
             
               Wilde
               ouer
               rashnesse
               casteth
               all
               away
               :
            
          
           
             
               The
               cause
               ,
               ground
               ,
               place
               and
               time
               ,
               the
               order
               of
               their
               fights
               ,
            
             
               The
               valour
               of
               his
               foes
               ,
               and
               what
               is
               their
               intent
               ,
            
             
               The
               weather
               faire
               or
               foule
               ,
               occasion
               of
               the
               nights
               ,
            
             
               What
               witty
               wiles
               and
               policies
               may
               them
               preuent
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               the
               time
               or
               store
               of
               th'
               enmies
               hath
               been
               spent
               :
            
             
               All
               these
               (
               I
               say
               )
               must
               well
               be
               waide
               before
               ,
            
             
               By
               him
               that
               sets
               in
               warres
               of
               credit
               store
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               all
               which
               points
               that
               noble
               Duke
               his
               grace
               did
               passe
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               the
               Regent
               good
               ,
               for
               chusing
               ,
               vsing
               men
               ,
            
             
               By
               nature
               fram'd
               thereto
               ,
               he
               wondrous
               skilfull
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               friendly
               vsed
               all
               ,
               instructing
               now
               and
               then
            
             
               Not
               only
               Captaines
               stout
               ,
               that
               were
               his
               countrie
               men
               ,
            
             
               But
               also
               sundrie
               souldiers
               as
               occasion
               came
               ,
            
             
               And
               taught
               them
               how
               to
               warres
               themselues
               to
               frame
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               princely
               grace
               and
               gesture
               yet
               me
               thinkes
               I
               see
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               he
               bare
               himselfe
               ,
               to
               deale
               for
               warre
               or
               peace
               :
            
             
               In
               warre
               full
               Mars-like
               ,
               hardie
               ,
               sterne
               ,
               and
               bold
               was
               he
               :
            
             
               And
               meek
               and
               prudent
               ,
               merciful
               ,
               when
               stormes
               of
               wars
               did
               cease
               :
            
             
               Whom
               pitie
               mou'd
               as
               much
               inflicted
               paines
               to
               release
               ,
            
             
               As
               euer
               wight
               in
               whom
               the
               broiles
               of
               warre
            
             
               Or
               force
               of
               fights
               ,
               had
               entred
               in
               so
               far
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhich
               if
               againe
               to
               rue
               the
               losse
               of
               such
               a
               friend
               ,
            
             
               In
               sight
               with
               plaints
               ,
               of
               teares
               the
               fountaines
               out
               might
               flow
            
             
               So
               all
               lamenting
               Muses
               would
               me
               wailings
               lend
               ,
            
             
               The
               dolours
               of
               my
               heart
               in
               sight
               again
               to
               show
               :
            
             
               I
               would
               deplore
               his
               death
               ,
               and
               Englands
               cause
               of
               woe
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               sad
               mourning
               tunes
               ,
               and
               such
               sobs
               ,
               sighes
               ,
               and
               teares
            
             
               As
               were
               not
               seene
               for
               one
               ,
               this
               ten
               times
               twentie
               yeares
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               this
               noble
               Prince
               ,
               when
               we
               had
               needed
               most
               ,
            
             
               To
               set
               the
               states
               of
               France
               and
               England
               in
               a
               stay
               ,
            
             
               That
               feared
               was
               of
               foes
               in
               euery
               forren
               coast
               ,
            
             
               Too
               soone
               (
               alas
               )
               this
               Duke
               was
               taken
               hence
               away
               .
            
             
               In
               France
               he
               di'd
               ,
               he
               lasse
               lament
               his
               losse
               we
               may
               ,
            
             
               That
               Regent
               regall
               ,
               rule
               of
               publique
               right
               .
            
             
               Loe
               how
               my
               hurts
               afresh
               beweepe
               this
               wanted
               wight
               .
            
          
           
             
               "
               With
               that
               his
               wounds
               (
               me
               thought
               )
               gan
               freshly
               bleed
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               he
               waxt
               faint
               and
               fell
               ,
               and
               my
               salt
               teares
            
             
               "
               Ran
               downe
               my
               rufull
               cheekes
               ,
               with
               trickling
               speed
               ,
            
             
               "
               (
               For
               who
               could
               chuse
               that
               such
               cause
               sees
               and
               heares
               ?
               )
            
             
               "
               O
               worthie
               Knight
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               whose
               loyall
               faith
               appeares
               :
            
             
               "
               Cease
               wailes
               ,
               rise
               vp
               ,
               instruct
               my
               quiuering
               pen
               ,
            
             
               "
               To
               tell
               the
               rest
               of
               Fortunes
               doublings
               then
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               haue
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               not
               Fortunes
               flatterie
               to
               accuse
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               Fate
               nor
               Destinie
               ,
               nor
               any
               fancie
               faind
               :
            
             
               I
               haue
               no
               cause
               t'
               affirme
               that
               these
               could
               ought
               misuse
            
             
               This
               noble
               Prince
               ,
               whose
               life
               &
               acts
               such
               fame
               and
               honour
               gaind
               ,
            
             
               But
               our
               deserts
               ,
               our
               sinnes
               ,
               and
               our
               offences
               staind
            
             
               This
               noble
               Ile
               and
               vs
               ,
               our
               sinnes
               (
               I
               say
               )
            
             
               Offending
               God
               ,
               he
               tooke
               this
               Prince
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               lasse
               how
               loth
               can
               I
               returne
               ,
               and
               leaue
               this
               pearle
               in
               Roane
            
             
               My
               Lord
               Iohn
               Duke
               of
               Bedford
               ,
               there
               his
               corps
               yet
               lies
            
             
               Enclosd
               with
               costly
               tombe
               ,
               wrought
               curiously
               of
               stone
               ,
            
             
               By
               North
               the
               altar
               high
               (
               delighting
               many
               Martiall
               eyes
               )
            
             
               Within
               our
               Ladie
               Church
               ,
               where
               fame
               him
               lifts
               to
               skies
               ,
            
             
               By
               daily
               view
               his
               name
               renoum'd
               exalted
               is
               ,
            
             
               And
               soule
               ,
               I
               trust
               ,
               full
               sweetly
               sweames
               in
               blisse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Needs
               must
               I
               enterline
               my
               talke
               a
               while
               with
               this
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               I
               will
               returne
               to
               tell
               you
               how
               I
               sped
               .
            
             
               When
               once
               the
               French
               men
               saw
               this
               noble
               Duke
               to
               misse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               English
               armies
               all
               gainst
               foes
               with
               fortunes
               led
            
             
               They
               liu'd
               at
               large
               ,
               rebeld
               against
               their
               soueraigne
               head
               ,
            
             
               Forsooke
               their
               oathes
               ,
               allegeance
               all
               denide
               ,
            
             
               And
               English
               men
               with
               all
               their
               force
               defide
               .
            
          
           
             
               While
               he
               did
               liue
               ,
               they
               durst
               not
               so
               to
               deale
               ,
            
             
               They
               durst
               not
               dare
               with
               th'
               English
               oft
               to
               fraie
               ,
            
             
               They
               found
               it
               was
               not
               for
               their
               owne
               of
               publique
               weale
               ,
            
             
               To
               rise
               against
               their
               Lord
               the
               Regent
               in
               arraie
               .
            
             
               Soone
               after
               he
               was
               dead
               ,
               departed
               hence
               away
            
             
               Both
               French
               and
               Normanes
               close
               to
               win
               did
               close
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               diuided
               were
               ,
               our
               rights
               abroad
               to
               lose
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               feend
               (
               I
               thinke
               )
               deuisde
               a
               way
               to
               make
               the
               breach
               ,
            
             
               By
               enuie
               bred
               in
               breasts
               of
               two
               right
               noble
               Peeres
               ,
            
             
               Which
               mischiefe
               hatcht
               in
               England
               ,
               then
               may
               teach
            
             
               All
               noble
               men
               that
               liue
               ,
               hence
               many
               hundred
               yeares
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               of
               Enuie
               blacke
               ,
               how
               far
               she
               deares
               .
            
             
               Euen
               their
               examples
               tell
               ,
               how
               true
               our
               Christ
               doth
               say
               :
            
             
               Each
               realme
               ,
               towne
               ,
               house
               ,
               in
               ciuil
               strife
               ,
               shall
               desolate
               decay
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Perdie
               the
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               was
               Regent
               made
               of
               France
               ,
            
             
               At
               which
               the
               Duke
               of
               Sommerset
               did
               much
               repine
               ,
            
             
               He
               thought
               they
               rather
               ought
               him
               so
               t'
               aduance
            
             
               King
               Henries
               kin
               ,
               for
               honour
               of
               his
               Princely
               line
               :
            
             
               But
               marke
               the
               grape
               which
               grew
               on
               this
               vngracious
               vine
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               say
               it
               after
               stroid
               their
               lines
               and
               houses
               nie
               ,
            
             
               But
               this
               I
               say
               ,
               we
               daily
               saw
               dishonour
               came
               thereby
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               though
               the
               hauty
               Duke
               were
               worthy
               it
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               for
               courage
               good
               as
               vertues
               honour
               due
               :
            
             
               Yet
               sith
               to
               'th
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               th'
               election
               first
               it
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               the
               saddle
               mist
               ,
               what
               needed
               he
               to
               rue
               ?
            
             
               When
               tumults
               great
               and
               sturres
               in
               France
               yet
               daily
               grew
               ,
            
             
               He
               nild
               the
               Regent
               hence
               dispatcht
               in
               many
               daies
               :
            
             
               That
               losse
               might
               win
               him
               hurt
               ,
               or
               long
               dispraise
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wild
               wengand
               on
               such
               ire
               ,
               wherby
               the
               realme
               doth
               lose
               ,
            
             
               What
               gaine
               haue
               they
               ,
               which
               heaue
               at
               honour
               so
               ?
            
             
               At
               home
               disdaine
               and
               greefe
               ,
               abroad
               they
               friend
               their
               foes
               .
            
             
               I
               must
               be
               plaine
               in
               that
               which
               wrought
               my
               webs
               of
               woe
               ,
            
             
               My
               webs
               (
               quoth
               I
               ?
               )
               would
               God
               they
               had
               wrought
               no
               moe
               .
            
             
               It
               was
               the
               cause
               of
               many
               a
               bleeding
               English
               brest
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               French
               ,
               their
               end
               of
               woefull
               warres
               addrest
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               dare
               auouch
               if
               they
               had
               firme
               in
               friendship
               bode
               ,
            
             
               And
               soothly
               as
               beseemd
               ioin'd
               frendly
               hand
               with
               hands
               ,
            
             
               They
               had
               not
               felt
               defame
               in
               any
               forraine
               rode
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               had
               not
               so
               beene
               sent
               ,
               with
               losse
               from
               Gallia
               strands
               :
            
             
               They
               might
               possession
               kept
               ,
               still
               of
               their
               conquerd
               lands
               ,
            
             
               And
               able
               been
               to
               tride
               themselues
               so
               true
               ,
            
             
               As
               might
               haue
               made
               their
               enmies
               still
               to
               rue
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               while
               the
               Duke
               of
               Sommerset
               made
               here
               so
               great
               delaies
               ,
            
             
               That
               into
               France
               the
               succours
               small
               and
               slackly
               came
               ,
            
             
               Not
               only
               Paris
               then
               was
               lost
               ,
               within
               few
               daies
               ,
            
             
               That
               famous
               flowre
               of
               France
               ,
               of
               far
               renowned
               fame
               ,
            
             
               The
               French
               (
               I
               say
               )
               not
               onely
               gat
               and
               kept
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               this
               meanes
               ,
               in
               France
               we
               daily
               felt
               such
               smart
               ,
            
             
               As
               might
               with
               pitie
               pierce
               an
               adamantine
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               great
               mishap
               ,
               the
               noble
               Duke
               of
               Bedford
               once
               being
               dead
               ,
            
             
               Our
               wealth
               went
               backe
               ,
               by
               discords
               foule
               despite
               we
               lost
            
             
               Not
               only
               townes
               in
               France
               ,
               and
               Captaines
               armies
               led
               ,
            
             
               But
               many
               souldiers
               eke
               with
               labour
               ,
               spence
               and
               cost
               :
            
             
               And
               though
               full
               oft
               we
               made
               the
               French
               men
               smell
               of
               the
               rost
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               in
               the
               end
               we
               gaine
               of
               fight
               the
               fame
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               by
               craft
               and
               treason
               gate
               the
               game
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               resteth
               more
               ,
               it
               were
               ,
               perdie
               ,
               too
               long
               to
               tell
               ,
            
             
               Of
               battels
               great
               and
               broiles
               which
               happened
               daily
               still
               ,
            
             
               The
               stories
               eke
               declare
               aduentures
               which
               befell
               :
            
             
               Although
               (
               God
               wot
               )
               the
               writers
               wanted
               points
               of
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               to
               speake
               a
               while
               ,
               digresse
               againe
               I
               will
               ,
            
             
               And
               partly
               shew
               what
               one
               he
               ought
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               Which
               takes
               on
               him
               to
               write
               an
               Historie
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Chronicler
               should
               well
               in
               diuers
               tongues
               be
               seene
               ,
            
             
               And
               eke
               in
               all
               the
               arts
               he
               ought
               to
               haue
               a
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               he
               might
               the
               truth
               of
               diuers
               actions
               deeme
               ,
            
             
               And
               both
               supplie
               the
               wants
               ,
               correct
               that
               is
               not
               right
               :
            
             
               He
               should
               haue
               eloquence
               ,
               and
               full
               and
               fitly
               write
               ,
            
             
               Not
               mangle
               stories
               ,
               snatching
               heere
               and
               there
               :
            
             
               Nor
               glose
               to
               make
               a
               volume
               great
               appeare
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               should
               be
               of
               such
               countenance
               and
               wit
               ,
            
             
               As
               should
               giue
               witnesse
               to
               the
               Histories
               he
               writes
               ,
            
             
               He
               should
               be
               able
               well
               his
               reasons
               so
               to
               knit
               ,
            
             
               As
               should
               continue
               well
               the
               matter
               he
               recites
               :
            
             
               He
               should
               not
               praise
               ,
               dispraise
               ,
               for
               fauour
               or
               despites
               ,
            
             
               But
               should
               so
               place
               each
               thing
               in
               order
               due
               ,
            
             
               As
               might
               approue
               the
               stories
               to
               be
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               this
               may
               haps
               the
               time
               may
               seeke
               at
               length
               redresse
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               such
               stories
               now
               and
               noble
               acts
               as
               die
               ,
            
             
               May
               come
               againe
               to
               light
               (
               at
               least
               defaced
               lesse
               )
            
             
               If
               from
               the
               Britaines
               first
               antiquities
               they
               trie
               .
            
             
               In
               great
               defects
               if
               they
               the
               truth
               supplie
               ,
            
             
               Then
               shall
               the
               readers
               fuller
               stories
               find
               ,
            
             
               And
               haue
               whereby
               to
               recreate
               the
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               now
               returne
               I
               must
               ,
               and
               briefly
               heere
               declare
            
             
               Before
               my
               death
               ,
               what
               sundrie
               haps
               we
               had
               .
            
             
               In
               warres
               right
               variously
               the
               states
               of
               Captaines
               fare
               ,
            
             
               Now
               well
               ,
               now
               woe
               ,
               now
               ioyfull
               ,
               now
               right
               sad
               .
            
             
               But
               who
               well
               ends
               ,
               though
               all
               his
               haps
               were
               bad
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               erst
               sinke
               or
               swim
               ,
               lose
               ,
               win
               ,
               be
               slaine
               ,
               die
               ,
               fall
               ,
            
             
               If
               he
               die
               well
               ,
               h
               'is
               thrice
               and
               foure
               times
               blest
               of
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               France
               eight
               leagues
               from
               Paris
               ,
               Pontoise
               stands
               ,
            
             
               (
               Tweene
               that
               and
               Roane
               )
               which
               we
               had
               won
               before
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               we
               held
               it
               English
               safely
               in
               our
               hands
               .
            
             
               For
               to
               our
               Prince
               the
               men
               allegeance
               swore
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               remain'd
               obedient
               euermore
               ,
            
             
               Till
               from
               their
               neckes
               to
               reaue
               the
               English
               yoke
               ,
            
             
               They
               might
               find
               meanes
               by
               whom
               to
               strike
               the
               stroke
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               these
               saw
               Paris
               lost
               ,
               and
               cities
               moe
               beside
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               in
               France
               and
               Normandie
               reuolts
               had
               done
               ,
            
             
               They
               thought
               no
               longer
               subiect
               to
               abide
               ,
            
             
               But
               sought
               occasion
               how
               they
               might
               by
               French
               be
               won
               .
            
             
               As
               of
               our
               losse
               reports
               did
               daily
               to
               them
               run
               ,
            
             
               So
               with
               King
               Charles
               th'
               agreed
               when
               to
               betray
               the
               towne
               ,
            
             
               And
               force
               the
               English
               flee
               ,
               or
               yeeld
               ,
               or
               beate
               them
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               ,
               the
               powre
               of
               France
               could
               not
               with
               mightie
               host
            
             
               Performe
               to
               win
               by
               force
               from
               vs
               th'
               assaulted
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Them
               scaling
               often
               from
               the
               walles
               we
               tost
               .
            
             
               On
               euery
               side
               full
               fast
               we
               flang
               the
               French
               men
               downe
               .
            
             
               Our
               noble
               acts
               before
               had
               gotten
               such
               renowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               erst
               had
               past
               with
               vs
               so
               farre
               ,
            
             
               They
               had
               small
               hope
               to
               win
               our
               forts
               by
               warre
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               King
               Charles
               assai'd
               the
               secret
               saut
               ,
            
             
               Not
               by
               his
               force
               of
               French
               ,
               but
               by
               his
               golden
               fee
               ,
            
             
               Corrupting
               diuers
               Burgeses
               to
               make
               the
               faut
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               an
               entrie
               should
               to
               his
               oppugning
               bee
               :
            
             
               And
               they
               (
               as
               erst
               is
               said
               )
               were
               willing
               to
               agree
               ,
            
             
               Like
               periur'd
               theeues
               conspir'd
               by
               secret
               fine
               deuice
               ,
            
             
               Gaue
               Pontoise
               vp
               ,
               and
               tooke
               the
               promist
               price
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               in
               Nouember
               next
               when
               it
               was
               sharpe
               and
               cold
               ,
            
             
               And
               daily
               frost
               had
               dri'd
               and
               parched
               hard
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               We
               were
               in
               hope
               againe
               to
               get
               of
               Pontoise
               hold
               ,
            
             
               Which
               erst
               the
               townesmen
               sold
               ,
               for
               gaine
               of
               many
               a
               pound
            
             
               The
               snow
               fell
               fast
               ,
               lay
               thicke
               ,
               and
               couered
               well
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               And
               ditches
               were
               so
               hard
               about
               the
               towne
               befrore
               ,
            
             
               That
               on
               the
               ice
               by
               euery
               side
               we
               safely
               might
               get
               ore
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lord
               
                 Iohn
                 Clifford
              
               was
               chiefe
               Captaine
               then
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               vs
               Captaines
               did
               this
               policie
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               That
               we
               in
               clothing
               white
               and
               souldiers
               euery
               man
               ,
            
             
               Should
               in
               our
               armour
               finely
               vs
               disguise
               :
            
             
               The
               next
               night
               so
               we
               should
               to
               the
               assault
               arise
               ,
            
             
               And
               passe
               the
               frozen
               ditch
               vnto
               the
               wall
               ,
            
             
               With
               ladders
               scale
               ,
               and
               kill
               the
               watchmen
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               so
               prepar'd
               our selues
               as
               time
               occasion
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               And
               drest
               in
               white
               coats
               trim
               ,
               it
               ioy'd
               our
               hearts
               to
               see
            
             
               How
               fine
               we
               past
               the
               ditch
               ,
               what
               good
               successe
               we
               haue
               :
            
             
               How
               on
               the
               walles
               we
               find
               the
               watch
               nigh
               frozen
               bee
               :
            
             
               As
               noble
               Greekes
               on
               Troy
               ,
               on
               Pontoise
               season'd
               wee
               ,
            
             
               We
               slew
               the
               watch
               ,
               we
               beat
               the
               souldiers
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Some
               prisners
               tooke
               ,
               and
               tooke
               withall
               the
               towne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               stately
               Captaines
               French
               ,
               was
               
                 Iohn
                 de
                 Villers
              
               one
            
             
               Within
               the
               taken
               towne
               ,
               and
               Narrabon
               a
               Knight
            
             
               Burgunion
               :
               yet
               they
               fled
               ,
               away
               they
               gate
               them
               gone
               :
            
             
               They
               durst
               not
               bide
               against
               the
               blanched
               boyes
               to
               fight
               .
            
             
               We
               paid
               the
               periur'd
               knaues
               the
               Burgesses
               that
               night
               ,
            
             
               And
               gat
               as
               much
               of
               honor
               and
               renowne
            
             
               As
               they
               gat
               shame
               and
               losse
               ,
               which
               bought
               and
               sold
               the
               towne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Marke
               well
               the
               French
               mens
               foiles
               in
               all
               our
               worthie
               warre
            
             
               In
               these
               two
               regall
               Henries
               times
               ,
               and
               you
               shall
               see
            
             
               How
               we
               surpast
               the
               French
               in
               valour
               farre
               :
            
             
               And
               bend
               for
               Prince
               and
               Realme
               so
               valiant
               for
               to
               bee
               :
            
             
               Which
               if
               ye
               shall
               ,
               and
               deale
               in
               seruice
               as
               did
               wee
               ,
            
             
               I
               nothing
               doubt
               renowne
               and
               fame
               shall
               say
               ,
            
             
               That
               noble
               England
               beares
               for
               warres
               the
               palme
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               When
               King
               Charles
               had
               heard
               how
               Pontoise
               men
               had
               sped
               ,
            
             
               His
               armie
               straight
               assembled
               he
               therefore
               againe
               ,
            
             
               Wherewith
               to
               win
               this
               towne
               afresh
               th'
               assault
               he
               led
               ,
            
             
               He
               piners
               set
               to
               trench
               and
               vndermine
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               Made
               bastiles
               for
               defence
               ,
               yet
               all
               this
               toile
               was
               vaine
               .
            
             
               For
               batterie
               of
               our
               walles
               he
               spent
               his
               powder
               still
               ,
            
             
               Made
               freshly
               French
               assaults
               ,
               but
               did
               no
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               noble
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               discharged
               late
               before
               ,
            
             
               When
               now
               the
               Earle
               of
               Warwicke
               chanst
               at
               Roane
               to
               die
               ,
            
             
               Being
               Regent
               chosen
               once
               againe
               of
               France
               ,
               as
               yore
               ,
            
             
               (
               Th'
               Earle
               of
               Warwicke
               Regent
               was
               two
               yeares
               perdie
               )
            
             
               Arriu'd
               in
               France
               ,
               to
               rouse
               the
               French
               King
               he
               did
               hie
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               lay
               besieging
               Pontoise
               ,
               as
               I
               said
               )
            
             
               VVith
               him
               to
               fight
               ,
               and
               eke
               to
               bring
               vs
               aide
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               French
               King
               fled
               ,
               for
               haste
               he
               left
               his
               store
               behind
               :
            
             
               VVhen
               he
               was
               once
               assur'd
               the
               Duke
               of
               Yorke
               drue
               neare
               ,
            
             
               He
               durst
               not
               stay
               to
               bide
               the
               time
               or
               place
               assign'd
            
             
               To
               fight
               our
               Regent
               with
               ,
               but
               fled
               away
               for
               feare
               .
            
             
               By
               these
               assaies
               you
               see
               what
               men
               in
               France
               they
               were
               ,
            
             
               Discourag'd
               oft
               ,
               slaine
               ,
               put
               to
               flight
               and
               fall
               :
            
             
               By
               sight
               ,
               force
               ,
               fight
               ,
               and
               names
               of
               numbers
               small
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               when
               the
               Duke
               had
               fortifi'd
               our
               Pontoise
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Then
               he
               pursu'd
               the
               French
               King
               erst
               that
               fled
               ,
            
             
               To
               Poyssy
               ,
               where
               he
               lay
               with
               Lords
               of
               French
               renowne
               .
            
             
               Before
               which
               towne
               ,
               the
               Duke
               his
               noble
               armie
               led
               :
            
             
               The
               French
               King
               durst
               not
               out
               of
               Poyssy
               put
               his
               head
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               there
               came
               to
               skirmish
               out
               French
               gentlemen
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               some
               slaine
               ,
               foure
               tane
               ,
               the
               rest
               retir'd
               agen
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Duke
               to
               bid
               him
               battell
               did
               pretend
               ,
            
             
               If
               he
               could
               there
               encounter
               with
               him
               tho
               :
            
             
               But
               forth
               againe
               he
               durst
               not
               come
               nor
               send
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               he
               should
               receiue
               the
               foile
               and
               ouerthro
               .
            
             
               On
               which
               the
               Duke
               dislodg'd
               ,
               departing
               Poyssy
               fro
               ,
            
             
               To
               Maunt
               ,
               and
               Roane
               ,
               from
               thence
               his
               grace
               did
               hie
               ,
            
             
               T'
               appease
               the
               broiles
               of
               strife
               in
               Normandie
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               then
               the
               French
               King
               calling
               vnto
               mind
               his
               losse
               ,
            
             
               His
               charges
               in
               the
               siege
               ,
               his
               bastiles
               trenches
               made
               ,
            
             
               How
               erst
               we
               did
               them
               thence
               ,
               sans
               bag
               and
               bagage
               tosse
               ,
            
             
               Eke
               how
               from
               siege
               he
               durst
               not
               stay
               the
               store
               to
               lade
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               their
               Fortunes
               oft
               ,
               in
               fight
               went
               retrograde
               ,
            
             
               How
               neighbours
               ill
               to
               Paris
               ,
               we
               of
               Pontoise
               were
               :
            
             
               He
               cast
               aside
               his
               French
               and
               fainting
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               rather
               yet
               ,
               for
               why
               ,
               Parisiens
               aye
               did
               raile
               ,
            
             
               They
               said
               he
               wanted
               courage
               good
               ,
               he
               durst
               not
               fight
               ,
            
             
               He
               lackt
               no
               souldiers
               good
               ,
               his
               feeble
               heart
               did
               faile
               :
            
             
               
                 Le
                 Roy
              
               (
               quoth
               they
               )
               
                 du
                 France
                 ,
                 les
                 Anglois
                 point
                 nennit
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 Le
                 Roy
                 ne
                 ose
                 pas
                 pour
                 Pontoise
                 faire
                 pour
                 suit
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 Le
                 Roy
                 est
                 Lourd
                 ,
                 sans
                 cueur
                 :
                 car
                 peu
                 de
                 gens
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Fait
                 nostre
                 Roy
                 &
                 pais
                 faire
                 grande
                 dispens
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               King
               Charles
               return'd
               with
               mightie
               host
               ,
            
             
               To
               vindicate
               this
               great
               reproch
               and
               shame
               :
            
             
               And
               vnto
               Pontoise
               gaue
               assault
               in
               post
            
             
               Full
               hotly
               ,
               when
               we
               feared
               least
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Whereon
               ,
               to
               fight
               against
               him
               all
               our
               force
               we
               frame
               ,
            
             
               But
               number
               great
               at
               th'
               entrie
               got
               such
               hand
               ,
            
             
               We
               could
               not
               forth
               againe
               their
               force
               aband
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVith
               trumpets
               sounding
               ,
               tan
               tan-tar'aloud
            
             
               The
               larum
               bell
               we
               rung
               ,
               our selues
               to
               trie
               dispose
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               them
               pay
               the
               price
               of
               our
               distresse
               we
               vow'd
               ,
            
             
               Before
               we
               would
               possession
               got
               ,
               of
               Pontoise
               lose
               :
            
             
               In
               euery
               street
               we
               met
               the
               strength
               of
               all
               our
               foes
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               them
               passe
               by
               deadly
               dint
               away
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               ventured
               first
               our
               English
               mates
               to
               slay
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhy
               now
               my
               friends
               ,
               for
               England
               fight
               ,
               I
               cri'd
               :
            
             
               If
               euer
               English
               hearts
               your
               noble
               brests
               possest
               ,
            
             
               I
               promise
               you
               to
               make
               them
               flinch
               ,
               if
               I
               may
               bide
               :
            
             
               Mates
               follow
               me
               .
               Amongst
               my
               foes
               I
               rusht
               before
               the
               rest
               :
            
             
               O
               heere
               come
               on
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               now
               fight
               we
               for
               the
               best
               .
            
             
               And
               therewithall
               I
               vs'd
               such
               courage
               ,
               force
               and
               might
               :
            
             
               As
               made
               my
               foes
               to
               fall
               ,
               and
               souldiers
               fitly
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               If
               we
               do
               leese
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               the
               French
               men
               shall
               not
               gaine
               :
            
             
               So
               if
               we
               win
               ,
               t
               is
               worth
               the
               while
               to
               keepe
               array
               .
            
             
               If
               ye
               stand
               stifly
               to
               't
               ,
               wee
               le
               make
               them
               peaze
               the
               paine
               ,
            
             
               And
               leade
               with
               losse
               of
               liuely
               limbes
               the
               laud
               away
               .
            
             
               Although
               they
               fiercely
               fight
               ,
               in
               hope
               vs
               all
               to
               slay
               :
            
             
               Loe
               sixe
               to
               one
               they
               fall
               ,
               and
               dead
               they
               lie
               :
            
             
               We
               English
               men
               ,
               in
               triumph
               fight
               ,
               and
               honor
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               bloodie
               broiles
               of
               warre
               ,
               the
               haplesse
               towne
               did
               smoke
               ,
            
             
               The
               children
               saw
               their
               fathers
               deare
               ,
               to
               bleed
               their
               last
               :
            
             
               The
               wiues
               be
               wailed
               much
               the
               fatall
               stroke
               ,
            
             
               Which
               forst
               their
               husbands
               bleed
               ,
               fall
               ,
               die
               so
               fast
               :
            
             
               Helas
               the
               women
               cri'd
               ,
               the
               wofull
               streets
               that
               past
               :
            
             
               (
               When
               so
               they
               saw
               the
               channels
               bloodie
               streame
               )
            
             
               What
               plague
               is
               this
               ,
               that
               pesters
               so
               our
               Reame
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Is
               no
               remorce
               of
               life
               ,
               but
               kill
               ,
               kill
               ,
               kill
               ?
               (
               he
               lasse
               )
            
             
               Kill
               ,
               kill
               the
               English
               ctie
               ,
               and
               valiantly
               they
               fight
               :
            
             
               What
               hap
               had
               we
               to
               see
               these
               mischiefes
               come
               to
               passe
               ?
            
             
               
                 Helas
                 le
                 sang
                 de
                 nous
                 amis
                 ,
                 la
                 mort
                 helas
                 :
              
            
             
               The
               maidens
               crie
               ,
               the
               widowes
               waile
               ,
               and
               aged
               mourne
               ,
            
             
               With
               wringing
               hands
               vplift
               ,
               and
               wish
               themselues
               vnborne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               vs
               one
               thousand
               English
               men
               within
               the
               towne
               ,
            
             
               Sustain'd
               the
               force
               ,
               the
               powre
               and
               puissance
               of
               their
               King
               :
            
             
               And
               of
               the
               French
               that
               fought
               ,
               we
               beate
               three
               thousand
               downe
               ,
            
             
               We
               slew
               no
               lesse
               ,
               for
               all
               the
               number
               he
               did
               bring
               .
            
             
               If
               this
               vntrue
               shall
               seeme
               ,
               disere
               dit
               mine
               to
               ring
               ,
            
             
               A
               French
               Historian
               writing
               for
               themselues
               shall
               say
               :
            
             
               Three
               thousand
               French
               men
               there
               ,
               were
               slaine
               that
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               Foure
               hundred
               English
               men
               that
               time
               were
               slaine
               in
               fight
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               was
               one
               ,
               with
               losse
               they
               wan
               the
               towne
               perdie
               :
            
             
               But
               if
               I
               might
               haue
               liu'd
               t'
               haue
               tri'd
               our
               right
               ,
            
             
               With
               one
               for
               euery
               seuen
               ,
               by
               ods
               as
               we
               did
               die
               :
            
             
               I
               doubt
               not
               (
               so
               the
               rest
               ,
               would
               done
               their
               parts
               as
               I.
               )
            
             
               But
               that
               King
               Charles
               ,
               his
               Lords
               ,
               nor
               all
               his
               men
               ,
            
             
               Should
               scarce
               haue
               tane
               the
               towne
               of
               Pontoise
               then
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               VVhat
               need
               I
               more
               debate
               of
               these
               things
               here
               ,
            
             
               In
               England
               was
               the
               fault
               ,
               though
               we
               did
               feele
               the
               smart
               .
            
             
               VVhile
               they
               at
               home
               ,
               at
               bate
               and
               strife
               for
               honors
               were
               ,
            
             
               They
               lost
               abroad
               of
               Normandie
               the
               greater
               part
               .
            
             
               To
               thinke
               on
               this
               torments
               againe
               my
               wounded
               hart
               ,
            
             
               That
               Lords
               at
               home
               ,
               should
               striue
               about
               the
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               lose
               abroad
               their
               countries
               weale
               and
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               English
               Peeres
               abandon
               such
               contentious
               strife
               ,
            
             
               It
               hurts
               the
               publike
               weale
               ,
               decayes
               the
               State
               :
            
             
               It
               reaues
               the
               yeares
               too
               soone
               of
               longer
               life
               :
            
             
               It
               frets
               the
               brest
               with
               rust
               of
               baend
               debate
               :
            
             
               It
               giues
               the
               checke
               to
               him
               that
               giues
               the
               mate
               :
            
             
               Then
               thus
               I
               end
               ,
               that
               wight
               of
               all
               is
               blest
            
             
               VVhich
               liues
               in
               loue
               with
               God
               ,
               his
               Prince
               and
               countrie
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               Higins
               if
               thou
               write
               ,
               how
               this
               my
               fall
               befell
               ;
            
             
               Place
               it
               in
               Baldwines
               Mirrour
               with
               the
               rest
               .
            
             
               From
               crazed
               scull
               sith
               heere
               my
               mind
               I
               tell
               :
            
             
               Sith
               bleeding
               heart
               these
               rufull
               rimes
               exprest
               :
            
             
               This
               mangled
               tale
               beseemes
               my
               person
               best
               .
            
             
               Do
               so
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               and
               let
               it
               passe
               euen
               thus
               :
            
             
               Viuit
               (
               quoth
               I
               )
               
                 post
                 funer
                 a
                 virtus
              
               .
            
          
           
             Iohn
             Higins
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             SHORES
             WIFE
             ,
             KING
             EDWARD
             THE
             FOVRTHS
             CONCVBINE
             ,
             WAS
             by
             King
             Richard
             despoiled
             of
             all
             her
             goods
             ,
             and
             forced
             
               to
               doe
               open
               penance
            
             .
          
           
             
               AMong
               the
               rest
               ,
               by
               Fortune
               ouerthrowne
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               not
               least
               ,
               that
               most
               may
               waile
               her
               fate
               :
            
             
               My
               fame
               and
               brute
               ,
               abroad
               the
               world
               is
               blowne
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               can
               forget
               ,
               a
               thing
               thus
               done
               so
               late
               ?
            
             
               My
               great
               mischance
               ,
               my
               fall
               ,
               and
               heauie
               state
               ,
            
             
               Is
               such
               a
               marke
               ,
               whereat
               each
               tongue
               doth
               shoot
               ,
            
             
               That
               my
               good
               name
               ,
               is
               pluckt
               vp
               by
               the
               root
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               wandring
               world
               ,
               bewitched
               me
               with
               wiles
               ,
            
             
               And
               won
               my
               wits
               ,
               with
               wanton
               sugred
               ioyes
               :
            
             
               In
               Fortunes
               frekes
               ,
               who
               trusts
               her
               when
               she
               smiles
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               find
               her
               false
               ,
               and
               full
               of
               fickle
               toyes
               ,
            
             
               Her
               triumphes
               all
               ,
               but
               fill
               our
               eares
               with
               noise
               ,
            
             
               Her
               flattring
               gifts
               ,
               are
               pleasures
               mixt
               with
               paine
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               all
               her
               words
               ,
               are
               thunders
               threatning
               raine
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               fond
               desire
               ,
               that
               we
               in
               glorie
               set
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               thirle
               our
               hearts
               ,
               to
               hope
               in
               slipper
               hap
               :
            
             
               A
               blast
               of
               pompe
               ,
               is
               all
               the
               fruit
               we
               get
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnder
               that
               ,
               lies
               hid
               a
               sudden
               clap
               .
            
             
               In
               seeking
               rest
               ,
               vnwares
               we
               fall
               in
               trap
               ,
            
             
               In
               groping
               flowres
               ,
               with
               nettles
               stung
               we
               are
               ,
            
             
               In
               labring
               long
               ,
               we
               reape
               the
               crop
               of
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
               Oh
               darke
               deceit
               ,
               with
               painted
               face
               for
               sho
               ,
            
             
               Oh
               poisned
               bait
               ,
               that
               makes
               vs
               eager
               still
               ,
            
             
               Oh
               fained
               friend
               ,
               deceiuing
               people
               so
               ,
            
             
               Oh
               world
               ,
               of
               thee
               ,
               we
               cannot
               speake
               too
               ill
               :
            
             
               Yet
               fooles
               we
               are
               ,
               that
               bend
               so
               to
               thy
               skill
               .
            
             
               The
               plague
               and
               scourge
               ,
               that
               thousands
               daily
               feele
               ,
            
             
               Should
               warne
               the
               wise
               ,
               to
               shun
               thy
               whirling
               wheele
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               who
               can
               stop
               ,
               the
               streame
               that
               runnes
               full
               swift
               ?
            
             
               Or
               quench
               the
               fire
               ,
               that
               is
               crept
               in
               the
               straw
               ?
            
             
               The
               thirstie
               drinkes
               ,
               there
               is
               no
               other
               shift
               ,
            
             
               Perforce
               is
               such
               ,
               that
               need
               obeyes
               no
               law
               .
            
             
               Thus
               bound
               we
               are
               ,
               in
               worldly
               yokes
               to
               draw
               ,
            
             
               And
               cannot
               stay
               ,
               nor
               turne
               againe
               in
               time
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               learne
               of
               those
               ,
               that
               sought
               too
               high
               to
               clime
               .
            
          
           
             
               My selfe
               for
               proofe
               ,
               loe
               heere
               I
               now
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               In
               womans
               weed
               ,
               with
               weeping
               watred
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               That
               bought
               her
               youth
               ,
               and
               her
               delights
               full
               deare
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               loud
               reproch
               ,
               doth
               sound
               vnto
               the
               skies
               ,
            
             
               And
               bids
               my
               corse
               ,
               out
               of
               the
               graue
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               that
               may
               ,
               no
               longer
               hide
               her
               face
               ,
            
             
               But
               needs
               must
               come
               ,
               and
               shew
               her
               pitious
               case
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               sheete
               of
               shame
               ,
               wherein
               I
               shrowded
               was
               ,
            
             
               Did
               moue
               me
               oft
               ,
               to
               plaine
               before
               this
               day
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               mine
               cares
               did
               ring
               the
               trumpe
               of
               brasse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               defame
               ,
               that
               doth
               each
               thing
               bewray
               .
            
             
               Yea
               though
               full
               dead
               ,
               and
               low
               in
               earth
               I
               lay
               ,
            
             
               I
               heard
               the
               voice
               ,
               of
               me
               what
               people
               said
               ,
            
             
               But
               then
               to
               speake
               ,
               alas
               I
               was
               afraid
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               a
               time
               ,
               for
               me
               I
               see
               prepar'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               heare
               the
               liues
               ,
               and
               falles
               of
               many
               wights
               :
            
             
               My
               tale
               therefore
               ,
               the
               better
               may
               be
               har'd
               ,
            
             
               For
               at
               the
               torch
               ,
               the
               little
               candle
               lights
               .
            
             
               Where
               pageants
               be
               ,
               small
               things
               fill
               out
               the
               sights
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               giue
               eare
               ,
               good
               Churchyard
               do
               thy
               best
               ,
            
             
               My
               tragedie
               ,
               to
               place
               among
               the
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               the
               truth
               ,
               shall
               witnes
               well
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               rehearse
               ,
               in
               order
               as
               it
               fell
               ,
            
             
               My
               life
               ,
               my
               death
               ,
               my
               dolefull
               destinie
               ,
            
             
               My
               wealth
               ,
               my
               woe
               ,
               my
               doing
               euery
               deale
               ,
            
             
               My
               bitter
               blisse
               ,
               wherein
               I
               long
               did
               dwell
               :
            
             
               A
               whole
               discourse
               ,
               by
               me
               Shores
               wife
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               Now
               shalt
               thou
               heare
               ,
               as
               thou
               hadst
               seene
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               noble
               blood
               ,
               I
               cannot
               boast
               my
               birth
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               was
               made
               out
               of
               the
               meanest
               mold
               ,
            
             
               Mine
               heritage
               ,
               but
               seuen
               foot
               of
               th'
               earth
               ,
            
             
               Fortune
               ne
               gaue
               ,
               to
               me
               the
               gifts
               of
               gold
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               could
               brag
               ,
               of
               nature
               if
               I
               wold
               ,
            
             
               Who
               fil'd
               my
               face
               ,
               with
               fauour
               fresh
               and
               faire
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               beautie
               shone
               ,
               like
               Phoebus
               in
               the
               aire
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               shape
               some
               said
               ,
               was
               seemely
               to
               each
               sight
               ,
            
             
               My
               countenance
               ,
               did
               shew
               a
               sober
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Mines
               eyes
               in
               lookes
               ,
               were
               neuer
               proued
               light
               ,
            
             
               My
               tongue
               in
               words
               was
               chast
               in
               euery
               case
               .
            
             
               Mine
               eares
               were
               deafe
               ,
               and
               would
               no
               louers
               place
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               that
               ,
               alas
               ,
               a
               Prince
               did
               blot
               my
               brow
               ,
            
             
               Loe
               ,
               there
               the
               strong
               ,
               did
               make
               the
               weake
               to
               bow
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               maiesty
               ,
               that
               Kings
               to
               people
               beare
               ,
            
             
               The
               stately
               port
               ,
               the
               awfull
               cheere
               they
               show
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               make
               the
               meane
               ,
               to
               shrink
               and
               couch
               for
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Like
               as
               the
               hound
               ,
               that
               doth
               ,
               his
               master
               know
               :
            
             
               What
               then
               ?
               since
               I
               ,
               was
               made
               vnto
               the
               bow
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               cloke
               ,
               can
               serue
               to
               hide
               my
               fault
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               agreed
               ,
               the
               fort
               he
               should
               assault
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Eagles
               force
               ,
               subdues
               ech
               bird
               that
               flies
               ,
            
             
               What
               metall
               may
               ,
               resist
               the
               flaming
               fire
               ?
            
             
               Doth
               not
               the
               Sun
               ,
               dazell
               the
               clearest
               eies
               ,
            
             
               And
               melt
               the
               ice
               ,
               and
               make
               the
               frost
               retire
               ?
            
             
               Who
               can
               withstand
               ,
               a
               puissant
               Kings
               desire
               ?
            
             
               The
               stiffest
               stones
               ,
               are
               pierced
               through
               with
               tooles
               ,
            
             
               The
               wisest
               are
               ,
               with
               Princes
               made
               but
               fooles
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               kinde
               had
               wrought
               ,
               my
               forme
               in
               common
               frames
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               me
               forth
               ,
               in
               colours
               blacke
               and
               browne
               ,
            
             
               Or
               beautie
               had
               ,
               beene
               percht
               in
               Phoebus
               flames
               ,
            
             
               Or
               shamefast
               waies
               ,
               had
               pluckt
               my
               fethers
               downe
               ,
            
             
               Then
               had
               I
               kept
               ,
               my
               fame
               and
               good
               renowne
               :
            
             
               For
               natures
               gifts
               ,
               were
               cause
               of
               all
               my
               griefe
               .
            
             
               A
               pleasant
               prey
               ,
               entiseth
               many
               a
               thiefe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               woe
               to
               thee
               ,
               that
               wrought
               my
               peacocks
               pride
               ,
            
             
               By
               clothing
               me
               with
               natures
               tapestry
               :
            
             
               Woe
               worth
               the
               hew
               ,
               wherein
               my
               face
               was
               dide
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               me
               thinke
               ,
               I
               pleased
               euery
               eye
               .
            
             
               Like
               as
               the
               starres
               ,
               make
               men
               behold
               the
               skie
               ,
            
             
               So
               beauties
               shew
               ,
               doth
               make
               the
               wise
               full
               fond
               ,
            
             
               And
               brings
               free
               harts
               ,
               full
               oft
               to
               endlesse
               bond
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               cleare
               from
               blame
               ,
               my
               frends
               can
               not
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               Before
               my
               time
               ,
               my
               youth
               they
               did
               abuse
               :
            
             
               In
               mariage
               ,
               a
               prentise
               was
               I
               bound
               .
            
             
               Then
               that
               meere
               loue
               ,
               I
               knew
               not
               how
               to
               vse
               .
            
             
               But
               wel
               away
               ,
               that
               cannot
               me
               excuse
               ,
            
             
               The
               harme
               is
               mine
               ,
               though
               they
               deuisde
               my
               care
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               must
               smart
               ,
               and
               sit
               in
               slandrous
               snare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               giue
               me
               leaue
               ,
               to
               plead
               my
               cause
               at
               large
               :
            
             
               If
               that
               the
               horse
               ,
               do
               run
               beyond
               his
               race
               ,
            
             
               Or
               any
               thing
               that
               keepers
               haue
               in
               charge
               ,
            
             
               Do
               breake
               their
               course
               ,
               where
               Rulers
               may
               take
               place
               :
            
             
               Or
               meat
               be
               set
               ,
               before
               the
               hungries
               face
               ,
            
             
               Who
               is
               in
               fault
               ?
               th'
               offender
               yea
               or
               no
               ,
            
             
               Or
               they
               that
               are
               ,
               the
               cause
               of
               all
               this
               wo.
               
            
          
           
             
               Note
               well
               what
               strife
               ,
               this
               forced
               mariage
               makes
               ,
            
             
               What
               lothed
               liues
               ,
               do
               come
               where
               loue
               doth
               lacke
               ,
            
             
               What
               scratching
               breers
               ,
               do
               grow
               vpon
               such
               brakes
               ,
            
             
               What
               common
               weales
               ,
               by
               it
               are
               brought
               to
               wracke
               ,
            
             
               What
               heauie
               loade
               ,
               is
               put
               on
               patients
               backe
               ,
            
             
               What
               strange
               delights
               ,
               this
               branch
               of
               vice
               doth
               breed
               ,
            
             
               And
               marke
               what
               graine
               ,
               springs
               out
               of
               such
               a
               seed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Compell
               the
               hauke
               ,
               to
               sit
               that
               is
               vnman'd
               ,
            
             
               Or
               make
               the
               hound
               ,
               vntaught
               to
               draw
               the
               Deere
               ,
            
             
               Or
               bring
               the
               free
               ,
               against
               his
               will
               in
               band
               ,
            
             
               Or
               moue
               the
               sad
               ,
               a
               pleasant
               tale
               to
               heere
               ,
            
             
               Your
               time
               is
               lost
               ,
               and
               you
               no
               whit
               the
               neere
               :
            
             
               So
               loue
               ne
               learnes
               ,
               of
               force
               the
               knot
               to
               knit
               ,
            
             
               She
               serues
               but
               those
               ,
               that
               feele
               sweet
               fancies
               fit
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               lesse
               defame
               ,
               redounds
               to
               my
               dispraise
               ,
            
             
               I
               was
               entist
               ,
               by
               traines
               ,
               and
               trapt
               by
               trust
               :
            
             
               Though
               in
               my
               powre
               ,
               remained
               yeas
               and
               nayes
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               my
               friends
               ,
               yet
               needs
               consent
               I
               must
               ,
            
             
               In
               euery
               thing
               ,
               yea
               lawfull
               or
               vniust
               .
            
             
               They
               brake
               the
               boughes
               ,
               and
               shakte
               the
               tree
               by
               sleight
               ,
            
             
               And
               bent
               the
               wand
               ,
               that
               might
               haue
               growne
               full
               streight
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               helpe
               in
               this
               ,
               the
               pale
               thus
               broken
               downe
               ,
            
             
               The
               Deere
               must
               needs
               ,
               in
               danger
               run
               astray
               :
            
             
               At
               me
               therefore
               ,
               why
               should
               the
               world
               so
               frowne
               ?
            
             
               My
               weaknesse
               made
               ,
               my
               youth
               a
               Princes
               pray
               .
            
             
               Though
               wisdome
               should
               ,
               the
               course
               of
               nature
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               trie
               my
               case
               ,
               who
               list
               ,
               and
               they
               shall
               proue
               ,
            
             
               The
               ripest
               wits
               ,
               are
               soonest
               thralles
               to
               loue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               need
               I
               more
               ,
               to
               cleare
               my selfe
               so
               much
               ?
            
             
               A
               King
               me
               wan
               ,
               and
               had
               me
               at
               his
               call
               ,
            
             
               His
               royall
               state
               ,
               his
               princely
               grace
               was
               such
               ,
            
             
               The
               hope
               of
               will
               ,
               that
               women
               seeke
               for
               all
               ,
            
             
               The
               ease
               and
               wealth
               ,
               the
               gifts
               which
               were
               not
               small
               ,
            
             
               Besieged
               me
               ,
               so
               strongly
               round
               about
               ,
            
             
               My
               powre
               was
               weake
               ,
               I
               could
               not
               hold
               him
               out
               .
            
          
           
             
               Duke
               Hannibal
               ,
               in
               all
               his
               conquest
               great
               ,
            
             
               Or
               Caesar
               yet
               ,
               whose
               triumphs
               did
               exceed
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               their
               spoiles
               ,
               which
               made
               them
               toile
               and
               sweat
               ,
            
             
               Were
               not
               so
               glad
               ,
               to
               haue
               so
               rich
               a
               meed
               ,
            
             
               As
               was
               this
               Prince
               ,
               when
               I
               to
               him
               agreed
               ,
            
             
               And
               yeelded
               me
               ,
               a
               prisner
               willingly
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               that
               knew
               ,
               no
               way
               away
               to
               flie
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Nightingale
               ,
               for
               all
               his
               merry
               voyce
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               the
               Larke
               ,
               that
               still
               delights
               to
               sing
               ,
            
             
               Did
               neuer
               make
               ,
               the
               hearers
               so
               reioyce
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               with
               words
               ,
               haue
               made
               this
               worthie
               King
               :
            
             
               I
               neuer
               iar'd
               ,
               in
               tune
               was
               euery
               string
               ,
            
             
               I
               tempred
               so
               ,
               my
               tongue
               to
               please
               his
               eare
               ,
            
             
               That
               what
               I
               said
               ,
               was
               currant
               euery
               where
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               ioyn'd
               my
               talke
               ,
               my
               gestures
               and
               my
               grace
               ,
            
             
               In
               wittie
               frames
               ,
               that
               long
               might
               last
               and
               stand
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               I
               brought
               ,
               the
               King
               in
               such
               a
               case
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               his
               death
               ,
               I
               was
               his
               chiefest
               hand
               .
            
             
               I
               gouern'd
               him
               ,
               that
               ruled
               all
               this
               Land
               :
            
             
               I
               bare
               the
               sword
               ,
               though
               he
               did
               weare
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               I
               strake
               the
               stroke
               ,
               that
               threw
               the
               mightie
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               iustice
               said
               ,
               that
               iudgement
               was
               but
               death
               ,
            
             
               With
               my
               sweete
               words
               ,
               I
               could
               the
               King
               perswade
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               him
               pause
               ,
               and
               take
               therein
               a
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Till
               I
               with
               suite
               ,
               the
               faultors
               peace
               had
               made
               :
            
             
               I
               knew
               what
               way
               ,
               to
               vse
               him
               in
               his
               trade
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               the
               art
               ,
               to
               make
               the
               Lion
               meeke
               ,
            
             
               There
               was
               no
               point
               ,
               wherein
               I
               was
               to
               seeke
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               If
               I
               did
               frowne
               ,
               who
               then
               did
               looke
               a
               wrie
               ?
            
             
               If
               I
               did
               smile
               ,
               who
               would
               not
               laugh
               outright
               ?
            
             
               If
               I
               but
               speake
               ,
               who
               durst
               my
               words
               denie
               ?
            
             
               If
               I
               pursude
               ,
               who
               would
               forsake
               the
               flight
               ?
            
             
               I
               meane
               ,
               my
               powre
               ,
               was
               knowne
               to
               euery
               wight
               .
            
             
               On
               such
               a
               height
               ,
               good
               hap
               had
               built
               my
               bowre
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               my
               sweete
               ,
               should
               nere
               haue
               turnd
               to
               sowre
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               husband
               then
               ,
               as
               one
               that
               knew
               his
               good
               ,
            
             
               Refusde
               to
               keepe
               ,
               a
               Princes
               Concubine
               ,
            
             
               Forseeing
               th'
               end
               ,
               and
               mischiefe
               as
               it
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               King
               did
               neuer
               much
               repine
               :
            
             
               He
               saw
               the
               grape
               ,
               whereof
               hee
               dranke
               the
               wine
               .
            
             
               Though
               inward
               thought
               ,
               his
               heart
               did
               still
               torment
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               outwardly
               ,
               he
               seemd
               he
               was
               content
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               purchase
               praise
               ,
               and
               win
               the
               peoples
               zeale
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               rather
               bent
               ,
               of
               kinde
               to
               do
               some
               good
               ,
            
             
               I
               euer
               did
               ,
               vphold
               the
               common
               weale
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               delight
               ,
               to
               saue
               the
               guiltlesse
               blood
               :
            
             
               Each
               suters
               cause
               ,
               when
               that
               I
               vnderstood
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               prefer
               ,
               as
               it
               had
               bene
               mine
               owne
               ,
            
             
               And
               help
               them
               vp
               ,
               that
               might
               haue
               been
               orethrowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               powre
               was
               prest
               ,
               to
               right
               the
               poore
               mans
               wrong
               ,
            
             
               My
               hands
               were
               free
               ,
               to
               giue
               where
               need
               required
               :
            
             
               To
               watch
               for
               grace
               ,
               I
               neuer
               thought
               it
               long
               ,
            
             
               To
               do
               men
               good
               ,
               I
               need
               not
               bee
               desired
               .
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               with
               gifts
               ,
               my
               heart
               was
               neuer
               hired
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               the
               ball
               ,
               was
               at
               my
               foote
               to
               guide
               ,
            
             
               I
               plaid
               to
               those
               ,
               that
               Fortune
               did
               abide
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               want
               was
               wealth
               ,
               my
               woe
               was
               ease
               at
               will
               ,
            
             
               Ny
               robes
               were
               rich
               ,
               and
               brauer
               then
               the
               sunne
               :
            
             
               My
               Fortune
               then
               ,
               was
               far
               aboue
               my
               skill
               ,
            
             
               My
               state
               was
               great
               ,
               my
               glasse
               did
               euer
               runne
               .
            
             
               My
               fatall
               threed
               ,
               so
               happely
               was
               spunne
               ,
            
             
               That
               then
               I
               sate
               ,
               in
               earthly
               pleasures
               clad
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               time
               ,
               a
               Goddesse
               place
               I
               had
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               I
               had
               not
               ,
               so
               soone
               this
               life
               possest
               ,
            
             
               But
               my
               good
               hap
               ,
               began
               to
               slip
               aside
               :
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               then
               ,
               did
               me
               so
               sore
               molest
               ,
            
             
               That
               vnto
               plaints
               ,
               was
               turned
               all
               my
               pride
               .
            
             
               It
               booted
               not
               ,
               to
               row
               against
               the
               tide
               :
            
             
               Mine
               oares
               were
               weake
               ,
               my
               heart
               and
               strength
               did
               saile
               ,
            
             
               The
               winde
               was
               rough
               ,
               I
               durst
               not
               beare
               a
               saile
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               steps
               of
               strife
               ,
               belong
               to
               high
               estate
               ?
            
             
               The
               climing
               vp
               ,
               is
               doubtfull
               to
               endure
               ,
            
             
               The
               seat
               it selfe
               ,
               doth
               purchase
               priuie
               hate
               ,
            
             
               And
               honors
               fame
               ,
               is
               fickle
               and
               vnsure
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               she
               brings
               ,
               is
               flowres
               that
               be
               vnpure
               :
            
             
               Which
               fall
               as
               fast
               ,
               as
               they
               do
               sprout
               and
               spring
               ,
            
             
               And
               cannot
               last
               ,
               they
               are
               so
               vaine
               a
               thing
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               count
               no
               care
               ,
               to
               catch
               that
               we
               do
               wish
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               we
               win
               is
               long
               to
               vs
               vnknowen
               :
            
             
               Till
               present
               paine
               ,
               be
               serued
               in
               our
               dish
               ,
            
             
               We
               scarce
               perceiue
               ,
               whereon
               our
               griefe
               hath
               growen
               :
            
             
               What
               graine
               proues
               well
               ,
               that
               is
               so
               rashly
               sowen
               ?
            
             
               If
               that
               a
               meane
               ,
               did
               measure
               all
               our
               deeds
               ,
            
             
               In
               steed
               of
               corne
               ,
               we
               should
               not
               gather
               weeds
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               setled
               mind
               ,
               is
               free
               from
               Fortunes
               power
               ,
            
             
               They
               need
               not
               feare
               ,
               who
               looke
               not
               vp
               aloft
               :
            
             
               But
               they
               that
               climbe
               ,
               are
               carefull
               euery
               hower
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               they
               fall
               ,
               they
               light
               not
               very
               soft
               .
            
             
               Examples
               haue
               ,
               the
               wisest
               warned
               oft
               ,
            
             
               That
               where
               the
               trees
               ,
               the
               smallest
               branches
               bere
               ,
            
             
               The
               stormes
               do
               blow
               ,
               and
               haue
               most
               rigour
               there
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               is
               it
               strong
               ,
               but
               neere
               the
               ground
               and
               roote
               ?
            
             
               Where
               is
               it
               weake
               ,
               but
               on
               the
               highest
               sprayes
               ?
            
             
               Where
               may
               a
               man
               ,
               so
               surely
               set
               his
               foote
               ,
            
             
               But
               on
               those
               bowes
               ,
               that
               groweth
               low
               alwayes
               ?
            
             
               The
               little
               twigs
               ,
               are
               but
               vnstedfast
               stayes
               ,
            
             
               If
               they
               breake
               not
               ,
               they
               bend
               with
               euery
               blast
               ,
            
             
               Who
               trusts
               to
               them
               ,
               shall
               neuer
               stand
               full
               fast
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               winde
               is
               great
               ,
               vpon
               the
               highest
               hilles
               ,
            
             
               The
               quiet
               life
               ,
               is
               in
               the
               dale
               below
               :
            
             
               Who
               treads
               on
               ice
               ,
               shall
               slide
               against
               their
               willes
               ,
            
             
               They
               want
               not
               cares
               ,
               that
               curious
               arts
               would
               know
               .
            
             
               VVho
               liues
               at
               ease
               ,
               and
               can
               content
               him
               so
               ,
            
             
               Is
               perfect
               wise
               ,
               and
               sets
               vs
               all
               to
               schoole
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               hates
               this
               lore
               ,
               may
               well
               be
               call'd
               a
               foole
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhat
               greater
               griefe
               ,
               may
               come
               to
               any
               life
               ,
            
             
               Then
               after
               sweete
               ,
               to
               taste
               the
               bitter
               sowre
               ?
            
             
               Or
               after
               peace
               ,
               to
               fall
               at
               warre
               and
               strife
               ,
            
             
               Or
               after
               mirth
               ,
               to
               haue
               a
               cause
               to
               lowre
               ?
            
             
               Vnder
               such
               props
               ,
               false
               Fortune
               builds
               her
               bowre
               ,
            
             
               On
               sudden
               change
               ,
               her
               flittering
               frames
               be
               set
               ,
            
             
               Where
               is
               no
               way
               ,
               for
               to
               escape
               the
               net
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               hastie
               smart
               ,
               that
               Fortune
               sends
               in
               spite
               ,
            
             
               Is
               hard
               to
               brooke
               ,
               where
               gladnesse
               we
               embrace
               :
            
             
               She
               threatens
               not
               ,
               but
               suddenly
               doth
               smite
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ioy
               is
               most
               ,
               there
               doth
               she
               sorow
               place
               .
            
             
               But
               sure
               I
               thinke
               ,
               this
               is
               too
               strange
               a
               case
               ,
            
             
               For
               vs
               to
               feele
               ,
               such
               griefe
               amid
               our
               game
               ,
            
             
               And
               know
               not
               why
               ,
               vntill
               we
               taste
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               erst
               I
               said
               ,
               my
               blisse
               was
               turn'd
               to
               bale
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               good
               cause
               ,
               to
               weepe
               and
               wring
               my
               hands
               ,
            
             
               And
               shew
               sad
               cheare
               ,
               with
               countenance
               full
               pale
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               was
               brought
               ,
               in
               sorowes
               wofull
               bands
               .
            
             
               A
               pirrie
               came
               ,
               and
               set
               my
               ship
               on
               sands
               .
            
             
               What
               should
               I
               hide
               ,
               or
               colour
               care
               and
               noy
               ?
            
             
               King
               Edward
               di'd
               ,
               in
               whom
               was
               all
               my
               ioy
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               the
               earth
               ,
               receiued
               had
               his
               corse
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               in
               tombe
               ,
               this
               worthie
               Prince
               was
               laid
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               on
               me
               ,
               began
               to
               shew
               his
               force
               ,
            
             
               Of
               troubles
               then
               ,
               my
               part
               I
               long
               assai'd
               :
            
             
               For
               they
               of
               whom
               ,
               I
               neuer
               was
               afrai'd
               ,
            
             
               Vndid
               me
               most
               ,
               and
               wrought
               me
               such
               despite
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               berest
               ,
               me
               from
               my
               pleasure
               quite
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               As
               long
               as
               life
               ,
               remain'd
               in
               Edwards
               brest
               ,
            
             
               Who
               was
               but
               I
               ?
               who
               had
               such
               friends
               at
               call
               ?
            
             
               His
               bodie
               was
               ,
               no
               sooner
               put
               in
               chest
               ,
            
             
               But
               well
               was
               he
               ,
               that
               could
               procure
               my
               fall
               :
            
             
               His
               brother
               was
               ,
               mine
               enmie
               most
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Protector
               then
               ,
               whose
               vice
               did
               still
               abound
               ,
            
             
               From
               ill
               to
               worse
               ,
               till
               death
               did
               him
               confound
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               falsely
               fain'd
               ,
               that
               I
               of
               counsell
               was
               ,
            
             
               To
               poison
               him
               ,
               which
               thing
               I
               neuer
               ment
               :
            
             
               But
               he
               could
               set
               ,
               thereon
               a
               face
               of
               brasse
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               to
               passe
               ,
               his
               leaud
               and
               false
               intent
               .
            
             
               To
               such
               mischiefe
               ,
               this
               tyrants
               heart
               was
               bent
               ,
            
             
               To
               God
               ,
               ne
               man
               ,
               he
               neuer
               stood
               in
               awe
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               his
               wrath
               ,
               he
               made
               his
               will
               a
               law
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               Hastings
               blood
               ,
               for
               vengeance
               on
               him
               cries
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               moe
               ,
               that
               were
               too
               long
               to
               name
               :
            
             
               But
               most
               of
               all
               ;
               and
               in
               most
               wofull
               wise
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               good
               cause
               ,
               this
               wretched
               man
               to
               blame
               ,
            
             
               Before
               the
               world
               ,
               I
               suffred
               open
               shame
               ,
            
             
               Where
               people
               were
               ,
               as
               thick
               as
               is
               the
               sand
               ,
            
             
               I
               penance
               tooke
               ,
               with
               taper
               in
               my
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Each
               eye
               did
               stare
               ,
               and
               looke
               me
               in
               the
               face
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               past
               by
               ,
               the
               rumours
               on
               me
               ran
               ,
            
             
               But
               patience
               then
               ,
               had
               lent
               me
               such
               a
               grace
               ,
            
             
               My
               quiet
               lookes
               ,
               were
               prais'd
               of
               euery
               man
               :
            
             
               The
               shamefast
               blood
               ,
               brought
               me
               such
               colour
               than
               ,
            
             
               That
               thousands
               said
               ,
               which
               saw
               my
               sober
               cheere
               ,
            
             
               It
               is
               great
               ruth
               ,
               to
               see
               this
               woman
               heere
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               preuail'd
               ,
               the
               peoples
               pitie
               there
               ?
            
             
               This
               raging
               wolfe
               ,
               would
               spare
               no
               guiltlesse
               blood
               .
            
             
               Oh
               wicked
               wombe
               ,
               that
               such
               ill
               fruit
               did
               beare
               ,
            
             
               Oh
               cursed
               earth
               ,
               that
               yeeldeth
               forth
               such
               mud
               :
            
             
               The
               hell
               consume
               ,
               all
               things
               that
               did
               thee
               good
               ,
            
             
               The
               heauens
               shut
               ,
               their
               gates
               against
               thy
               spreete
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               tread
               downe
               ,
               thy
               glorie
               vnder
               feete
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I
               aske
               of
               God
               ,
               a
               vengeance
               on
               thy
               bones
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               stinking
               corps
               ,
               corrupts
               the
               aire
               I
               know
               :
            
             
               Thy
               shamefull
               death
               ,
               no
               earthly
               wight
               bemones
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               thy
               life
               ,
               thy
               workes
               were
               hated
               so
               ,
            
             
               That
               euery
               man
               ,
               did
               wish
               thy
               ouerthro
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               I
               may
               ,
               though
               partiall
               now
               I
               am
               ,
            
             
               Curse
               euery
               cause
               ,
               whereof
               thy
               bodie
               came
               .
            
          
           
             
               Woe
               worth
               the
               man
               ,
               that
               fathered
               such
               a
               child
               ,
            
             
               Woe
               worth
               the
               houre
               ,
               wherein
               thou
               wast
               begate
               :
            
             
               Woe
               worth
               the
               brests
               ,
               that
               haue
               the
               world
               beguil'd
               ,
            
             
               To
               nourish
               thee
               ,
               that
               all
               the
               world
               did
               hate
               .
            
             
               Woe
               worth
               the
               gods
               ,
               that
               gaue
               thee
               such
               a
               fate
               ,
            
             
               To
               liue
               so
               long
               ,
               that
               death
               deseru'd
               so
               oft
               .
            
             
               Woe
               worth
               the
               chance
               ,
               that
               set
               thee
               vp
               aloft
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yee
               Princes
               all
               ,
               and
               Rulers
               euery
               chone
               ,
            
             
               In
               punishment
               ,
               beware
               of
               hatreds
               ire
               .
            
             
               Before
               yee
               scourge
               ,
               take
               heed
               ,
               looke
               well
               thereon
               :
            
             
               In
               wroths
               ill
               will
               ,
               if
               malice
               kindle
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Your
               hearts
               will
               burne
               ,
               in
               such
               a
               hot
               desire
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               those
               flames
               ,
               the
               smoke
               shall
               dim
               your
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Yee
               shall
               forget
               ,
               to
               ioyne
               your
               iustice
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               should
               not
               iudge
               ,
               till
               things
               be
               well
               discerned
               ,
            
             
               Your
               charge
               is
               still
               ,
               to
               maintaine
               vpright
               lawes
               :
            
             
               In
               conscience
               rules
               ,
               ye
               should
               be
               throughly
               learned
               ,
            
             
               Where
               clemencie
               ,
               bids
               wrath
               and
               rashnes
               pause
               ,
            
             
               And
               further
               saith
               ,
               strike
               not
               without
               a
               cause
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               ye
               smite
               ,
               do
               it
               for
               iustice
               sake
               ,
            
             
               Then
               in
               good
               part
               ,
               each
               man
               your
               scourge
               wil
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               that
               such
               zeale
               ,
               had
               mou'd
               this
               tyrants
               mind
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               my
               plague
               ,
               a
               warrant
               for
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               small
               cause
               ,
               such
               fault
               in
               him
               to
               find
               ,
            
             
               Such
               punishment
               ,
               is
               vsed
               for
               the
               best
               :
            
             
               But
               by
               ill
               will
               ,
               and
               powre
               I
               was
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               He
               spoil'd
               my
               goods
               ,
               and
               left
               me
               bare
               and
               poore
               ,
            
             
               And
               caused
               me
               ,
               to
               beg
               from
               dore
               to
               doore
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               What
               fall
               was
               this
               ,
               to
               come
               from
               Princes
               fare
               ,
            
             
               To
               watch
               for
               crums
               ,
               among
               the
               blind
               and
               lame
               ?
            
             
               When
               almes
               were
               delt
               ,
               I
               had
               an
               hungrie
               share
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               knew
               not
               ,
               how
               to
               aske
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               Till
               force
               and
               need
               ,
               had
               brought
               me
               in
               such
               frame
               ,
            
             
               That
               starue
               I
               must
               ,
               or
               learne
               to
               beg
               an
               almes
               ,
            
             
               With
               booke
               in
               hand
               ,
               to
               say
               S.
               Dauids
               Psalmes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               I
               was
               wont
               ,
               the
               golden
               chaines
               to
               weare
               ,
            
             
               A
               paire
               of
               beads
               ,
               about
               my
               necke
               was
               wound
               ,
            
             
               A
               linnen
               cloth
               ,
               was
               lapt
               about
               my
               heare
               ,
            
             
               A
               ragged
               gowne
               ,
               that
               trayled
               on
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               A
               dish
               that
               clapt
               ,
               and
               gaue
               a
               heauie
               sound
               ,
            
             
               A
               staying
               staffe
               ,
               and
               wallet
               therewithall
               ,
            
             
               I
               bare
               about
               ,
               as
               witnesse
               of
               my
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               had
               no
               house
               ,
               wherein
               to
               hide
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               The
               open
               streete
               ,
               my
               lodging
               was
               perforce
               :
            
             
               Full
               oft
               I
               went
               ,
               all
               hungrie
               to
               my
               bed
               ,
            
             
               My
               flesh
               consum'd
               ,
               I
               looked
               like
               a
               corse
               .
            
             
               Yet
               in
               that
               plight
               ,
               who
               had
               on
               me
               remorse
               ?
            
             
               O
               God
               thou
               know'st
               ,
               my
               friends
               forsooke
               me
               then
               ,
            
             
               Not
               one
               holpe
               me
               ,
               that
               succred
               many
               a
               man.
               
            
          
           
             
               They
               froun'd
               on
               me
               ,
               that
               faun'd
               on
               me
               before
               ,
            
             
               And
               fled
               from
               me
               ,
               that
               followed
               me
               full
               fast
               :
            
             
               They
               hated
               me
               ,
               by
               whom
               I
               set
               much
               store
               ,
            
             
               They
               knew
               full
               well
               ,
               my
               fortune
               did
               not
               last
               .
            
             
               In
               euery
               place
               ,
               I
               was
               condemn'd
               and
               cast
               ,
            
             
               To
               pleade
               my
               cause
               ,
               at
               barre
               it
               was
               no
               boote
               ,
            
             
               For
               euery
               man
               ,
               did
               tread
               me
               vnder
               foote
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               long
               I
               liu'd
               ,
               all
               wearie
               of
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               Till
               death
               approcht
               ,
               and
               rid
               me
               from
               that
               woe
               :
            
             
               Example
               take
               ,
               by
               me
               ,
               both
               maid
               and
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               ,
               take
               heed
               ,
               fall
               not
               to
               follie
               so
               .
            
             
               A
               mirour
               make
               ,
               by
               my
               great
               ouerthro
               ,
            
             
               Defie
               the
               world
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               wanton
               waies
               ,
            
             
               Beware
               by
               me
               ,
               that
               spent
               so
               ill
               her
               daies
               .
            
          
           
             Tho.
             Churchyard
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             HOW
             THOMAS
             WOLSEY
             DID
             ARISE
             VNTO
             GREAT
             authoritie
             and
             gouernment
             ,
             his
             manner
             of
             life
             ,
             pompe
             and
             dignitie
             ,
             and
             how
             he
             fell
             downe
             into
             
               great
               disgrace
               ,
               and
               was
               arrested
               of
               high
               treason
               .
               Anno
               ,
            
             1530.
             
          
           
             
               SHall
               I
               looke
               on
               ,
               when
               States
               step
               on
               the
               stage
               ,
            
             
               And
               play
               their
               parts
               before
               the
               peoples
               face
               ?
            
             
               Some
               men
               liue
               now
               ,
               scarce
               fourescore
               yeares
               of
               age
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               time
               past
               ,
               did
               know
               the
               Cardnals
               Grace
               .
            
             
               A
               gamesome
               world
               ,
               when
               Bishops
               run
               at
               bace
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               get
               a
               fall
               ,
               in
               striuing
               for
               the
               gole
               ,
            
             
               And
               bodie
               lose
               ,
               and
               hazard
               silly
               sole
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ambitious
               mind
               ,
               a
               world
               of
               wealth
               would
               haue
               ,
            
             
               So
               scrats
               and
               scrapes
               ,
               for
               scorfe
               and
               scornie
               drosse
               :
            
             
               And
               till
               the
               flesh
               and
               bones
               be
               hid
               in
               graue
               ,
            
             
               Wit
               neuer
               rests
               ,
               to
               grope
               for
               mucke
               and
               mosse
               .
            
             
               Fie
               on
               proud
               pompe
               ,
               and
               gilded
               bridles
               bosse
               :
            
             
               O
               glorious
               gold
               ,
               the
               gaping
               after
               thee
               ,
            
             
               So
               blinds
               mine
               eyes
               ,
               they
               can
               no
               danger
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               note
               my
               birth
               ,
               and
               marke
               how
               I
               began
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               from
               whence
               ,
               rose
               all
               this
               pride
               of
               mine
               ,
            
             
               My
               father
               but
               ,
               a
               plaine
               poore
               honest
               man
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               his
               sonne
               ,
               of
               wit
               and
               iudgement
               fine
               ,
            
             
               Brought
               vp
               at
               schoole
               ,
               and
               prou'd
               a
               good
               Diuine
               :
            
             
               For
               which
               great
               gifts
               ,
               degree
               of
               schoole
               I
               had
               ,
            
             
               And
               Batchler
               was
               ,
               and
               I
               a
               little
               lad
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               ,
               tasting
               some
               ,
               of
               Fortunes
               sweete
               concaits
               ,
            
             
               I
               clapt
               the
               hood
               ,
               on
               shoulder
               ,
               braue
               as
               Son
               ,
            
             
               And
               hopte
               at
               length
               ,
               to
               bite
               at
               better
               baits
               ,
            
             
               And
               fill
               my
               mouth
               ,
               ere
               banquet
               halfe
               were
               don
               .
            
             
               Thus
               holding
               on
               ,
               the
               course
               I
               thought
               to
               ron
               :
            
             
               By
               many
               a
               feast
               ,
               my
               belly
               grew
               so
               big
               ,
            
             
               That
               Wolsey
               streight
               ,
               became
               a
               wanton
               twig
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Loe
               what
               it
               is
               ,
               to
               feed
               on
               daintie
               meate
               ,
            
             
               And
               pamper
               vp
               ,
               the
               gorge
               ,
               with
               suger
               plate
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               see
               how
               lads
               ,
               in
               hope
               of
               higher
               seate
            
             
               Rise
               early
               vp
               ,
               and
               studie
               learning
               late
               .
            
             
               But
               he
               thriues
               best
               ,
               that
               hath
               a
               blessed
               fate
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               speeds
               worst
               ,
               that
               world
               will
               nere
               aduance
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               neuer
               knowes
               ,
               what
               meanes
               good
               lucke
               nor
               chance
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               chance
               was
               great
               ,
               for
               from
               a
               poore
               mans
               son
               ,
            
             
               I
               rose
               aloft
               ,
               and
               chopt
               and
               chang'd
               degree
               :
            
             
               In
               Oxford
               first
               ,
               my
               famous
               name
               begon
               ,
            
             
               Where
               many
               a
               day
               the
               scholers
               honor'd
               mee
               .
            
             
               Then
               thought
               I
               how
               ,
               I
               might
               a
               courtier
               bee
               :
            
             
               So
               came
               to
               Court
               ,
               and
               feathred
               there
               my
               wing
               ,
            
             
               With
               Henrie
               th'
               eight
               ,
               who
               was
               a
               worthie
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
               He
               did
               with
               words
               ,
               assay
               me
               once
               or
               twice
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               what
               wit
               ,
               and
               readie
               sprite
               I
               had
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               he
               saw
               ,
               I
               was
               both
               graue
               and
               wise
               ,
            
             
               For
               some
               good
               cause
               ,
               the
               King
               was
               wondrous
               glad
               .
            
             
               Then
               downe
               I
               lookt
               ,
               with
               sober
               countnance
               sad
               ,
            
             
               But
               heart
               was
               vp
               ,
               as
               high
               as
               hope
               could
               go
               ,
            
             
               That
               suttle
               fox
               ,
               might
               win
               some
               fauour
               so
               .
            
          
           
             
               We
               worke
               with
               wiles
               ,
               the
               minds
               of
               men
               like
               wax
               ,
            
             
               The
               fawning
               whelp
               ,
               gets
               many
               a
               piece
               of
               bred
               :
            
             
               We
               follow
               Kings
               ,
               with
               many
               cunning
               knacks
               ,
            
             
               By
               searching
               out
               ,
               how
               are
               their
               humours
               fed
               .
            
             
               He
               haunts
               no
               Court
               ,
               that
               hath
               a
               doltish
               hed
               :
            
             
               For
               as
               in
               gold
               ,
               the
               pretious
               stone
               is
               set
               ,
            
             
               So
               finest
               wits
               ,
               in
               Court
               the
               credit
               get
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               quickly
               learn'd
               to
               kneele
               and
               kisse
               the
               hand
               ,
            
             
               To
               wait
               at
               heele
               ,
               and
               turne
               like
               top
               about
               ,
            
             
               To
               stretch
               out
               necke
               ,
               and
               like
               an
               Image
               stand
               ,
            
             
               To
               taunt
               ,
               to
               scoffe
               ,
               and
               face
               the
               matter
               out
               ,
            
             
               To
               prease
               in
               place
               ,
               among
               the
               greatest
               rout
               :
            
             
               Yet
               like
               a
               Priest
               ,
               my selfe
               did
               well
               behaue
               ,
            
             
               In
               faire
               long
               gowne
               ,
               and
               goodly
               garments
               graue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Where
               Wolsey
               went
               ,
               the
               world
               like
               Beeswould
               swarme
               ,
            
             
               To
               heare
               my
               speech
               ,
               and
               note
               my
               nature
               well
               .
            
             
               I
               could
               with
               tongue
               ,
               vse
               such
               a
               kind
               of
               charme
               ,
            
             
               That
               voice
               full
               cleare
               ,
               should
               sound
               like
               siluer
               bell
               .
            
             
               When
               head
               deuis'd
               ,
               a
               long
               discourse
               to
               tell
               ,
            
             
               With
               stories
               strange
               ,
               my
               speech
               should
               spised
               be
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               the
               world
               ,
               to
               muse
               the
               more
               on
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Each
               tale
               was
               sweet
               ,
               each
               word
               a
               sentence
               waid
               ,
            
             
               Each
               eare
               I
               pleas'd
               ,
               each
               eye
               gaue
               me
               the
               view
               ,
            
             
               Each
               Iudgement
               markt
               ,
               and
               paused
               what
               I
               said
               ,
            
             
               Each
               mind
               I
               fed
               ,
               with
               matter
               rare
               and
               new
               ,
            
             
               Each
               day
               and
               houre
               ,
               my
               grace
               and
               credit
               grew
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               the
               King
               ,
               in
               hearing
               of
               this
               newes
               ,
            
             
               Deuised
               how
               ,
               he
               might
               my
               seruice
               vse
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               made
               me
               then
               ,
               his
               Chaplaine
               ,
               to
               say
               Masse
            
             
               Before
               his
               grace
               ,
               yea
               twice
               or
               thrice
               a
               weeke
               :
            
             
               Now
               had
               I
               time
               ,
               to
               trim
               my selfe
               by
               glasse
               ,
            
             
               Now
               found
               I
               meane
               ,
               some
               liuing
               for
               to
               seeke
               ,
            
             
               Now
               I
               became
               ,
               both
               humble
               ,
               milde
               ,
               and
               meeke
               ,
            
             
               Now
               I
               appli'd
               ,
               my
               wits
               and
               senses
               throw
               ,
            
             
               To
               reape
               some
               corne
               ,
               if
               God
               would
               speed
               the
               plow.
               
            
          
           
             
               Whom
               most
               I
               saw
               ,
               in
               fauour
               with
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               I
               follow'd
               fast
               ,
               to
               get
               some
               hap
               thereby
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               obseru'd
               ,
               another
               finer
               thing
               ,
            
             
               That
               was
               ,
               to
               keepe
               ,
               me
               still
               in
               Princes
               eye
               .
            
             
               As
               vnder
               wing
               ,
               the
               hawke
               in
               winde
               doth
               lie
               ,
            
             
               So
               for
               a
               prey
               ,
               I
               prowled
               heere
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               And
               tried
               friends
               ,
               and
               fortune
               euery
               where
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               at
               length
               ,
               sent
               me
               beyond
               the
               seas
               ,
            
             
               Embastour
               then
               ,
               with
               message
               good
               and
               great
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               that
               time
               ,
               I
               did
               the
               King
               so
               pleas
               ,
            
             
               By
               short
               dispatch
               ,
               and
               wrought
               so
               fine
               a
               feat
               ,
            
             
               That
               did
               aduance
               my selfe
               to
               higher
               seat
               ,
            
             
               The
               Deanrie
               then
               ,
               of
               Lincolne
               he
               me
               gaue
               :
            
             
               And
               bountie
               shew'd
               ,
               before
               I
               gan
               to
               craue
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               His
               Amner
               too
               ,
               he
               made
               me
               all
               in
               haste
               ,
            
             
               And
               threefold
               gifts
               ,
               he
               threw
               vpon
               me
               still
               :
            
             
               His
               counsler
               straight
               ,
               likewaies
               was
               Wolsey
               plaste
               .
            
             
               Thus
               in
               short
               time
               ,
               I
               had
               the
               world
               at
               will
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               passed
               far
               ,
               mans
               reason
               ,
               wit
               ,
               and
               skill
               .
            
             
               O
               hap
               ,
               thou
               hast
               ,
               great
               secrets
               in
               thy
               might
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               long
               lie
               hid
               ,
               from
               wily
               worldlings
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               shewres
               of
               raine
               ,
               fall
               quickly
               on
               the
               grasse
               ,
            
             
               That
               fading
               flowres
               ,
               are
               soone
               refresht
               thereby
               :
            
             
               Or
               as
               with
               Sun
               ,
               the
               morning
               dew
               doth
               passe
               ,
            
             
               And
               quiet
               calme
               ,
               makes
               cleare
               a
               troubled
               skie
               :
            
             
               So
               Princes
               powre
               ,
               at
               twinkling
               of
               an
               eye
            
             
               Sets
               vp
               aloft
               ,
               a
               fau'ret
               on
               the
               wheele
               ,
            
             
               When
               giddy
               braines
               ,
               about
               the
               streets
               doe
               reele
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               are
               but
               blind
               ,
               that
               wake
               where
               Fortune
               sleepes
               ,
            
             
               They
               work
               in
               vaine
               ,
               that
               striue
               with
               streame
               and
               tide
               :
            
             
               In
               double
               gard
               ,
               they
               dwell
               ,
               that
               destny
               keepes
               ,
            
             
               In
               simple
               sort
               ,
               they
               liue
               that
               lacke
               a
               guide
               :
            
             
               They
               misse
               the
               marke
               ,
               that
               shoot
               their
               arrowes
               wide
               ,
            
             
               They
               hit
               the
               pricke
               ,
               that
               make
               their
               flight
               to
               glance
            
             
               So
               neere
               the
               white
               ,
               that
               shaft
               may
               light
               on
               chance
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               was
               my
               lucke
               ,
               I
               shot
               no
               shaft
               in
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               My
               bow
               stood
               bent
               ,
               and
               brased
               all
               the
               yeere
               :
            
             
               I
               waited
               hard
               ,
               but
               neuer
               lost
               my
               paine
               :
            
             
               Such
               wealth
               came
               in
               ,
               to
               beare
               the
               charges
               cleere
               .
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               end
               ,
               I
               was
               the
               greatest
               peere
            
             
               Among
               them
               all
               ,
               for
               I
               so
               rulde
               the
               land
               ,
            
             
               By
               Kings
               consent
               ,
               that
               all
               was
               in
               my
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Within
               on
               yeare
               ,
               three
               Bishoprickes
               I
               had
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               small
               space
               ,
               a
               Cardnall
               I
               was
               made
               :
            
             
               With
               long
               red
               robes
               ,
               rich
               Wolsey
               then
               was
               clad
               ,
            
             
               I
               walkt
               in
               Sun
               ,
               when
               others
               sate
               in
               shade
               :
            
             
               I
               went
               abroad
               ,
               with
               such
               a
               traine
               and
               trade
               ,
            
             
               With
               crosses
               borne
               ,
               before
               me
               where
               I
               past
               ,
            
             
               That
               man
               was
               thought
               ,
               to
               be
               some
               God
               at
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               sonnes
               of
               Earles
               ,
               and
               Lords
               I
               serued
               was
               ,
            
             
               An
               hundred
               chaines
               ,
               at
               least
               were
               in
               my
               traine
               :
            
             
               I
               daile
               dranke
               in
               gold
               ,
               but
               not
               in
               glas
               ,
            
             
               My
               bread
               mas
               made
               ,
               of
               finest
               flowre
               and
               graine
               :
            
             
               My
               dainty
               mouth
               ,
               did
               common
               meates
               disdaine
               ,
            
             
               I
               fed
               like
               Prince
               ,
               on
               fowles
               most
               deare
               and
               strange
               ,
            
             
               And
               bankets
               made
               ,
               of
               fine
               conceits
               for
               change
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               hall
               was
               full
               ,
               of
               Knights
               ,
               and
               Squires
               of
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               gentlemen
               ,
               two
               hundred
               told
               by
               pole
               :
            
             
               Tale
               yeomen
               too
               ,
               did
               hourely
               serue
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               names
               each
               weeke
               ,
               I
               saw
               within
               check
               role
               ,
            
             
               All
               went
               to
               church
               ,
               when
               seruice
               bell
               did
               knole
               ,
            
             
               All
               dinde
               and
               supt
               and
               slept
               ,
               at
               Cardnals
               charge
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               would
               wait
               ,
               when
               Wolsey
               tooke
               his
               barge
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               household
               stuffe
               ,
               my
               wealth
               and
               siluer
               plate
               ,
            
             
               Might
               well
               suffice
               ,
               a
               Monarke
               at
               this
               day
               :
            
             
               I
               neuer
               fed
               ,
               but
               vnder
               cloth
               of
               state
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               walkt
               abroad
               ,
               till
               Vshars
               cleard
               the
               way
               .
            
             
               In
               house
               I
               had
               ,
               musitions
               for
               to
               play
               ,
            
             
               In
               open
               streete
               ,
               my
               trumpets
               loud
               did
               sound
               ,
            
             
               Which
               pearst
               the
               skies
               ,
               and
               seem'd
               to
               shake
               the
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               men
               most
               braue
               ,
               marcht
               two
               and
               two
               in
               ranke
               ,
            
             
               Who
               held
               in
               length
               ,
               much
               more
               then
               halfe
               a
               mile
               :
            
             
               Not
               one
               of
               these
               ,
               but
               gaue
               his
               master
               thanke
               ,
            
             
               For
               some
               good
               turne
               ,
               or
               pleasure
               got
               some
               while
               .
            
             
               I
               did
               not
               feed
               ,
               my
               seruants
               with
               a
               smile
               ,
            
             
               Or
               glosing
               words
               ,
               that
               neuer
               bring
               forth
               fruite
               ,
            
             
               But
               gaue
               them
               gold
               ,
               or
               els
               preferd
               their
               suite
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               surety
               so
               whiles
               God
               was
               pleasd
               ,
               I
               stood
               ,
            
             
               I
               knew
               I
               must
               ,
               leaue
               all
               my
               wealth
               behinde
               :
            
             
               I
               saw
               they
               lou'd
               ,
               me
               not
               for
               birth
               or
               blood
               ,
            
             
               But
               seru'd
               a
               space
               ,
               to
               try
               my
               noble
               minde
               .
            
             
               The
               more
               men
               giue
               ,
               the
               more
               indeed
               they
               finde
            
             
               Of
               loue
               ,
               and
               troth
               ,
               and
               seruice
               ,
               euery
               way
               :
            
             
               The
               more
               they
               spare
               ,
               the
               more
               doth
               loue
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Iioide
               to
               see
               ,
               my
               seruants
               thriue
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               go
               so
               gay
               ,
               with
               little
               that
               they
               got
               :
            
             
               For
               as
               I
               did
               in
               honour
               still
               excell
               ,
            
             
               So
               would
               I
               oft
               ,
               the
               want
               of
               seruants
               note
               :
            
             
               Which
               made
               my
               men
               ,
               on
               master
               so
               to
               dote
               ,
            
             
               That
               when
               I
               said
               ,
               let
               such
               a
               thing
               be
               done
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               indeed
               ,
               through
               fire
               and
               water
               ronne
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               had
               in
               house
               ,
               so
               many
               off'cers
               still
               ,
            
             
               Which
               were
               obaid
               ,
               and
               honourd
               for
               their
               place
               ,
            
             
               That
               carelesse
               I
               ,
               might
               sleepe
               or
               walke
               at
               will
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               that
               sometime
               ,
               I
               weigh'd
               a
               poore
               mans
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               salu'd
               such
               sores
               ,
               whose
               griefe
               might
               breed
               disgrace
               .
            
             
               Thus
               men
               did
               wait
               ,
               and
               wicked
               world
               did
               gaze
               ,
            
             
               On
               me
               and
               them
               ,
               that
               brought
               vs
               all
               in
               maze
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               world
               was
               whist
               ,
               and
               durst
               not
               speake
               a
               word
            
             
               Of
               that
               they
               saw
               ,
               my
               credit
               curbd
               them
               so
               :
            
             
               I
               waded
               far
               ,
               and
               passed
               ore
               the
               foord
               ,
            
             
               And
               minded
               not
               ,
               for
               to
               returne
               I
               troe
               .
            
             
               The
               world
               was
               wise
               ,
               yet
               scarce
               it selfe
               did
               knoe
               ,
            
             
               When
               wonder
               made
               ,
               of
               men
               that
               rose
               by
               hap
               :
            
             
               For
               Fortune
               rare
               ,
               fals
               not
               in
               each
               mans
               lap
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               clim'd
               the
               clouds
               ,
               by
               knowledge
               and
               good
               wit
               ,
            
             
               My
               men
               sought
               chance
               ,
               by
               seruice
               or
               good
               lucke
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               walkt
               low
               ,
               when
               I
               aboue
               did
               sit
               ,
            
             
               Or
               downe
               did
               come
               ,
               to
               trample
               on
               this
               mucke
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               did
               swim
               ,
               as
               dainty
               as
               a
               ducke
               ,
            
             
               When
               water
               serues
               ,
               to
               keepe
               the
               body
               braue
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               enioy
               ,
               the
               gifts
               that
               Fortune
               gaue
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               though
               my
               pompe
               ,
               surpast
               all
               Prelates
               now
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               a
               Prince
               I
               liu'd
               and
               pleasure
               tooke
               :
            
             
               That
               was
               not
               fure
               ,
               so
               great
               a
               blur
               in
               brow
               ,
            
             
               If
               on
               my
               workes
               ,
               indiffrent
               eyes
               doe
               looke
               .
            
             
               I
               thought
               great
               scorne
               ,
               such
               ●●uings
               heere
               to
               brooke
               ,
            
             
               Except
               I
               built
               ,
               some
               houses
               for
               the
               poore
               ,
            
             
               And
               order
               tooke
               ,
               to
               giue
               great
               almes
               at
               doore
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               Colledge
               faire
               ,
               in
               Oxford
               I
               did
               make
               ,
            
             
               A
               sumptuous
               house
               ,
               a
               stately
               work
               indeede
               .
            
             
               I
               gaue
               great
               lands
               ,
               to
               that
               ,
               for
               learning
               sake
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               vp
               youth
               ,
               and
               succour
               scholers
               neede
               .
            
             
               That
               charge
               of
               mine
               ,
               full
               many
               a
               mouth
               did
               feede
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               in
               Court
               ,
               was
               seeking
               some
               good
               turne
               ,
            
             
               To
               mend
               my
               torch
               ,
               or
               make
               my
               candell
               burne
               .
            
          
           
             
               More
               houses
               gay
               ,
               I
               built
               ,
               then
               thousands
               do
            
             
               That
               haue
               enough
               ,
               yet
               will
               no
               goodnes
               shoe
               :
            
             
               And
               where
               I
               built
               ,
               I
               did
               maintaine
               it
               to
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               great
               cost
               ,
               as
               few
               bestowes
               I
               troe
               .
            
             
               Of
               buildings
               large
               ,
               I
               could
               rehearse
               a
               roe
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               mischance
               ,
               this
               day
               haue
               lost
               my
               name
               ,
            
             
               Whereof
               I
               do
               ,
               deserue
               the
               only
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               for
               sutes
               ,
               about
               the
               King
               was
               none
            
             
               So
               apt
               as
               I
               ,
               to
               speake
               and
               purchase
               grace
               .
            
             
               Though
               long
               before
               ,
               some
               say
               Shores
               wife
               was
               one
               ,
            
             
               That
               oft
               kneeld
               downe
               ,
               before
               the
               Princes
               face
            
             
               For
               poore
               mens
               sutes
               ,
               and
               holpe
               their
               woefull
               case
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               she
               had
               not
               ,
               such
               credit
               as
               I
               gate
               ,
            
             
               Although
               a
               King
               ,
               would
               heare
               the
               parret
               prate
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               words
               were
               graue
               ,
               and
               bore
               an
               equall
               poies
               ,
            
             
               In
               ballance
               iust
               ,
               for
               many
               a
               weightie
               cause
               :
            
             
               She
               pleasd
               a
               Prince
               ,
               with
               pretty
               merry
               toies
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               no
               sight
               ,
               in
               state
               ,
               nor
               course
               of
               lawes
               :
            
             
               I
               could
               perswade
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               Prince
               to
               pawes
               ,
            
             
               And
               take
               a
               breath
               ,
               before
               he
               drew
               the
               sword
               ,
            
             
               And
               spie
               the
               time
               ,
               to
               rule
               him
               with
               a
               word
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               will
               not
               say
               ,
               but
               fancy
               may
               do
               much
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               world
               will
               grant
               ,
               that
               wisdome
               may
               do
               more
               :
            
             
               To
               wanton
               girls
               ,
               affection
               is
               not
               such
               ,
            
             
               That
               Princes
               wise
               ,
               wil
               be
               abusde
               therfore
               :
            
             
               One
               sute
               of
               mine
               ,
               was
               surely
               worth
               a
               score
            
             
               Of
               hers
               indeed
               ,
               for
               she
               her
               time
               must
               watch
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               all
               howres
               ,
               I
               durst
               go
               draw
               the
               latch
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               voice
               but
               heard
               ,
               the
               dore
               was
               open
               streight
               ,
            
             
               She
               might
               not
               come
               ,
               till
               she
               were
               cald
               or
               brought
               :
            
             
               I
               rul'd
               the
               King
               ,
               by
               custome
               ,
               art
               and
               sleight
               ,
            
             
               And
               knew
               full
               well
               ,
               the
               secrets
               of
               his
               thought
               .
            
             
               Without
               my
               mind
               ,
               all
               that
               was
               done
               was
               nought
               ,
            
             
               In
               wars
               or
               peace
               ,
               my
               counsell
               swaied
               all
               ,
            
             
               For
               still
               the
               King
               ,
               would
               for
               the
               Cardnall
               call
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               kept
               a
               court
               ,
               my selfe
               ,
               as
               great
               as
               his
               ,
            
             
               (
               I
               not
               compare
               ,
               vnto
               my
               master
               here
               )
            
             
               But
               looke
               my
               Lords
               ,
               what
               liuely
               world
               was
               this
               ,
            
             
               That
               one
               poore
               man
               ,
               became
               so
               great
               a
               peere
               ?
            
             
               Yet
               though
               this
               tale
               ,
               be
               very
               strange
               to
               here
               ,
            
             
               Wit
               wins
               a
               world
               :
               and
               who
               hath
               hap
               and
               wit
               ,
            
             
               With
               triumph
               long
               ,
               in
               princely
               throne
               may
               sit
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               man
               like
               me
               ,
               bare
               rule
               in
               any
               age
               ,
            
             
               I
               shone
               like
               Sun
               ,
               more
               cleare
               then
               morning
               star
               :
            
             
               Was
               neuer
               part
               ,
               so
               plaid
               ,
               in
               open
               stage
            
             
               As
               mine
               ,
               nor
               fame
               ,
               of
               man
               flew
               halfe
               so
               far
               .
            
             
               I
               sate
               on
               bench
               ,
               when
               thowsands
               at
               the
               bar
            
             
               Did
               plead
               for
               right
               :
               for
               I
               in
               publique
               weale
            
             
               Lord
               Chancelor
               was
               ,
               and
               had
               the
               great
               broad
               seale
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               haue
               I
               told
               ,
               how
               I
               did
               rise
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               And
               sate
               with
               pride
               ,
               and
               pomp
               ,
               in
               golden
               hall
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               my
               feete
               ,
               on
               costly
               carpets
               soft
               ,
            
             
               And
               plaid
               at
               goale
               ,
               with
               goodly
               golden
               ball
               :
            
             
               But
               after
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               must
               rehearse
               my
               fall
               .
            
             
               O
               trembling
               heart
               ,
               thou
               canst
               not
               now
               for
               teares
            
             
               Present
               that
               tale
               ,
               vnto
               the
               hearers
               eares
               .
            
          
           
             
               Best
               weepe
               it
               out
               ,
               and
               sudden
               silence
               keepe
               ,
            
             
               Till
               priuy
               pangs
               ,
               make
               pinched
               heart
               complaine
               :
            
             
               Or
               cast
               thy selfe
               ,
               into
               some
               slumbring
               sleepe
               ,
            
             
               Till
               wakened
               wits
               ,
               remembrance
               bring
               againe
               .
            
             
               When
               heauy
               teares
               ,
               do
               hollow
               cheekes
               distaine
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               will
               thinke
               ,
               thy
               sprits
               are
               growne
               so
               weake
               ,
            
             
               The
               feeble
               tongue
               ,
               hath
               sure
               no
               power
               to
               speake
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               tale
               by
               signes
               ,
               with
               sighes
               and
               sobs
               set
               out
               ,
            
             
               Moues
               peoples
               mindes
               ,
               to
               pity
               plagued
               men
               :
            
             
               With
               howling
               voice
               ,
               do
               rather
               crie
               and
               shout
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               by
               arte
               ,
               shew
               forth
               thy
               sorrow
               then
               .
            
             
               For
               if
               thou
               speake
               ,
               some
               man
               will
               note
               with
               pen
            
             
               What
               Wolsey
               said
               ,
               and
               what
               threw
               Wolsey
               downe
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnder
               foote
               ,
               flings
               Wolseis
               great
               renowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               force
               of
               that
               ,
               my
               fall
               must
               needs
               be
               herd
               ,
            
             
               Before
               I
               fell
               ,
               I
               had
               a
               time
               to
               rise
               :
            
             
               As
               fatall
               chance
               ,
               and
               Fortune
               me
               preferd
               .
            
             
               So
               mischiefe
               came
               ,
               and
               did
               my
               state
               despise
               .
            
             
               If
               I
               might
               plead
               ,
               my
               case
               among
               the
               wise
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               excuse
               ,
               right
               much
               of
               mine
               offence
               :
            
             
               But
               leaue
               a
               while
               ,
               such
               matter
               in
               suspence
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Pope
               ,
               or
               pride
               ,
               or
               peeuish
               parts
               of
               mine
               ,
            
             
               Made
               King
               to
               frowne
               ,
               and
               take
               the
               seale
               from
               me
               :
            
             
               Now
               seru'd
               no
               words
               ,
               nor
               pleasant
               speeches
               fine
               ,
            
             
               Now
               Wolsey
               ,
               lo
               ,
               must
               needes
               disgraced
               be
               .
            
             
               Yet
               had
               I
               leaue
               (
               as
               dolefull
               prisner
               free
               )
            
             
               To
               keepe
               a
               house
               (
               God
               wot
               )
               with
               heauy
               cheere
               ,
            
             
               Where
               that
               I
               found
               ,
               no
               wine
               ,
               ne
               bread
               ,
               nor
               beere
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               time
               was
               come
               ,
               I
               could
               no
               longer
               liue
               ,
            
             
               What
               should
               I
               make
               ,
               my
               sorrow
               further
               knowne
               :
            
             
               Vpon
               some
               cause
               ,
               that
               King
               that
               all
               did
               giue
            
             
               Tooke
               all
               againe
               ,
               and
               so
               possest
               his
               owne
               .
            
             
               My
               goods
               ,
               my
               plate
               ,
               and
               all
               was
               ouerthrowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               looke
               what
               I
               ,
               had
               gathred
               many
               a
               day
               ,
            
             
               Within
               one
               houre
               ,
               was
               cleanly
               swept
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               harken
               now
               ,
               how
               that
               my
               Fortune
               fell
               ,
            
             
               To
               Yorke
               I
               must
               ,
               where
               I
               the
               Bishop
               was
               :
            
             
               Where
               I
               by
               right
               ,
               in
               grace
               a
               while
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               And
               was
               in
               stawle
               ,
               with
               honour
               great
               to
               passe
               .
            
             
               The
               Priors
               then
               ,
               and
               Abbots
               gan
               to
               smell
               ,
            
             
               How
               Cardnall
               must
               ,
               be
               honourd
               as
               he
               ought
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               that
               day
               ,
               was
               great
               prouision
               brought
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               At
               Cawood
               then
               ,
               where
               I
               great
               buildings
               made
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               through
               cause
               ,
               expect
               my
               stawling
               day
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               deuisde
               ,
               a
               secret
               vnder
               shade
               ,
            
             
               How
               Cardnall
               should
               ,
               bee
               rest
               and
               brought
               away
               .
            
             
               One
               Wealsh
               a
               Knight
               ,
               came
               downe
               in
               good
               aray
               ,
            
             
               And
               seasned
               sure
               ,
               because
               from
               Court
               hee
               came
               ,
            
             
               On
               Wolsey
               wolfe
               ,
               that
               spoiled
               many
               a
               lambe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               was
               I
               led
               ,
               toward
               Court
               ,
               like
               dog
               in
               string
               ,
            
             
               And
               brought
               as
               biefe
               ,
               that
               Butcher-row
               must
               see
               .
            
             
               But
               still
               I
               hopte
               ,
               to
               come
               before
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               repaire
               ,
               was
               not
               denide
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               But
               he
               that
               kept
               ,
               the
               Towre
               ,
               my
               guide
               must
               be
               .
            
             
               Ah
               there
               I
               saw
               ,
               what
               King
               thereby
               did
               meane
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               I
               searcht
               if
               conscience
               now
               were
               cleane
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               spots
               I
               found
               ,
               of
               pride
               and
               popish
               parts
               ,
            
             
               That
               might
               accuse
               ,
               a
               better
               man
               then
               I
               :
            
             
               Now
               Oxford
               came
               ,
               to
               minde
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               arts
               ,
            
             
               And
               Cambridge
               too
               ,
               but
               all
               not
               worth
               a
               flie
               :
            
             
               For
               schoolemen
               can
               ,
               no
               foule
               defects
               supplie
               .
            
             
               My
               sauce
               was
               sowre
               ,
               though
               meate
               before
               was
               sweete
               ,
            
             
               Now
               Wolsey
               lackt
               ,
               both
               cunning
               ,
               wit
               ,
               and
               spreete
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               deepe
               conceit
               ,
               of
               that
               ,
               possest
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               So
               fell
               I
               sicke
               ,
               consum'd
               as
               some
               did
               thinke
               .
            
             
               So
               tooke
               in
               haste
               ,
               my
               chamber
               and
               my
               bed
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               deuice
               ,
               perhaps
               the
               world
               might
               winke
               .
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               heart
               ,
               sharpe
               sorrow
               so
               did
               sinke
               ,
            
             
               That
               gladnes
               sweete
               ,
               (
               forsooke
               my
               senses
               all
               )
            
             
               In
               those
               extremes
               ,
               did
               yeeld
               vnto
               my
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               me
               curse
               ,
               the
               popish
               Cardnall
               hat
               ,
            
             
               Those
               miters
               big
               ,
               beset
               with
               pearle
               and
               stones
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               rest
               ,
               of
               trash
               I
               know
               not
               what
               ,
            
             
               The
               saints
               in
               shrine
               ,
               their
               flesh
               and
               rotten
               bones
               ,
            
             
               The
               maske
               of
               Monkes
               ,
               deuised
               for
               the
               nones
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               flocke
               ,
               of
               Freers
               ,
               what
               ere
               they
               are
               ,
            
             
               That
               brought
               me
               vp
               ,
               and
               left
               me
               there
               so
               bare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               cursed
               priests
               ,
               that
               prate
               for
               profits
               sake
               ,
            
             
               And
               follow
               floud
               ,
               and
               tide
               ,
               where
               ere
               it
               floes
               :
            
             
               O
               merchants
               fine
               ,
               that
               do
               aduantage
               take
            
             
               Of
               euery
               graine
               ,
               how
               euer
               market
               goes
               .
            
             
               O
               fie
               on
               wolues
               ,
               that
               march
               in
               masking
               cloes
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               deuoure
               ,
               the
               lambs
               ,
               when
               shepherd
               sleepes
               ,
            
             
               And
               woe
               to
               you
               ,
               that
               promise
               neuer
               keepes
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               said
               I
               should
               ,
               be
               reskude
               if
               I
               need
               ,
            
             
               And
               you
               would
               curse
               ,
               with
               candell
               ,
               booke
               and
               bell
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               ye
               should
               ,
               now
               serue
               my
               turne
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Yee
               haue
               no
               house
               ,
               I
               know
               not
               where
               ye
               dwell
               .
            
             
               O
               Freers
               and
               Monkes
               ,
               your
               harbour
               is
               in
               hell
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               this
               world
               ,
               ye
               haue
               no
               rightfull
               place
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               dare
               not
               once
               ,
               in
               heauen
               shew
               your
               face
               .
            
          
           
             
               Your
               fault
               not
               halfe
               ,
               so
               great
               as
               was
               my
               pride
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               offence
               ,
               fell
               Lucifer
               from
               skies
               :
            
             
               Although
               I
               would
               ,
               that
               wilfull
               folly
               hide
               ,
            
             
               The
               thing
               lies
               plaine
               ,
               before
               the
               peoples
               eies
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               hie
               heart
               ,
               a
               hatefull
               name
               doth
               ries
               .
            
             
               It
               hath
               been
               said
               ,
               of
               old
               ,
               and
               daily
               will
               ,
            
             
               Pride
               goes
               before
               ,
               and
               shame
               comes
               after
               still
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pride
               is
               a
               thing
               ,
               that
               God
               and
               man
               abores
               ,
            
             
               A
               swelling
               tode
               ,
               that
               poisons
               euery
               place
               ,
            
             
               A
               stinking
               wound
               ,
               that
               breedeth
               many
               sores
               ,
            
             
               A
               priuie
               plague
               ,
               found
               out
               in
               stately
               face
               ,
            
             
               A
               painted
               bird
               ,
               that
               keeps
               a
               peacoks
               pace
               ,
            
             
               A
               lothsome
               lout
               ,
               that
               lookes
               like
               tinkers
               dog
               ,
            
             
               A
               hellish
               hownd
               ,
               a
               swinish
               hateful
               hog
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               grunts
               and
               groanes
               ,
               at
               euery
               thing
               it
               sees
               ,
            
             
               And
               holds
               vp
               snowt
               ,
               like
               pig
               that
               coms
               from
               draffe
               .
            
             
               Why
               should
               I
               make
               ,
               of
               pride
               all
               these
               degrees
               ,
            
             
               That
               first
               tooke
               roote
               ,
               from
               filthy
               drosse
               and
               chaffe
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               men
               stay
               ,
               vpon
               a
               broken
               staffe
               ?
            
             
               No
               weaknesse
               more
               ,
               then
               thinke
               to
               stand
               vpright
               ,
            
             
               When
               stumbling
               blocke
               ,
               makes
               men
               to
               fall
               downe
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               He
               needs
               must
               fall
               ,
               that
               lookes
               not
               where
               he
               goes
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               the
               starres
               ,
               walkes
               staring
               gozling
               like
               :
            
             
               On
               sudden
               oft
               ,
               a
               blustering
               tempest
               bloes
               ,
            
             
               Then
               downe
               great
               trees
               are
               tumbled
               in
               the
               dike
               .
            
             
               Who
               knowes
               the
               time
               ,
               and
               houre
               when
               God
               will
               strike
               ?
            
             
               Then
               looke
               about
               ,
               and
               marke
               what
               steps
               ye
               take
               ,
            
             
               Before
               you
               pace
               ,
               the
               pirgrimage
               yee
               make
               .
            
          
           
             
               Run
               not
               on
               head
               ,
               as
               all
               the
               world
               were
               yours
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               thrust
               them
               backe
               ,
               that
               cannot
               bide
               a
               shocke
               :
            
             
               Who
               striues
               for
               place
               ,
               his
               owne
               decay
               procures
               :
            
             
               Who
               alwaies
               braules
               ,
               is
               sure
               to
               catch
               a
               knocke
               :
            
             
               Who
               beards
               a
               King
               ,
               his
               head
               is
               neere
               the
               blocke
               :
            
             
               But
               who
               doth
               stand
               ,
               in
               feare
               ,
               and
               worldly
               dreed
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               mischiefe
               comes
               ,
               had
               need
               to
               take
               good
               heed
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               hauing
               hap
               ,
               did
               make
               account
               of
               none
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               as
               fed
               ,
               my
               humour
               good
               or
               bad
               .
            
             
               To
               fawning
               dogs
               ,
               sometimes
               I
               gaue
               a
               bone
               ,
            
             
               And
               flung
               some
               scraps
               ,
               to
               such
               as
               nothing
               had
               :
            
             
               But
               in
               my
               hands
               ,
               still
               kept
               the
               golden
               gad
               ,
            
             
               That
               seru'd
               my
               turne
               ,
               and
               laught
               the
               rest
               to
               scorne
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               himselfe
               was
               Cardnall
               Wolsey
               borne
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               good
               men
               ,
               we
               liue
               not
               for
               our selues
               ,
            
             
               Though
               each
               one
               catch
               ,
               as
               much
               as
               he
               may
               get
               :
            
             
               We
               ought
               to
               looke
               ,
               to
               those
               that
               digs
               and
               delues
               ,
            
             
               That
               alwaies
               dwell
               ,
               and
               liue
               in
               endlesse
               det
               .
            
             
               If
               in
               such
               sort
               ,
               we
               would
               our
               compasse
               set
               ,
            
             
               We
               should
               haue
               loue
               ,
               where
               now
               but
               hate
               we
               find
               ,
            
             
               And
               headstrong
               will
               ,
               with
               cruell
               hollow
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               thought
               nothing
               ,
               of
               dutie
               ,
               loue
               ,
               or
               feare
               ,
            
             
               I
               snatcht
               vp
               all
               ,
               and
               alwaies
               sought
               to
               clime
               :
            
             
               I
               punisht
               all
               ,
               and
               would
               with
               no
               man
               beare
               ,
            
             
               I
               sought
               for
               all
               ,
               and
               so
               could
               take
               the
               time
               .
            
             
               I
               pli'd
               the
               Prince
               ,
               whiles
               Fortune
               was
               in
               prime
               ,
            
             
               I
               fill'd
               the
               bags
               ,
               and
               gold
               in
               hoord
               I
               heapt
               ,
            
             
               Thought
               not
               on
               those
               ,
               that
               thresht
               the
               corne
               I
               reapt
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               So
               all
               I
               lost
               ,
               and
               all
               I
               gate
               was
               nought
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               pride
               ,
               and
               pompe
               lay
               in
               the
               dust
               :
            
             
               I
               aske
               you
               all
               ,
               what
               man
               aliue
               had
               thought
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               this
               world
               ,
               had
               been
               so
               little
               trust
               ?
            
             
               Why
               ,
               all
               things
               heere
               ,
               with
               time
               decline
               they
               must
               .
            
             
               Then
               all
               is
               vaine
               ,
               so
               all
               not
               worth
               a
               flie
               ,
            
             
               If
               all
               shall
               thinke
               ,
               that
               all
               are
               borne
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               all
               be
               base
               ,
               and
               of
               so
               small
               account
               ,
            
             
               VVhy
               do
               we
               all
               ,
               in
               folly
               so
               abound
               ?
            
             
               VVhy
               do
               the
               meane
               ,
               and
               mightie
               seeke
               to
               mount
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               all
               hope
               ,
               where
               is
               no
               suretie
               found
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               the
               wheele
               ,
               is
               alwaies
               turning
               round
               ?
            
             
               The
               case
               is
               plaine
               ,
               if
               all
               be
               vnderstood
               ,
            
             
               VVeare
               so
               vaine
               ,
               we
               know
               not
               what
               is
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               some
               will
               say
               ,
               when
               they
               haue
               heapes
               of
               gold
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               flockes
               of
               friends
               ,
               and
               seruants
               at
               their
               call
               ,
            
             
               They
               liue
               like
               Gods
               ,
               in
               pleasure
               treble
               fold
               ,
            
             
               And
               haue
               no
               cause
               ,
               to
               find
               no
               fault
               at
               all
               .
            
             
               O
               blind
               conceit
               ,
               these
               glories
               are
               but
               small
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               for
               friends
               ,
               they
               change
               their
               minds
               so
               mich
               ,
            
             
               They
               stay
               not
               long
               ,
               with
               neither
               poore
               nor
               rich
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVith
               hope
               of
               friends
               ,
               our selues
               we
               do
               deceaue
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               feare
               of
               foes
               ,
               we
               threatned
               are
               in
               sleepe
               :
            
             
               But
               friends
               speake
               faire
               ,
               yet
               men
               alone
               they
               leaue
            
             
               To
               sinke
               or
               swim
               ,
               to
               mourne
               ,
               to
               laugh
               ,
               or
               weepe
               .
            
             
               Yet
               when
               foe
               smiles
               ,
               the
               snake
               begins
               to
               creepe
               ,
            
             
               As
               world
               falles
               out
               ,
               these
               daies
               in
               compasse
               iust
               ,
            
             
               VVe
               know
               not
               how
               ,
               the
               friend
               or
               foe
               to
               trust
               .
            
          
           
             
               Both
               can
               betray
               ,
               the
               truest
               man
               aliue
               ,
            
             
               Both
               are
               to
               doubt
               ,
               in
               matters
               of
               great
               weight
               ,
            
             
               Both
               will
               sometime
               ,
               for
               goods
               and
               honor
               striue
               ,
            
             
               Both
               seemeth
               plaine
               ,
               yet
               both
               can
               shew
               great
               sleight
               ,
            
             
               Both
               stoopes
               full
               low
               ,
               yet
               both
               can
               looke
               on
               height
               ,
            
             
               And
               best
               of
               both
               ,
               not
               worth
               a
               cracked
               crowne
               :
            
             
               Yet
               least
               of
               both
               ,
               may
               lose
               a
               walled
               towne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Talke
               not
               of
               friends
               ,
               the
               name
               thereof
               is
               nought
               ,
            
             
               Then
               trust
               no
               foes
               ,
               if
               friends
               their
               credit
               lose
               ;
            
             
               If
               foes
               and
               friends
               ,
               of
               one
               bare
               earth
               were
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               Blame
               nere
               of
               both
               ,
               though
               both
               one
               nature
               showes
               .
            
             
               Grace
               passeth
               kind
               ,
               where
               grace
               and
               vertue
               flowes
               ,
            
             
               But
               where
               grace
               wants
               ,
               make
               foes
               and
               friends
               alike
               ,
            
             
               The
               one
               drawes
               sword
               ,
               the
               other
               sure
               will
               strike
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               prou'd
               that
               true
               ,
               by
               triall
               twentie
               times
               ,
            
             
               When
               Wolsey
               stood
               ,
               on
               top
               of
               Fortunes
               wheele
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               as
               to
               the
               height
               of
               ladder
               climes
               ,
            
             
               Know
               not
               what
               lead
               ,
               lies
               hanging
               on
               their
               heele
               .
            
             
               Tell
               me
               my
               mates
               ,
               that
               heauie
               Fortune
               feele
               ,
            
             
               If
               rising
               vp
               ,
               breed
               not
               a
               giddie
               braine
               ,
            
             
               And
               falling
               downe
               ,
               be
               not
               a
               grieuous
               paine
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               told
               you
               how
               ,
               from
               Cawood
               I
               was
               led
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               fell
               sicke
               ,
               when
               I
               arrested
               was
               ;
            
             
               VVhat
               needeth
               now
               more
               words
               herein
               be
               sed
               ,
            
             
               I
               knew
               full
               well
               ,
               I
               must
               to
               prison
               passe
               ,
            
             
               And
               saw
               my
               state
               ,
               as
               brittle
               as
               a
               glasse
               :
            
             
               So
               gaue
               vp
               ghost
               ,
               and
               bad
               the
               world
               farewell
               ,
            
             
               VVherein
               ,
               God
               wot
               ,
               I
               could
               no
               longer
               dwell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               vnto
               dust
               ,
               and
               ashes
               I
               return'd
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               blaze
               of
               life
               ,
               and
               vitall
               breath
               went
               out
               ,
            
             
               Like
               glowing
               coale
               ,
               that
               is
               to
               cinders
               burn'd
               ;
            
             
               All
               flesh
               and
               blood
               ,
               so
               end
               ,
               you
               need
               not
               doubt
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               the
               brute
               of
               this
               was
               blowne
               about
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               was
               glad
               ,
               the
               Cardnall
               was
               in
               graue
               ,
            
             
               This
               is
               of
               world
               ,
               loe
               all
               the
               hope
               we
               haue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Full
               many
               a
               yeare
               ,
               the
               world
               lookt
               for
               my
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               I
               fell
               ,
               I
               made
               as
               great
               a
               cracke
               ,
            
             
               As
               doth
               an
               oake
               ,
               or
               mightie
               tottering
               wall
               ,
            
             
               That
               whirling
               winde
               ,
               doth
               bring
               to
               ruine
               and
               wrack
               ,
            
             
               Now
               babling
               world
               ,
               will
               talke
               behind
               my
               backe
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               things
               ,
               to
               my
               reproch
               and
               shame
               ,
            
             
               So
               will
               it
               too
               ,
               of
               others
               do
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               what
               of
               that
               ?
               the
               best
               is
               we
               are
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               worst
               of
               all
               ,
               when
               we
               our
               tales
               haue
               told
               ,
            
             
               Our
               open
               plagues
               will
               warning
               be
               to
               none
               ,
            
             
               Men
               are
               by
               hap
               ,
               and
               courage
               made
               so
               bold
               :
            
             
               They
               thinke
               all
               is
               ,
               their
               owne
               they
               haue
               in
               hold
               .
            
             
               Well
               ,
               let
               them
               say
               ,
               and
               thinke
               what
               thing
               they
               pleas
               ,
            
             
               This
               weltring
               world
               ,
               both
               flowes
               ,
               and
               ebs
               like
               seas
               .
            
          
           
             Tho.
             Churchyard
             .
          
        
         
           
             HOW
             THE
             LORD
             CROMWELL
             EXALTED
             FROM
             MEANE
             ESTATE
             ,
             was
             after
             by
             the
             enuie
             of
             the
             Bishop
             of
             Winchester
             and
             
               other
               his
               complices
               brought
               to
               vntimely
               end
               ,
               Anno
               Dom.
            
             1540.
             
          
           
             
               AWak'd
               ,
               and
               trembling
               betwixt
               rage
               and
               dread
            
             
               With
               the
               loud
               slander
               (
               by
               the
               impious
               time
               )
            
             
               That
               of
               my
               actions
               euery
               where
               is
               spread
               ,
            
             
               Through
               which
               to
               honor
               falsely
               I
               should
               clime
               ,
            
             
               From
               the
               sad
               dwelling
               of
               th'
               vntimely
               dead
               ,
            
             
               To
               quit
               me
               of
               that
               execrable
               crime
               ,
            
             
               Cromwell
               appeares
               his
               wretched
               plight
               to
               show
               ,
            
             
               Much
               that
               can
               tell
               ,
               one
               much
               that
               once
               did
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               Roughly
               not
               made
               vp
               in
               the
               common
               mould
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               vulgar
               vilely
               I
               should
               die
               ,
            
             
               What
               thing
               so
               strange
               of
               Cromwell
               is
               not
               told
               ?
            
             
               What
               man
               more
               prais'd
               ?
               who
               more
               condemn'd
               then
               I
               ?
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               world
               when
               I
               am
               waxed
               old
               ,
            
             
               Most
               t'
               were
               vnfit
               that
               same
               of
               me
               should
               lie
            
             
               With
               fables
               vaine
               my
               historie
               to
               fill
               ,
            
             
               Forcing
               my
               good
               ,
               excusing
               of
               my
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               that
               but
               hearing
               of
               my
               hated
               name
               ,
            
             
               Your
               ancient
               malice
               instantly
               bewray
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               sake
               your
               ill
               deserued
               blame
            
             
               Vpon
               my
               legend
               publikely
               shall
               lay
               ;
            
             
             
               Would
               you
               forbeare
               to
               blast
               me
               with
               defame
               ,
            
             
               Might
               I
               so
               meane
               a
               priuiledge
               but
               pray
               ,
            
             
               He
               that
               three
               ,
               ages
               hath
               endur'd
               your
               wrong
               ,
            
             
               Heare
               him
               a
               little
               that
               hath
               heard
               you
               long
               .
            
          
           
             
               Since
               Romes
               sad
               ruine
               heere
               by
               me
               began
               ,
            
             
               Who
               her
               Religion
               pluckt
               vp
               by
               the
               root
               ,
            
             
               Of
               the
               false
               world
               such
               hate
               for
               which
               I
               wan
               ,
            
             
               Which
               still
               at
               me
               her
               poisned'st
               darts
               doth
               shoot
               ;
            
             
               That
               to
               excuse
               it
               ,
               do
               the
               best
               I
               can
               ,
            
             
               Little
               I
               feare
               my
               labour
               me
               will
               boot
               :
            
             
               Yet
               will
               I
               speake
               my
               troubled
               heart
               to
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Much
               to
               the
               mind
               ,
               her selfe
               it
               is
               to
               please
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               powerfull
               number
               ,
               from
               whose
               stricter
               law
            
             
               Heart-mouing
               musicke
               did
               receiue
               the
               ground
            
             
               Which
               men
               to
               faire
               ciuilitie
               did
               draw
            
             
               With
               the
               brute
               beast
               when
               lawlesse
               he
               was
               found
               :
            
             
               O
               if
               according
               to
               the
               wiser
               saw
            
             
               There
               be
               a
               high
               diuinitie
               in
               sound
               ,
            
             
               Be
               now
               abundant
               prosp'rously
               to
               aide
            
             
               The
               pen
               prepar'd
               my
               doubtfull
               case
               to
               pleade
               .
            
          
           
             
               Putney
               the
               place
               made
               blessed
               in
               my
               brith
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               meanest
               cottage
               simplie
               me
               did
               shrowd
               ,
            
             
               To
               me
               as
               dearest
               of
               the
               English
               earth
               ;
            
             
               So
               of
               my
               bringing
               that
               poore
               village
               prou'd
               ,
            
             
               Though
               in
               a
               time
               when
               neuer
               lesse
               the
               dearth
            
             
               Of
               happie
               wits
               ,
               yet
               mine
               so
               well
               allow'd
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               best
               she
               boldly
               durst
               confer
            
             
               Him
               that
               his
               breath
               acknowledged
               from
               her
               .
            
          
           
             
               Twice
               flow'd
               proud
               Thames
               as
               at
               my
               comming
               wood
               ,
            
             
               Striking
               the
               wondring
               borderers
               with
               feare
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               pale
               Genius
               of
               that
               aged
               flood
            
             
               Vnto
               my
               mother
               labouring
               did
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               a
               countenance
               much
               distracted
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Threatning
               the
               fruit
               her
               pained
               wombe
               should
               beare
               :
            
             
               My
               speedie
               birth
               being
               added
               thereunto
               ,
            
             
               Seem'd
               to
               foretell
               that
               much
               I
               came
               to
               do
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               That
               was
               reserued
               for
               those
               worser
               daies
               ,
            
             
               As
               the
               great
               ebbe
               vnto
               so
               long
               a
               flow
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               what
               those
               ages
               formerly
               did
               raise
               ,
            
             
               This
               when
               I
               liu'd
               did
               lastly
               ouerthrow
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               great'st
               labour
               of
               the
               world
               did
               seaze
               ,
            
             
               Only
               for
               which
               immedicable
               blow
            
             
               Due
               to
               that
               time
               me
               dooming
               heauen
               ordain'd
               ,
            
             
               VVherein
               confusion
               absolutely
               raign'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vainly
               yet
               noted
               this
               prodigious
               signe
               ,
            
             
               Often
               predictions
               of
               most
               fearefull
               things
               ,
            
             
               As
               plagues
               ,
               or
               warre
               ,
               or
               great
               men
               to
               decline
               ,
            
             
               Rising
               of
               Commons
               ,
               or
               the
               death
               of
               Kings
               ;
            
             
               But
               some
               strange
               newes
               though
               euer
               it
               diuine
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               forth
               them
               not
               immediatly
               it
               brings
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               th'
               effects
               men
               afterward
               did
               learne
               ,
            
             
               To
               know
               that
               me
               it
               chiefly
               did
               concerne
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhil'st
               yet
               my
               father
               by
               his
               painfull
               trade
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               laboured
               Anuile
               only
               was
               his
               fee
               ,
            
             
               VVhom
               my
               great
               towardnesse
               strongly
               did
               perswade
            
             
               In
               knowledge
               to
               haue
               educated
               mee
               :
            
             
               But
               death
               did
               him
               vnluckily
               inuade
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               he
               the
               fruits
               of
               his
               desire
               could
               see
               ,
            
             
               Leauing
               me
               yong
               ,
               then
               little
               that
               did
               know
            
             
               How
               me
               the
               heauens
               had
               purpos'd
               to
               bestow
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hopelesse
               as
               helpelesse
               most
               might
               me
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               meannesse
               seem'd
               their
               abiect
               breath
               to
               draw
               :
            
             
               Yet
               did
               my
               breast
               that
               glorious
               fire
               inclose
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               their
               dull
               purblind
               ignorance
               not
               saw
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               still
               is
               setled
               vpon
               outward
               showes
               ,
            
             
               The
               vulgars
               iudgement
               euer
               is
               so
               raw
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               the
               vnworthiest
               sottishly
               do
               loue
            
             
               In
               their
               owne
               region
               properly
               that
               moue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               me
               my
               fortune
               so
               could
               not
               disguise
               ,
            
             
               But
               through
               this
               cloud
               were
               some
               that
               did
               me
               know
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               then
               the
               rest
               more
               happie
               or
               more
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Me
               did
               relieue
               when
               I
               was
               driuen
               low
               ,
            
             
             
               Which
               as
               the
               staier
               by
               which
               I
               first
               did
               rise
               ,
            
             
               When
               to
               my
               height
               I
               afterward
               did
               grow
               ,
            
             
               Them
               to
               requite
               my
               bounties
               were
               so
               hie
               ,
            
             
               As
               made
               my
               fame
               through
               euery
               eare
               to
               flie
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               height
               and
               Godlike
               puritie
               of
               minde
            
             
               Resteth
               not
               still
               ,
               where
               titles
               most
               adorne
            
             
               With
               any
               ,
               nor
               peculiarly
               confinde
            
             
               To
               names
               ,
               and
               to
               be
               limited
               doth
               scorne
               :
            
             
               Man
               doth
               the
               most
               degenerate
               from
               kinde
               ,
            
             
               Richest
               and
               poorest
               both
               alike
               are
               borne
               ;
            
             
               And
               to
               be
               alwaies
               pertinently
               good
               ,
            
             
               Followes
               not
               still
               the
               greatnes
               of
               our
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pitie
               it
               is
               that
               to
               one
               vertuous
               man
            
             
               That
               marke
               him
               lent
               to
               gentrie
               to
               aduance
               ,
            
             
               Which
               first
               by
               noble
               industrie
               he
               wan
               ,
            
             
               His
               baser
               issue
               after
               should
               inhance
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               rude
               slaue
               not
               any
               good
               that
               can
               ,
            
             
               Such
               should
               thrust
               downe
               by
               what
               is
               his
               by
               chance
               :
            
             
               As
               had
               not
               he
               been
               first
               that
               him
               did
               raise
               ,
            
             
               Nere
               had
               his
               great
               heire
               wrought
               his
               grandsires
               praise
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               weake
               art
               thou
               that
               makest
               it
               thy
               end
            
             
               To
               heape
               such
               worldly
               dignities
               on
               thee
               ,
            
             
               When
               vpon
               Fortune
               only
               they
               depend
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               her
               changes
               gouerned
               must
               bee
               ?
            
             
               Besides
               the
               dangers
               still
               that
               such
               attend
               ,
            
             
               Liuel'est
               of
               all
               men
               purtraied
               out
               in
               mee
               ,
            
             
               When
               that
               for
               which
               I
               hated
               was
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Soon'st
               from
               me
               fled
               ,
               scarse
               tarrying
               for
               my
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               that
               but
               boast
               your
               ancestors
               proud
               stile
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               large
               stem
               whence
               your
               vaine
               greatnes
               grew
               ,
            
             
               When
               you
               your selues
               are
               ignorant
               and
               vile
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               glorious
               thing
               dare
               actually
               pursue
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               good
               spirits
               would
               vtterly
               exile
               ,
            
             
               Doubting
               their
               worth
               should
               else
               discouer
               you
               ,
            
             
               Giuing
               your selues
               vnto
               ignoble
               things
               ;
            
             
               Base
               I
               proclaime
               you
               though
               deriu'd
               from
               Kings
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Vertue
               but
               poore
               ,
               God
               in
               this
               earth
               doth
               place
            
             
               Gainst
               the
               rude
               world
               to
               stand
               vp
               in
               his
               right
               ,
            
             
               To
               suffer
               sad
               affliction
               and
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               Not
               ceasing
               to
               pursue
               her
               with
               despight
               :
            
             
               Yet
               when
               of
               all
               she
               is
               accounted
               base
               ,
            
             
               And
               seeming
               in
               most
               miserable
               plight
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               her
               power
               new
               life
               to
               her
               doth
               take
               ,
            
             
               Least
               then
               dismai'd
               when
               all
               do
               her
               forsake
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               is
               the
               man
               of
               an
               vndaunted
               spirit
               ,
            
             
               For
               her
               deare
               sake
               that
               offereth
               him
               to
               dye
               ,
            
             
               For
               whom
               ,
               when
               him
               the
               world
               doth
               disinherit
               ,
            
             
               Looketh
               vpon
               it
               with
               a
               pleased
               eye
               ,
            
             
               What
               's
               done
               for
               vertue
               thinking
               it
               doth
               merit
               ,
            
             
               Daring
               the
               proudest
               menaces
               defie
               ,
            
             
               More
               worth
               then
               life
               ,
               how
               ere
               the
               base
               world
               rate
               him
               ,
            
             
               Belou'd
               of
               heauen
               ,
               although
               the
               earth
               doth
               hate
               him
               .
            
          
           
             
               Iniurious
               time
               ,
               vnto
               the
               good
               vniust
               ,
            
             
               O
               how
               may
               weake
               posteritie
               suppose
            
             
               Euer
               to
               haue
               their
               merit
               from
               the
               dust
               ,
            
             
               Gainst
               them
               thy
               partialitie
               that
               knowes
               !
            
             
               To
               thy
               report
               ô
               who
               shall
               euer
               trust
               ,
            
             
               Triumphant
               arches
               building
               vnto
               those
            
             
               Allow'd
               the
               longest
               memorie
               to
               haue
               ,
            
             
               That
               were
               the
               most
               vnworthie
               of
               a
               graue
               ?
            
          
           
             
               But
               my
               cleere
               mettle
               had
               that
               powerfull
               heat
               ,
            
             
               As
               it
               not
               turn'd
               with
               all
               that
               Fortune
               could
               :
            
             
               Nor
               when
               the
               world
               me
               terriblest
               did
               threat
               ,
            
             
               Could
               that
               place
               win
               which
               my
               hie
               thoughts
               did
               hold
               ,
            
             
               That
               waxed
               still
               more
               prosperously
               great
               ,
            
             
               The
               more
               the
               world
               me
               stroue
               to
               haue
               control'd
               ,
            
             
               On
               my
               owne
               Columnes
               constantly
               to
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Without
               the
               false
               helpe
               of
               anothers
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               youthfull
               course
               thus
               wisely
               did
               I
               steere
               ,
            
             
               T'
               auoid
               those
               rockes
               my
               wracke
               that
               else
               did
               thret
               :
            
             
               Yet
               some
               faire
               hopes
               from
               farre
               did
               still
               appeere
               ,
            
             
               If
               that
               too
               much
               my
               wants
               me
               did
               not
               let
               :
            
             
             
               Wherefore
               my selfe
               aboue
               my selfe
               to
               beare
               ,
            
             
               Still
               as
               I
               grew
               I
               knowledge
               stroue
               to
               get
               ,
            
             
               To
               perfect
               that
               which
               in
               the
               Embryon
               was
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               birth
               I
               found
               time
               well
               might
               bring
               to
               passe
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               my
               meanes
               to
               faile
               me
               I
               did
               finde
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               to
               trauell
               presently
               betooke
               ,
            
             
               As
               much
               distastfull
               to
               my
               noble
               minde
               ,
            
             
               That
               the
               vile
               world
               into
               my
               wants
               should
               looke
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my selfe
               industriously
               inclinde
               ,
            
             
               To
               measure
               others
               actions
               with
               my
               booke
               ,
            
             
               I
               might
               my
               iudgement
               rectifie
               thereby
               ,
            
             
               In
               matters
               that
               were
               difficult
               and
               hie
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               loe
               it
               hapt
               that
               fortune
               as
               my
               guide
               ,
            
             
               Of
               me
               did
               with
               such
               prouidence
               dispose
               ,
            
             
               That
               th'
               English
               Merchants
               then
               who
               did
               reside
            
             
               At
               Antwerpe
               ,
               me
               their
               Secretarie
               chose
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               though
               in
               me
               to
               manifest
               her
               pride
               )
            
             
               Whence
               to
               those
               principalities
               I
               rose
               ,
            
             
               To
               pluck
               me
               downe
               ,
               whence
               afterward
               she
               fear'd
            
             
               Beyond
               her
               power
               that
               almost
               she
               had
               rear'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               first
               the
               wealthie
               Netherlands
               me
               traind
            
             
               In
               wise
               commerce
               most
               proper
               to
               the
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               my
               countrie
               carefully
               me
               wain'd
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               world
               did
               chiefly
               winne
               me
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Where
               great
               experience
               happily
               I
               gaind
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               here
               I
               seem'd
               but
               tutor'd
               for
               a
               space
               ,
            
             
               For
               hie
               imploiment
               otherwise
               ordaind
               ,
            
             
               Till
               which
               the
               time
               I
               idely
               entertaind
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               hauing
               Boston
               businesse
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               The
               charge
               thereof
               on
               Chambers
               being
               laid
               ,
            
             
               Comming
               to
               Flanders
               hapt
               to
               vnderstand
            
             
               Of
               me
               whom
               he
               requested
               him
               to
               aid
               ;
            
             
               Of
               which
               when
               I
               the
               benefit
               had
               scand
               ,
            
             
               Weighing
               what
               time
               at
               Antwerpe
               I
               had
               staid
               ,
            
             
               Quickly
               me
               wonne
               faire
               Italy
               to
               trie
               ,
            
             
               Vnder
               a
               cheerefull
               and
               more
               luckie
               skie
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               what
               the
               meanest
               cleerely
               makes
               to
               shine
               ,
            
             
               Youth
               ,
               wit
               ,
               and
               courage
               ,
               all
               in
               me
               concurre
            
             
               In
               euery
               proiect
               ,
               that
               so
               powerfull
               trine
            
             
               By
               whose
               kind
               working
               brauely
               I
               did
               sturre
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               each
               hie
               and
               glorious
               designe
            
             
               (
               The
               time
               could
               offer
               )
               freely
               did
               me
               spurre
               ,
            
             
               As
               forcing
               fate
               some
               new
               thing
               to
               prepare
            
             
               (
               Shewing
               successe
               )
               t'
               attempt
               that
               could
               me
               dare
               :
            
          
           
             
               Where
               now
               my
               spirit
               got
               roomth
               it selfe
               to
               show
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               fair'st
               pitch
               doth
               make
               a
               gallant
               flight
               ,
            
             
               From
               things
               that
               too
               much
               earthly
               were
               and
               low
               ,
            
             
               Strongly
               attracted
               by
               a
               genuine
               light
               ,
            
             
               Where
               higher
               still
               it
               euery
               day
               did
               grow
               ;
            
             
               And
               being
               in
               so
               excellent
               a
               plight
               ,
            
             
               Crau'd
               but
               occasion
               happily
               to
               proue
            
             
               How
               much
               it
               sate
               each
               vulgar
               spirit
               aboue
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               good
               successe
               th'
               affaires
               of
               England
               found
               ,
            
             
               Much
               prais'd
               the
               choice
               of
               me
               that
               had
               been
               made
               :
            
             
               For
               where
               most
               men
               the
               depth
               durst
               hardly
               sound
               ,
            
             
               I
               held
               it
               nothing
               boldly
               through
               to
               wade
            
             
               My selfe
               ,
               and
               through
               the
               strait'st
               waies
               I
               woond
               .
            
             
               So
               could
               I
               act
               ,
               so
               well
               I
               could
               perswade
            
             
               As
               meerely
               Iouiall
               ,
               me
               to
               mirth
               applie
               ,
            
             
               Compos'd
               of
               freedome
               and
               alacritie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Not
               long
               it
               was
               ere
               Rome
               of
               me
               did
               ring
            
             
               (
               Hardly
               shall
               Rome
               so
               full
               daies
               see
               again
               )
            
             
               Of
               freemens
               catches
               to
               the
               Pope
               I
               sing
               ,
            
             
               Which
               wan
               much
               licence
               to
               my
               countrimen
               ,
            
             
               Thither
               the
               which
               I
               was
               the
               first
               did
               bring
               ,
            
             
               That
               were
               vnknowne
               to
               Italy
               till
               then
               :
            
             
               Light
               humours
               them
               when
               iudgement
               doth
               direct
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               of
               the
               wise
               win
               plausible
               respect
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               those
               from
               whom
               that
               pensions
               were
               allow'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               heere
               did
               for
               intelligence
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               Vnder
               my
               power
               themselues
               were
               glad
               to
               shroud
               ,
            
             
               Russell
               and
               Pace
               yea
               oftentimes
               were
               faine
               ,
            
             
             
               When
               as
               their
               names
               they
               durst
               not
               haue
               auow'd
               ,
            
             
               Me
               into
               their
               societie
               t'retaine
               ,
            
             
               Rising
               before
               me
               mightie
               as
               they
               were
               ,
            
             
               Great
               though
               at
               home
               ,
               yet
               did
               they
               need
               me
               there
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               forraine
               parts
               nere
               friends
               I
               yet
               forsake
            
             
               That
               had
               before
               been
               deeply
               bound
               to
               mee
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               againe
               I
               vse
               of
               them
               should
               make
               ,
            
             
               But
               still
               my
               starres
               command
               I
               should
               be
               free
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               those
               offers
               lightly
               from
               me
               shake
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               requite
               I
               fettred
               else
               might
               bee
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               that
               oft
               great
               perils
               me
               oppungne
               ,
            
             
               And
               meanes
               were
               weak
               ,
               my
               mind
               was
               euer
               strong
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               those
               great
               wants
               fate
               to
               my
               youth
               did
               tie
            
             
               Me
               from
               delights
               of
               those
               rich
               countries
               driue
               ,
            
             
               Thereby
               inforc'd
               with
               painfull
               industrie
            
             
               Against
               affliction
               manfully
               to
               striue
            
             
               Vnder
               her
               burthen
               faintly
               not
               to
               lie
               ,
            
             
               But
               since
               my
               good
               I
               hardly
               must
               deriue
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               same
               to
               make
               my selfe
               a
               way
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               power
               against
               me
               she
               could
               lay
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               a
               Comedian
               where
               my
               life
               I
               led
               ,
            
             
               For
               so
               a
               while
               my
               need
               did
               me
               constraine
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               my
               poore
               countrimen
               (
               that
               plai'd
               )
            
             
               Thither
               that
               came
               in
               hope
               of
               better
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               when
               Fortune
               seem'd
               me
               low
               to
               tread
            
             
               Vnder
               her
               feet
               ,
               she
               set
               me
               vp
               againe
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               the
               vse
               me
               bad
               her
               not
               to
               feare
            
             
               Her
               good
               and
               ill
               that
               patiently
               could
               beare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Till
               Charles
               the
               fift
               th'
               emperiall
               power
               did
               bend
            
             
               Gainst
               Rome
               ,
               which
               Burbon
               skilfully
               did
               guide
               ,
            
             
               Which
               sore
               declining
               Italy
               did
               rend
               ;
            
             
               For
               th'
               right
               that
               him
               her
               holinesse
               denide
               ,
            
             
               Wholly
               her selfe
               enforced
               to
               defend
            
             
               Gainst
               him
               that
               iustly
               punished
               her
               pride
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               my selfe
               I
               lastly
               did
               betake
               ,
            
             
               Seeing
               thereof
               what
               Fortune
               ment
               to
               make
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               at
               the
               siege
               with
               that
               great
               Generall
               seru'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               did
               girt
               her
               stubborne
               waste
               with
               steele
               ,
            
             
               Within
               her
               walles
               who
               well
               neer
               being
               staru'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               with
               faintnes
               she
               began
               to
               reele
               ,
            
             
               Shewing
               her selfe
               a
               little
               as
               she
               swaru'd
               :
            
             
               First
               her
               then
               noting
               I
               began
               to
               feele
               ,
            
             
               She
               whose
               great
               power
               so
               far
               abroad
               did
               rome
               ,
            
             
               What
               in
               her selfe
               she
               truly
               was
               at
               home
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               the
               great
               schoole
               of
               the
               false
               world
               was
               then
               ,
            
             
               Where
               her
               's
               their
               subtill
               practises
               did
               vie
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               that
               mightie
               confluence
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               French
               plots
               propt
               vp
               by
               English
               policie
               ,
            
             
               The
               German
               powers
               ,
               false
               shuffling
               ,
               and
               agen
            
             
               All
               countermin'd
               by
               skilfull
               Italy
               ,
            
             
               Each
               one
               in
               possibility
               to
               win
               ,
            
             
               Great
               rests
               were
               vp
               and
               mightie
               hands
               were
               in
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               first
               to
               worke
               my
               busie
               braine
               was
               set
               ,
            
             
               (
               My
               inclination
               finding
               it
               to
               please
            
             
               This
               stirring
               world
               which
               strongly
               still
               did
               whet
               )
            
             
               To
               temper
               in
               so
               dangerous
               assaies
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               strange
               formes
               of
               policies
               beget
               ;
            
             
               Besides
               in
               times
               so
               turbulent
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               my
               studies
               hopefully
               did
               bend
            
             
               Vnto
               that
               point
               the
               wisest
               made
               their
               end
               :
            
          
           
             
               And
               my
               experience
               happily
               me
               taught
            
             
               Into
               the
               secrets
               of
               those
               times
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               to
               England
               afterward
               I
               brought
            
             
               Those
               slights
               of
               state
               deliu'red
               vnto
               me
               ,
            
             
               In
               t'which
               were
               then
               but
               very
               few
               that
               sought
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               did
               with
               th'
               umour
               of
               that
               age
               agree
               ,
            
             
               After
               did
               great
               and
               fearfull
               things
               effect
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               secret
               working
               few
               did
               then
               suspect
               :
            
          
           
             
               When
               though
               t'
               were
               long
               it
               hapned
               yet
               at
               last
            
             
               Some
               hopes
               me
               homeward
               secretly
               allur'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               many
               perils
               strangely
               I
               had
               past
               ,
            
             
               As
               many
               sad
               calamities
               endur'd
            
             
             
               Beyond
               the
               Moone
               ,
               when
               I
               began
               to
               cast
            
             
               By
               my
               rare
               parts
               what
               place
               might
               be
               procur'd
               ,
            
             
               If
               they
               at
               home
               were
               to
               the
               mightie
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               How
               they
               would
               seeme
               compared
               with
               their
               owne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               if
               that
               there
               the
               great
               should
               me
               neglect
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               the
               worst
               that
               vainely
               did
               not
               feare
               ,
            
             
               To
               my
               experience
               how
               to
               gaine
               respect
            
             
               In
               other
               countries
               that
               doe
               hold
               it
               deare
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               occasion
               seemed
               to
               reiect
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               still
               before
               me
               other
               rising
               were
               ,
            
             
               And
               some
               themselues
               had
               mounted
               to
               the
               skie
               ,
            
             
               Little
               before
               vnlike
               to
               thriue
               as
               I.
               
            
          
           
             
               When
               now
               in
               England
               Bigamie
               with
               blood
            
             
               Lately
               begot
               by
               luxurie
               and
               pride
               ,
            
             
               In
               their
               great'st
               fulnes
               peremptorie
               stood
               ;
            
             
               Some
               thereunto
               that
               diligently
               pri'd
               ,
            
             
               Stillie
               were
               fishing
               in
               that
               troubled
               flood
            
             
               For
               future
               changes
               wisely
               to
               prouide
               ,
            
             
               Finding
               the
               world
               so
               rankly
               then
               to
               swell
               ,
            
             
               That
               till
               it
               brake
               it
               neuer
               could
               be
               well
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               floting
               long
               vpon
               my
               first
               arriue
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               many
               doubts
               me
               seemed
               to
               appall
               ,
            
             
               Like
               to
               a
               barke
               that
               with
               the
               tide
               doth
               driue
               ,
            
             
               Hauing
               not
               left
               to
               fasten
               it
               withall
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               with
               the
               time
               by
               suffring
               I
               doe
               striue
            
             
               Vnto
               that
               harbor
               doubtfull
               yet
               to
               fall
               ;
            
             
               Vntill
               inforc'd
               to
               put
               it
               to
               the
               chance
               ,
            
             
               Casting
               the
               fair'st
               my
               fortune
               to
               aduance
               .
            
          
           
             
               Making
               my selfe
               to
               mightie
               Wolsey
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               That
               Atlas
               which
               the
               gouernment
               vpstai'd
               ,
            
             
               Which
               from
               meane
               place
               in
               little
               time
               was
               growne
            
             
               Vp
               vnto
               him
               ,
               that
               weight
               vpon
               him
               lai'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               being
               got
               the
               neerest
               to
               his
               throne
               ,
            
             
               He
               the
               more
               easly
               the
               great
               kingdome
               swai'd
               ,
            
             
               Leaning
               thereon
               his
               wearied
               selfe
               to
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               euen
               the
               greatest
               farre
               sat
               him
               beneath
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Where
               learned
               More
               and
               Gardiner
               I
               met
               ,
            
             
               Men
               in
               those
               times
               immatchable
               for
               wit
               ,
            
             
               Able
               that
               were
               the
               dullest
               spirit
               to
               whet
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               my
               humour
               excellently
               fit
               ,
            
             
               Into
               their
               ranke
               that
               worthily
               did
               get
            
             
               There
               as
               their
               proud
               competitor
               to
               sit
               ,
            
             
               One
               excellence
               to
               many
               is
               the
               mother
               ,
            
             
               Wit
               doth
               as
               creatures
               one
               beget
               another
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Founder
               of
               the
               palaces
               of
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               veines
               with
               more
               then
               vsuall
               spirit
               were
               fild
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               ordained
               to
               the
               mighti'st
               things
               ,
            
             
               In
               Oxford
               then
               determining
               to
               build
            
             
               To
               Christ
               a
               Colledge
               ,
               and
               together
               brings
            
             
               All
               that
               thereof
               the
               great
               foundation
               wills
               ,
            
             
               There
               me
               imploies
               ,
               whose
               industrie
               he
               found
            
             
               Worthie
               to
               worke
               vpon
               the
               noblest
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               in
               the
               entrance
               wisely
               that
               did
               feare
            
             
               Coyne
               might
               fall
               short
               ,
               yet
               with
               this
               worke
               on
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Wherefore
               such
               houses
               as
               Religious
               were
            
             
               Whose
               being
               no
               necessitie
               require
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               the
               greater
               very
               well
               might
               beare
               ,
            
             
               From
               Rome
               the
               Card'nall
               cunningly
               did
               hire
               ,
            
             
               Winning
               withall
               his
               Soueraigne
               to
               consent
               ,
            
             
               Both
               colouring
               with
               so
               holy
               an
               intent
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               like
               a
               symptome
               to
               a
               long
               disease
            
             
               Was
               the
               forerunner
               to
               this
               mightie
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               but
               too
               vnaduisedly
               did
               sease
            
             
               Vpon
               the
               part
               that
               ruinated
               all
               ,
            
             
               Which
               had
               the
               worke
               been
               of
               so
               many
               daies
            
             
               And
               more
               againe
               ,
               recouer
               hardly
               shall
               :
            
             
               But
               loe
               it
               sunke
               which
               time
               did
               long
               vphold
               ,
            
             
               Where
               now
               it
               lies
               euen
               leueld
               with
               the
               mould
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               thou
               great
               Rome
               here
               first
               wast
               ouerthrowne
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               future
               harmes
               that
               blindly
               couldst
               not
               se
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               this
               worke
               they
               only
               were
               thine
               owne
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               knowledge
               lent
               that
               deadly
               wound
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
             
               Which
               to
               the
               world
               before
               had
               they
               not
               showne
               ,
            
             
               Nere
               had
               those
               secrets
               been
               descri'd
               by
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               by
               thy
               wealth
               so
               many
               from
               the
               plow
            
             
               Worne
               those
               hie
               types
               wherein
               they
               florish
               now
               .
            
          
           
             
               After
               when
               as
               the
               Cardinall
               againe
            
             
               Into
               hie
               fauour
               with
               the
               King
               mee
               brought
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               whom
               my selfe
               so
               well
               I
               did
               demeane
               ,
            
             
               As
               that
               I
               seem'd
               to
               exercise
               his
               thought
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               great
               liking
               strongly
               did
               retaine
            
             
               With
               what
               before
               my
               Master
               me
               had
               taught
               ,
            
             
               From
               whose
               example
               by
               those
               Cels
               were
               small
            
             
               Sprang
               the
               subuersion
               lastly
               of
               them
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               many
               a
               let
               was
               cast
               into
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               VVherein
               I
               ran
               so
               steddily
               and
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               a
               snare
               my
               aduersaries
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Much
               wrought
               they
               with
               their
               power
               much
               with
               their
               slight
               ,
            
             
               Wisely
               perceiuing
               that
               my
               smallest
               stay
            
             
               Fully
               requir'd
               the
               vtmost
               of
               their
               might
               ,
            
             
               To
               my
               ascendant
               hasting
               me
               to
               clime
               ,
            
             
               There
               as
               the
               first
               predomining
               the
               time
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Knowing
               what
               wealth
               me
               earnestly
               did
               wooe
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               I
               through
               Wolsey
               hapned
               had
               to
               finde
               ,
            
             
               And
               could
               the
               path
               most
               perfectly
               vntoo
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               thereafter
               earnestly
               inclin'd
               ,
            
             
               Seeing
               besides
               what
               after
               I
               might
               doe
            
             
               If
               so
               great
               power
               mee
               fully
               were
               assign'd
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               their
               meanes
               against
               me
               strongly
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               Lab'ring
               as
               fast
               to
               bring
               their
               Church
               to
               nought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whil'st
               to
               the
               King
               continually
               I
               sue
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               this
               businesse
               faithfully
               did
               stirre
            
             
               Strongly
               t'
               approue
               my
               iudgement
               to
               be
               true
            
             
               Gainst
               those
               who
               most
               supposed
               me
               to
               erre
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               the
               least
               meanes
               which
               any
               way
               I
               knew
            
             
               Might
               grace
               me
               ,
               or
               my
               purposes
               preferre
            
             
               Did
               I
               omit
               ,
               till
               wonne
               I
               had
               his
               eare
               ,
            
             
               Most
               that
               me
               mark'd
               when
               least
               he
               seem'd
               to
               heare
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               wound
               to
               them
               thus
               violently
               giuen
               ,
            
             
               Enuie
               at
               me
               her
               sharpest
               darts
               doth
               roue
               ,
            
             
               Affecting
               the
               supremacie
               of
               heauen
               ,
            
             
               As
               the
               first
               Giants
               warring
               against
               Ioue
               ,
            
             
               Heap'd
               hils
               on
               hils
               ,
               the
               Gods
               till
               they
               had
               driuen
            
             
               The
               meanest
               shapes
               of
               earthly
               things
               to
               proue
               :
            
             
               So
               must
               I
               shift
               from
               them
               against
               me
               rose
               ,
            
             
               Mortall
               their
               hate
               ,
               as
               mightie
               were
               my
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               their
               great
               force
               against
               me
               wholly
               bent
            
             
               Preuail'd
               vpon
               my
               purposes
               so
               farre
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               my
               ruine
               scarsely
               could
               preuent
               ,
            
             
               So
               momentarie
               worldly
               fauours
               are
               ,
            
             
               That
               till
               the
               vtmost
               of
               their
               spight
               was
               spent
               ,
            
             
               Had
               not
               my
               spirit
               maintain'd
               a
               manly
               warre
               ,
            
             
               Risen
               they
               had
               when
               laid
               I
               had
               been
               low
               ,
            
             
               Vpon
               whose
               ruine
               after
               I
               did
               grow
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               the
               great
               King
               their
               strange
               reports
               that
               tooke
            
             
               That
               as
               pernitious
               as
               they
               potent
               were
               ,
            
             
               Which
               at
               the
               faire
               growth
               of
               my
               fortune
               strooke
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               deadly
               malice
               blame
               me
               not
               to
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Me
               at
               the
               first
               so
               violently
               shooke
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               this
               frame
               were
               likely
               downe
               to
               beare
               ,
            
             
               If
               resolution
               with
               a
               setled
               brow
            
             
               Had
               not
               vpheld
               my
               peremptorie
               vow
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               these
               encounters
               thrust
               me
               not
               awry
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               could
               my
               courses
               force
               me
               to
               forsake
               ,
            
             
               After
               this
               shipwrack
               I
               againe
               must
               trie
            
             
               Some
               happier
               voiage
               hopefull
               still
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               The
               plots
               that
               barren
               long
               we
               see
               did
               lie
               ,
            
             
               Some
               fitting
               season
               plentifully
               take
               ,
            
             
               One
               fruitfull
               haruest
               frankly
               doth
               restore
            
             
               What
               many
               winters
               hindred
               had
               before
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               to
               account
               I
               strictly
               call
               my
               wit
            
             
               How
               it
               this
               while
               had
               managed
               my
               state
               ,
            
             
               My
               soule
               in
               counsell
               summoning
               to
               sit
               ,
            
             
               If
               possible
               to
               turne
               the
               course
               of
               fate
               ,
            
             
             
               For
               waies
               there
               be
               the
               greatest
               things
               to
               hit
               ,
            
             
               If
               men
               could
               find
               the
               peremptorie
               gate
               ,
            
             
               And
               since
               I
               once
               was
               got
               so
               neere
               the
               brinke
            
             
               More
               then
               before
               ,
               t'
               would
               grieue
               me
               now
               to
               sinke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Bedford
               whose
               life
               (
               some
               said
               )
               that
               I
               had
               sau'd
            
             
               In
               Italy
               ,
               one
               me
               that
               fauoured
               most
               ,
            
             
               And
               reuerend
               Hayles
               who
               but
               occasion
               crau'd
            
             
               To
               shew
               his
               loue
               ,
               no
               lesse
               that
               I
               had
               cost
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               to
               the
               King
               perceiuing
               me
               disgrac'd
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               fauour
               I
               vnluckily
               had
               lost
               ,
            
             
               Both
               with
               him
               great
               ,
               a
               foot
               set
               in
               withall
            
             
               If
               not
               to
               stay
               ,
               to
               qualifie
               my
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               High
               their
               regard
               ,
               yet
               higher
               was
               their
               hap
               ,
            
             
               Well
               neere
               quite
               sunke
               recouer
               me
               that
               could
               ,
            
             
               And
               once
               more
               get
               me
               into
               Fortunes
               lap
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               well
               my selfe
               might
               teach
               me
               there
               to
               hold
               ,
            
             
               Escap'd
               out
               of
               so
               dangerous
               a
               trap
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               praise
               by
               me
               to
               ages
               shall
               be
               told
               ,
            
             
               As
               the
               two
               props
               by
               which
               I
               only
               rose
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               most
               supprest
               ,
               most
               trod
               on
               by
               my
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               me
               to
               vrge
               the
               premunire
               wonne
               ,
            
             
               Ordain'd
               in
               matters
               dangerous
               and
               hie
               ,
            
             
               In
               t'which
               the
               heedlesse
               Prelacie
               were
               runne
               ,
            
             
               That
               backe
               vnto
               the
               Papacie
               did
               flie
               ,
            
             
               Sworne
               to
               that
               sea
               ,
               and
               what
               before
               was
               done
            
             
               Due
               to
               the
               King
               ,
               dispensed
               were
               thereby
               ,
            
             
               In
               t'which
               first
               entring
               offred
               me
               the
               meane
            
             
               That
               to
               throw
               downe
               alreadie
               that
               did
               leane
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               was
               to
               me
               that
               ouerflowing
               fourse
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               his
               bounties
               plentifully
               spring
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               speedie
               current
               with
               vnusuall
               force
            
             
               Bare
               me
               into
               the
               bosome
               of
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               By
               putting
               him
               into
               that
               readie
               course
            
             
               VVhich
               soone
               to
               passe
               his
               purposes
               might
               bring
               ,
            
             
               Where
               those
               which
               late
               emperiously
               control'd
               me
            
             
               Pale
               strooke
               with
               feare
               stood
               trembling
               to
               behold
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               state
               to
               me
               those
               ceremonies
               show'd
            
             
               That
               to
               so
               great
               a
               fauorite
               were
               due
               ,
            
             
               And
               Fortune
               still
               with
               honors
               did
               me
               load
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               no
               meane
               she
               in
               my
               rising
               knew
               ,
            
             
               Or
               heauen
               to
               me
               more
               then
               to
               man
               had
               ow'd
               ,
            
             
               (
               What
               to
               the
               world
               vnheard
               of
               was
               and
               new
               )
            
             
               And
               was
               to
               other
               sparing
               of
               her
               store
            
             
               Till
               she
               could
               giue
               ,
               or
               aske
               I
               could
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               high
               preferments
               he
               vpon
               me
               laid
               ,
            
             
               Might
               make
               the
               world
               me
               publikely
               to
               know
            
             
               Such
               as
               in
               iudgement
               rightly
               being
               wai'd
               ,
            
             
               Seemed
               too
               great
               for
               me
               to
               vndergo
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               could
               his
               hand
               from
               powring
               on
               be
               stai'd
            
             
               Vntill
               I
               so
               abundantly
               did
               flow
               ,
            
             
               That
               looking
               downe
               whence
               lately
               I
               was
               cloame
               ,
            
             
               Danger
               bid
               feare
               if
               further
               I
               should
               roame
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               first
               from
               Knighthood
               rising
               in
               degree
               ,
            
             
               The
               office
               of
               the
               Iewell
               house
               my
               lot
               ,
            
             
               After
               the
               Roles
               he
               frankely
               gaue
               to
               mee
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               a
               priuie
               Counseller
               I
               got
               ,
            
             
               Chose
               of
               the
               Garter
               :
               and
               the
               Earle
               to
               bee
            
             
               Of
               Essex
               :
               yet
               sufficient
               these
               not
            
             
               But
               to
               the
               great
               Vicegerencie
               I
               grew
               ,
            
             
               Being
               a
               title
               as
               supreame
               as
               new
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               well
               did
               me
               these
               dignities
               befit
               ,
            
             
               And
               honor
               so
               me
               euery
               way
               became
               ,
            
             
               As
               more
               then
               man
               I
               had
               been
               made
               for
               it
               ,
            
             
               Or
               as
               from
               me
               it
               had
               deriu'd
               the
               name
               :
            
             
               Where
               was
               that
               man
               whose
               loue
               I
               not
               requit
            
             
               Beyond
               his
               owne
               imaginarie
               aime
               ,
            
             
               Which
               had
               me
               succour'd
               neerely
               being
               driuen
            
             
               As
               things
               to
               me
               that
               idlely
               were
               not
               giuen
               ?
            
          
           
             
               What
               tongue
               so
               slow
               the
               tale
               shall
               not
               report
            
             
               Of
               hospitable
               Friscobald
               and
               mee
               ,
            
             
               And
               shew
               in
               how
               reciprocall
               a
               sort
            
             
               My
               thankes
               did
               with
               his
               courtesie
               agree
               ,
            
             
             
               When
               as
               my
               meanes
               in
               Italy
               were
               short
            
             
               That
               me
               relieu'd
               ,
               lesse
               great
               that
               would
               not
               bee
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               of
               England
               Chancellor
               was
               made
               ,
            
             
               His
               former
               bounties
               librally
               repai'd
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               maner
               briefly
               gentler
               Muse
               relate
               ,
            
             
               Since
               oft
               before
               it
               wisely
               hath
               been
               told
               ,
            
             
               The
               sudden
               change
               of
               vnauoided
               fate
               ,
            
             
               That
               famous
               Merchant
               reuerend
               Friscobald
            
             
               Grew
               poore
               ,
               and
               the
               small
               remnant
               of
               his
               state
            
             
               Was
               certaine
               goods
               to
               England
               he
               had
               sold
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               the
               hands
               of
               Creditors
               but
               bad
               ,
            
             
               Small
               hope
               to
               get
               ,
               yet
               lesser
               meanes
               he
               had
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hither
               his
               wants
               him
               forciblie
               constrain'd
               ,
            
             
               Though
               with
               long
               trauell
               both
               by
               land
               and
               seas
               ,
            
             
               Led
               by
               this
               hope
               that
               only
               now
               remain'd
               ,
            
             
               Whereon
               his
               fortune
               finally
               he
               laies
               ,
            
             
               And
               if
               he
               found
               that
               friendship
               heere
               were
               fain'd
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               at
               the
               worst
               it
               better
               should
               him
               please
               ,
            
             
               Farre
               out
               of
               sight
               to
               perish
               heere
               vnknowne
               ,
            
             
               Then
               vnrelieu'd
               be
               pitied
               of
               his
               owne
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               chanc'd
               as
               I
               toward
               Westmister
               did
               ride
               ,
            
             
               Mongst
               the
               great
               concourse
               passing
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               An
               aged
               man
               I
               happily
               espide
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               outward
               looks
               much
               inward
               griefe
               did
               show
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               me
               note
               him
               ,
               and
               the
               more
               I
               ey'd
            
             
               Him
               ,
               me
               thought
               more
               precisely
               I
               should
               know
               ,
            
             
               Reuoluing
               long
               it
               came
               into
               my
               mind
               ,
            
             
               This
               was
               the
               man
               to
               me
               had
               been
               so
               kind
               :
            
          
           
             
               Was
               there
               withall
               so
               ioyed
               with
               his
               sight
               ,
            
             
               (
               With
               the
               deare
               sight
               of
               his
               so
               reuerend
               face
               )
            
             
               That
               I
               could
               scarcely
               keepe
               me
               from
               t'
               alight
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               mine
               armes
               him
               openly
               embrace
               ;
            
             
               Weighing
               yet
               (
               well
               )
               what
               some
               imagine
               might
               ,
            
             
               He
               being
               a
               stranger
               and
               the
               publike
               place
            
             
               Checkt
               my
               affection
               ,
               till
               some
               fitter
               hower
            
             
               On
               him
               my
               loue
               effectually
               might
               shower
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Neuer
               ,
               quoth
               I
               ,
               was
               Fortune
               so
               vniust
            
             
               As
               to
               do
               wrong
               vnto
               thy
               noble
               hart
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               man
               so
               wicked
               could
               betray
               the
               trust
            
             
               Of
               one
               so
               vpright
               of
               so
               good
               desart
               ?
            
             
               And
               though
               obey
               necessitie
               thou
               must
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               the
               great'st
               the
               same
               to
               me
               thou
               art
               ,
            
             
               Let
               me
               alone
               the
               last
               be
               left
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               That
               from
               the
               rest
               declin'd
               not
               with
               thy
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               calling
               to
               a
               Gentleman
               of
               mine
               ,
            
             
               VVise
               and
               discreet
               that
               well
               I
               knew
               to
               bee
               ,
            
             
               Shew'd
               him
               that
               stranger
               ,
               whose
               deiected
               eyne
            
             
               Fixt
               on
               the
               earth
               nere
               once
               lookt
               vp
               at
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Bid
               yonder
               man
               come
               home
               to
               me
               and
               dine
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               I
               )
               bespeake
               him
               reuerently
               (
               you
               see
               )
            
             
               Scorne
               not
               his
               habit
               ,
               little
               canst
               thou
               tell
            
             
               How
               rich
               a
               mind
               in
               those
               meane
               rags
               doth
               dwell
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               with
               my
               name
               that
               kindly
               did
               him
               greete
               ,
            
             
               Slowly
               cast
               vp
               his
               deadly-mouing
               eye
               ,
            
             
               That
               long
               time
               had
               been
               fixed
               on
               his
               feete
               ,
            
             
               To
               looke
               no
               higher
               then
               his
               miserie
               ,
            
             
               Thinking
               him
               more
               calamitie
               did
               greete
               ,
            
             
               Or
               that
               I
               had
               supposed
               him
               some
               spye
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               a
               deepe
               sigh
               that
               from
               his
               heart
               he
               drew
               ,
            
             
               Quoth
               he
               ,
               his
               will
               accomplisht
               be
               by
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               man
               departed
               and
               the
               message
               done
               ,
            
             
               He
               whose
               sad
               heart
               with
               strange
               impressions
               strooke
               ,
            
             
               To
               thinke
               vpon
               this
               accident
               begun
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               himselfe
               suspitiously
               to
               looke
               ,
            
             
               Into
               all
               doubts
               he
               fearefully
               doth
               run
               ,
            
             
               Oft
               himselfe
               cheering
               ,
               oft
               himselfe
               forsooke
               :
            
             
               Strangely
               perplext
               vnto
               my
               house
               doth
               come
               ,
            
             
               Not
               knowing
               why
               iudg'd
               nor
               dreading
               yet
               his
               doome
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               seruants
               set
               his
               comming
               to
               attend
               ,
            
             
               That
               were
               therein
               not
               common
               for
               their
               skill
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               vsage
               yet
               the
               former
               did
               amend
               :
            
             
               He
               hop'd
               not
               good
               ,
               nor
               guiltie
               was
               of
               ill
               ,
            
             
             
               But
               as
               a
               man
               whose
               thoughts
               were
               at
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               Fortune
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               then
               worke
               on
               me
               thy
               will
               ,
            
             
               Wiser
               then
               man
               I
               thinke
               he
               were
               that
               knew
            
             
               Whence
               this
               may
               come
               ,
               or
               what
               thereof
               ensue
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               honored
               presence
               so
               did
               me
               enflame
               ,
            
             
               That
               though
               being
               then
               in
               presence
               of
               my
               Peeres
               ,
            
             
               Daine
               not
               the
               lesse
               to
               meet
               him
               as
               he
               came
               ,
            
             
               (
               That
               very
               hardly
               could
               containe
               my
               teares
               )
            
             
               Kindly
               salute
               him
               ,
               call
               him
               by
               his
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               oft
               together
               aske
               him
               how
               he
               cheares
               ,
            
             
               With
               still
               along
               maintaining
               the
               extreame
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               thought
               the
               man
               he
               had
               been
               in
               a
               dreame
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               t'
               awake
               him
               gently
               I
               began
            
             
               With
               this
               demaund
               ,
               if
               once
               he
               did
               not
               know
            
             
               One
               
                 Thomas
                 Cromwell
              
               a
               poore
               English
               man
               ,
            
             
               By
               him
               relieu'd
               when
               he
               was
               driuen
               low
               :
            
             
               When
               I
               perceiu'd
               he
               my
               remembrance
               wan
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               with
               his
               teares
               it
               silently
               did
               show
               :
            
             
               I
               wept
               for
               woe
               to
               see
               mine
               host
               distrest
               ,
            
             
               But
               he
               for
               ioy
               to
               see
               his
               happie
               guest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Him
               to
               the
               Lords
               I
               publisht
               by
               my
               praise
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               my
               table
               ,
               carefully
               him
               set
               ,
            
             
               Recounting
               them
               the
               many
               sundrie
               waies
            
             
               I
               was
               vnto
               this
               gentleman
               in
               debt
               ,
            
             
               How
               great
               he
               was
               in
               Florence
               in
               those
               daies
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               that
               grace
               or
               reuerence
               him
               might
               get
               :
            
             
               Which
               all
               the
               while
               yet
               silently
               he
               heares
               ,
            
             
               Moisting
               (
               among
               )
               his
               viands
               with
               his
               teares
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               to
               lend
               fulnesse
               lastly
               to
               his
               fate
            
             
               Great
               summes
               I
               gaue
               him
               ,
               and
               what
               was
               his
               due
            
             
               Made
               knowne
               ,
               my selfe
               became
               his
               aduocate
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               my
               charge
               his
               creditors
               I
               sue
               ,
            
             
               Recouering
               him
               vnto
               his
               former
               state
               :
            
             
               Thus
               he
               the
               world
               began
               by
               me
               anew
               ,
            
             
               That
               shall
               to
               all
               posteritie
               expresse
            
             
               His
               honored
               bountie
               ,
               and
               my
               thankfulnesse
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               Muse
               recount
               ,
               before
               thou
               further
               passe
               ,
            
             
               How
               this
               great
               change
               so
               quickly
               came
               about
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               the
               cause
               of
               this
               sad
               downefall
               was
               ,
            
             
               In
               euery
               part
               the
               spatious
               Realme
               throughout
               ,
            
             
               Being
               effected
               in
               so
               little
               space
               ,
            
             
               Leaue
               not
               thereof
               posteritie
               to
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               world
               obscured
               else
               may
               bee
               ,
            
             
               If
               in
               this
               place
               reuealed
               not
               by
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               the
               whole
               land
               did
               on
               the
               Church
               relie
               ,
            
             
               Hauing
               full
               power
               Kings
               to
               account
               to
               call
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               the
               world
               read
               only
               policie
               ,
            
             
               Besides
               heauens
               keyes
               to
               stop
               or
               let
               in
               all
               ,
            
             
               Let
               me
               but
               know
               from
               her
               supremacie
            
             
               How
               she
               should
               come
               so
               suddenly
               to
               fall
               :
            
             
               T'
               was
               more
               then
               chance
               sure
               put
               a
               hand
               thereto
               ,
            
             
               That
               had
               the
               power
               so
               great
               a
               thing
               to
               do
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               ought
               there
               were
               had
               biding
               vnder
               Sunne
               ,
            
             
               Who
               would
               haue
               thought
               those
               edifices
               great
               ,
            
             
               Which
               first
               religion
               holily
               begunne
               ,
            
             
               The
               Church
               approu'd
               ,
               and
               wisdome
               richly
               seate
               ,
            
             
               Deuotion
               nourish'd
               ,
               faith
               allowance
               wonne
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               that
               them
               might
               any
               way
               compleate
               ,
            
             
               Should
               in
               their
               ruines
               lastly
               buried
               lie
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               begun
               and
               ended
               from
               the
               skie
               ?
            
          
           
             
               And
               the
               King
               late
               obedient
               to
               her
               lawes
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               Clerke
               of
               Germany
               had
               writ
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               that
               first
               stirr'd
               in
               the
               Churches
               cause
               ,
            
             
               Against
               him
               greatliest
               that
               oppugned
               it
               ,
            
             
               And
               wan
               from
               her
               so
               gratefull
               an
               applause
               ,
            
             
               Then
               in
               her
               fauour
               chiefly
               that
               did
               sit
               ,
            
             
               That
               as
               the
               prop
               ,
               whereon
               she
               only
               stai'th
               ,
            
             
               Him
               she
               instil'd
               
                 Defender
                 of
                 the
                 faith
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               not
               their
               power
               ,
               whose
               wisdomes
               them
               did
               place
            
             
               In
               the
               first
               ranke
               ,
               the
               oracles
               of
               state
               ,
            
             
               Who
               that
               opinion
               strongly
               did
               embrace
               ,
            
             
               Which
               through
               the
               land
               receiued
               was
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
             
               Then
               ought
               at
               all
               preuailed
               in
               this
               case
               ,
            
             
               O
               powerfull
               doome
               of
               vnauoided
               fate
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               depth
               not
               weake
               mortalitie
               can
               know
               ,
            
             
               Who
               can
               vphold
               what
               heauen
               will
               ouerthrow
               ?
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               time
               now
               vniuersally
               did
               show
            
             
               The
               power
               to
               her
               peculiarly
               annex'd
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               most
               abundance
               then
               when
               she
               did
               flow
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               euery
               hower
               still
               prosp'rously
               she
               wex'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               the
               world
               poore
               did
               by
               loose
               riots
               grow
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               serued
               as
               an
               excellent
               pretext
               ,
            
             
               And
               colour
               gaue
               to
               plucke
               her
               from
               her
               pride
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               only
               greatnesse
               suffred
               none
               beside
               .
            
          
           
             
               Likewise
               to
               that
               posteritie
               did
               doubt
            
             
               Those
               at
               the
               first
               not
               rightly
               did
               adore
               ,
            
             
               Their
               fathers
               that
               too
               credulous
               deuout
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Church
               contributed
               their
               store
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               recouer
               only
               went
               about
            
             
               VVhat
               their
               great
               zeale
               had
               lauished
               before
               ,
            
             
               On
               her
               a
               strong
               hand
               violently
               lai'd
               ,
            
             
               Preying
               on
               that
               ,
               they
               gaue
               for
               to
               be
               prai'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               the
               King
               set
               in
               a
               course
               so
               right
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               I
               for
               him
               laboriously
               had
               tract
               ,
            
             
               (
               VVho
               till
               I
               learn'd
               him
               ,
               did
               not
               know
               his
               might
               )
            
             
               I
               still
               to
               prompt
               his
               power
               with
               me
               to
               act
               ,
            
             
               Into
               those
               secrets
               got
               so
               deepe
               a
               sight
               ,
            
             
               That
               nothing
               lastly
               to
               his
               furtherance
               lackt
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               example
               plainly
               to
               him
               showne
               ,
            
             
               How
               all
               might
               now
               be
               easly
               ouerthrowne
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               taking
               downe
               yet
               of
               this
               goodly
               frame
            
             
               He
               suddenly
               not
               brake
               off
               euery
               band
               ,
            
             
               But
               tooke
               the
               power
               first
               from
               the
               Papall
               name
               ,
            
             
               After
               a
               while
               let
               the
               Religion
               stand
               ,
            
             
               When
               limbe
               by
               limbe
               he
               daily
               did
               it
               lame
               ,
            
             
               First
               tooke
               a
               leg
               ,
               and
               after
               tooke
               a
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Till
               the
               poore
               semblance
               of
               a
               bodie
               left
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               should
               stay
               it
               ,
               vtterly
               bereft
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               if
               some
               Abbey
               hapned
               void
               to
               fall
            
             
               By
               death
               of
               him
               that
               the
               superiour
               was
               ,
            
             
               Gaine
               that
               did
               first
               Church
               libertie
               enthrall
               ,
            
             
               Only
               supreame
               ,
               promoted
               to
               the
               place
               ,
            
             
               Mongst
               many
               bad
               the
               worst
               most
               times
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Vnder
               the
               colour
               of
               some
               others
               grace
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               the
               slander
               from
               his
               life
               should
               spring
               ,
            
             
               Into
               contempt
               it
               more
               and
               more
               might
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               time
               from
               heauen
               when
               by
               the
               secret
               course
               ,
            
             
               Dissension
               vniuersally
               began
               ,
            
             
               (
               Preuailing
               as
               a
               planetarie
               sourse
               )
            
             
               I'
               th
               Church
               belieuing
               ,
               as
               Mahumitan
               ,
            
             
               When
               Luther
               first
               did
               those
               opinions
               nurse
               ,
            
             
               Much
               from
               great
               Rome
               in
               little
               space
               that
               wan
               ,
            
             
               It
               to
               this
               change
               so
               aptly
               did
               dispose
               ,
            
             
               From
               whose
               sad
               ruine
               ours
               so
               great
               arose
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               heere
               that
               fabrique
               vtterly
               did
               faile
               ,
            
             
               Which
               powerfull
               fate
               had
               limited
               to
               time
               ,
            
             
               By
               whose
               strong
               law
               it
               naturally
               must
               quaile
               ,
            
             
               From
               that
               proud
               height
               to
               which
               it
               long
               did
               clime
               ,
            
             
               Letting
               gainst
               it
               the
               contrarie
               preuaile
               ,
            
             
               Therein
               to
               punish
               some
               notorious
               crime
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               at
               length
               iust
               dooming
               heauen
               decreed
               ,
            
             
               That
               on
               her
               buildings
               ruine
               heere
               should
               feed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Th'
               authoritie
               vpon
               her
               she
               did
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               vse
               thereof
               in
               euery
               little
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Finding
               her selfe
               how
               oft
               she
               did
               forsake
               ,
            
             
               In
               her
               owne
               bounds
               her
               neuer
               limiting
               ,
            
             
               That
               awfull
               feare
               and
               due
               obedience
               brake
            
             
               Which
               her
               reputed
               holinesse
               did
               bring
               ,
            
             
               From
               slight
               regard
               soone
               brought
               her
               into
               hate
            
             
               With
               those
               that
               much
               disliked
               her
               estate
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               those
               parts
               she
               cunningly
               had
               plai'd
               ,
            
             
               Beliefe
               vnto
               her
               miracles
               to
               win
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               world
               were
               euery
               day
               be
               wrai'd
               ,
            
             
               From
               which
               the
               doubt
               did
               of
               her
               power
               begin
               ,
            
             
             
               Damnation
               yet
               to
               question
               what
               she
               said
            
             
               Made
               most
               suspect
               the
               faith
               they
               had
               been
               in
               ,
            
             
               When
               their
               saluation
               easly
               might
               be
               bought
               ,
            
             
               Found
               not
               this
               yet
               the
               way
               that
               they
               had
               sought
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               those
               ill
               humours
               ripened
               to
               a
               head
               ,
            
             
               Bred
               by
               the
               ranknesse
               of
               the
               plentious
               land
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               not
               only
               strangely
               from
               her
               fled
               ,
            
             
               Bound
               for
               her
               ancient
               libertie
               to
               stand
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               their
               fathers
               gaue
               her
               being
               dead
               ,
            
             
               The
               sonnes
               rap'd
               from
               her
               with
               a
               violent
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               her
               buildings
               most
               of
               all
               abus'd
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               waight
               their
               fathers
               coffins
               bruis'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               wisest
               and
               most
               prouident
               but
               build
               ,
            
             
               For
               time
               againe
               too
               wastfully
               destroy
               ,
            
             
               The
               costly
               piles
               and
               monuments
               we
               guild
               ,
            
             
               Succeeding
               time
               shall
               reckon
               but
               a
               toy
               ,
            
             
               Vicissitude
               impartially
               wild
               ,
            
             
               The
               goodliest
               things
               be
               subiect
               to
               annoy
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               one
               age
               did
               studiously
               maintaine
               ,
            
             
               The
               next
               againe
               accounteth
               vile
               and
               vaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               time
               doth
               tell
               ,
               in
               some
               things
               they
               did
               erre
               ,
            
             
               That
               put
               their
               helpe
               her
               brauery
               to
               deface
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               the
               wealth
               ,
               that
               taken
               was
               from
               her
               ,
            
             
               Others
               soone
               raised
               ,
               that
               did
               them
               displace
               ,
            
             
               Their
               titles
               and
               their
               offices
               conferre
            
             
               On
               such
               before
               ,
               as
               were
               obscure
               and
               base
               ,
            
             
               Who
               would
               with
               her
               they
               likewise
               downe
               should
               go
               ,
            
             
               And
               o'rthrew
               them
               that
               her
               did
               ouerthrow
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               th'
               Romish
               rites
               that
               with
               a
               cleerer
               sight
            
             
               The
               wisest
               thought
               they
               iustly
               did
               reiect
               ,
            
             
               They
               after
               saw
               that
               the
               receiued
               light
            
             
               Not
               altogether
               free
               was
               from
               defect
               ,
            
             
               Mysterious
               things
               being
               not
               conceiued
               right
               ,
            
             
               Thereof
               bred
               in
               the
               ignorant
               neglect
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               opinion
               something
               short
               doth
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Wants
               there
               haue
               been
               and
               shall
               be
               still
               in
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               negligent
               securitie
               and
               ease
            
             
               Vnbridled
               sensualitie
               begat
               ,
            
             
               That
               only
               sought
               his
               appetite
               to
               please
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               the
               midst
               it
               of
               abundance
               sat
               ,
            
             
               The
               Church
               not
               willing
               others
               should
               her
               praise
            
             
               That
               she
               was
               leane
               ,
               when
               as
               her
               lands
               were
               fat
               ,
            
             
               Her selfe
               to
               too
               much
               libertie
               did
               giue
               ,
            
             
               Which
               some
               perceiu'd
               that
               in
               those
               times
               did
               liue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pierce
               the
               wise
               Plowman
               in
               his
               vision
               saw
            
             
               Conscience
               sore
               hurt
               ,
               yet
               sorer
               was
               affraid
            
             
               The
               seuen
               great
               sins
               to
               hell
               him
               like
               to
               draw
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               wise
               Clergie
               mainly
               cri'd
               for
               aid
               ;
            
             
               Falne
               ere
               he
               wist
               (
               whom
               perill
               much
               did
               awe
               )
            
             
               On
               vncleane
               Priests
               whil'st
               faintly
               he
               him
               staid
               ,
            
             
               Willing
               good
               Clergie
               t'
               ease
               his
               wretched
               case
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               these
               strong
               Giants
               hotly
               had
               in
               chase
               .
            
          
           
             
               Clergie
               call'd
               Friers
               which
               neere
               at
               hand
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               And
               them
               requests
               to
               take
               in
               hand
               the
               cure
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               their
               Leechcraft
               that
               they
               could
               not
               well
               ,
            
             
               He
               listed
               not
               their
               dressing
               to
               endure
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               in
               his
               eare
               Need
               softly
               him
               did
               tell
            
             
               (
               And
               of
               his
               knowledge
               more
               did
               him
               assure
               )
            
             
               They
               came
               for
               gain
               their
               end
               which
               they
               did
               make
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               on
               them
               the
               charge
               of
               soules
               they
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               voluntarie
               pouertie
               profest
               ,
            
             
               By
               food
               of
               Angels
               seeming
               as
               to
               liue
               ;
            
             
               But
               yet
               with
               them
               th'
               accounted
               were
               the
               best
            
             
               That
               most
               to
               their
               fraternitie
               doe
               giue
               ,
            
             
               And
               beyond
               number
               that
               they
               were
               increas'd
               :
            
             
               If
               so
               (
               quoth
               Conscience
               )
               thee
               may
               I
               beleeue
               ,
            
             
               Then
               t'
               is
               in
               vaine
               more
               on
               them
               to
               bestow
               ,
            
             
               If
               beyond
               number
               like
               they
               be
               to
               grow
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Frier
               soone
               feeling
               Conscience
               had
               him
               found
               ,
            
             
               And
               hearing
               how
               Hypocrisie
               did
               thriue
               ,
            
             
               That
               many
               Teachers
               euery
               where
               did
               wound
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               Contrition
               miserably
               did
               grieue
               :
            
             
             
               Now
               in
               deceit
               to
               shew
               himselfe
               profound
               ,
            
             
               His
               former
               hopes
               yet
               lastly
               to
               reuiue
            
             
               Gets
               the
               Popes
               letters
               ,
               whereof
               he
               doth
               shape
            
             
               Him
               a
               disguise
               from
               Conscience
               to
               escape
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               so
               towards
               goodly
               Vnitie
               he
               goes
               ,
            
             
               A
               strong-built
               Castle
               standing
               very
               hie
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               Conscience
               liu'd
               to
               keepe
               him
               from
               his
               foes
               ,
            
             
               VVhom
               lest
               some
               watchfull
               Centinell
               should
               spie
               ,
            
             
               And
               him
               vnto
               the
               garrison
               disclose
               ,
            
             
               His
               cowle
               about
               him
               carefully
               doth
               tie
               ,
            
             
               Creepes
               to
               the
               gate
               and
               closely
               thereat
               beate
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               that
               entrance
               gladly
               would
               intreate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Peace
               the
               good
               porter
               readie
               still
               at
               hand
            
             
               It
               doth
               vnpin
               ,
               and
               praies
               him
               God
               to
               saue
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               saluing
               kindly
               doth
               demand
            
             
               VVhat
               was
               his
               will
               ,
               or
               who
               he
               there
               would
               haue
               ?
            
             
               The
               Frier
               low
               lowting
               crossing
               with
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Speak
               with
               Contrition
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               I
               would
               craue
               .
            
             
               Father
               (
               quoth
               Peace
               )
               your
               comming
               is
               in
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               For
               him
               of
               late
               Hypocrisie
               hath
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               shield
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               and
               turning
               vp
               the
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               To
               former
               health
               I
               hope
               him
               to
               restore
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               my
               skill
               his
               sound
               recouerie
               lies
               ,
            
             
               Doubt
               not
               thereof
               if
               setting
               God
               before
               .
            
             
               Are
               you
               a
               surgeon
               ,
               Peace
               againe
               replies
               ;
            
             
               Yea
               (
               quoth
               the
               Frier
               )
               and
               sent
               to
               heale
               his
               sore
               :
            
             
               Come
               neere
               (
               quoth
               Peace
               )
               and
               God
               your
               comming
               speed
               ,
            
             
               Neuer
               of
               help
               Contrition
               had
               more
               need
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               for
               more
               haste
               he
               haleth
               in
               the
               Frier
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               Lord
               Conscience
               quickly
               of
               him
               told
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               entertain'd
               him
               with
               right
               friendly
               cheere
               :
            
             
               O
               Sir
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               intreate
               you
               that
               I
               could
            
             
               To
               lend
               your
               hand
               vnto
               my
               Cosin
               deare
            
             
               Contrition
               ,
               whom
               a
               sore
               disease
               doth
               hold
               ,
            
             
               That
               wounded
               by
               Hypocrisie
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               Now
               lieth
               in
               most
               desperate
               estate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Sir
               (
               quoth
               the
               Frier
               )
               I
               hope
               him
               soone
               to
               cure
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               your
               comfort
               quickly
               you
               shall
               see
               ,
            
             
               Will
               he
               a
               while
               my
               dressing
               but
               endure
               ;
            
             
               And
               to
               contrition
               therewith
               commeth
               hee
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               faire
               speech
               himselfe
               of
               him
               assure
               ,
            
             
               But
               first
               of
               all
               going
               thorough
               for
               his
               fee
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               done
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               if
               outwardly
               you
               show
            
             
               Sound
               ,
               t'not
               auailes
               if
               inwardly
               or
               no.
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               secretly
               assoiling
               of
               his
               sin
               ,
            
             
               No
               other
               med'cine
               will
               vnto
               him
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Saying
               that
               heauen
               his
               siluer
               him
               should
               win
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               giue
               Friers
               was
               better
               then
               to
               pray
               ,
            
             
               So
               he
               were
               shrieu'd
               what
               need
               he
               care
               a
               pin
               .
            
             
               Thus
               with
               his
               patient
               he
               so
               long
               did
               play
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               contrition
               had
               forgot
               to
               weepe
               ,
            
             
               This
               the
               wise
               plowman
               shew'd
               me
               from
               his
               sleepe
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               saw
               their
               faults
               ,
               that
               loosly
               liued
               then
               ,
            
             
               Others
               againe
               our
               weaknesses
               shall
               see
               :
            
             
               For
               this
               is
               sure
               he
               bideth
               not
               with
               men
            
             
               That
               shall
               know
               all
               to
               be
               what
               they
               should
               bee
               :
            
             
               Yet
               let
               the
               faithfull
               and
               industrious
               pen
            
             
               Haue
               the
               due
               merit
               ;
               but
               returne
               to
               mee
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               fall
               this
               while
               blind
               Fortune
               did
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               as
               strange
               as
               strangely
               I
               did
               rise
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               secret
               foes
               yet
               subt'ly
               to
               deceiue
               ,
            
             
               That
               me
               maligning
               lifted
               at
               my
               state
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               to
               marry
               forward
               still
               I
               heaue
               ,
            
             
               (
               His
               former
               wife
               being
               repudiate
               )
            
             
               To
               Anne
               the
               sister
               of
               the
               Duke
               of
               Cleaue
               ,
            
             
               The
               German
               Princes
               to
               confederate
               ,
            
             
               To
               backe
               me
               still
               gainst
               those
               against
               me
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Which
               as
               their
               owne
               retain'd
               me
               here
               in
               pay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Which
               my
               destruction
               principally
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               When
               afterward
               abandoning
               her
               bed
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               his
               will
               to
               passe
               could
               not
               be
               brought
               ,
            
             
               So
               long
               as
               yet
               I
               beare
               about
               my
               head
            
             
             
               The
               only
               man
               her
               safetie
               that
               had
               sought
               ,
            
             
               Of
               her
               againe
               and
               only
               fauoured
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               the
               cause
               he
               hasted
               to
               my
               end
               ,
            
             
               Vpon
               whose
               fall
               hers
               likewise
               did
               depend
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               in
               his
               high
               distemprature
               of
               blood
            
             
               Who
               was
               so
               great
               whose
               life
               he
               did
               regard
               ?
            
             
               Or
               what
               was
               it
               that
               his
               desires
               withstood
            
             
               He
               not
               inuested
               were
               it
               nere
               so
               hard
               ?
            
             
               Nor
               held
               he
               me
               so
               absolutely
               good
               ,
            
             
               That
               though
               I
               crost
               him
               yet
               I
               should
               be
               spar'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               with
               those
               things
               I
               lastly
               was
               to
               go
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               to
               ground
               did
               violently
               throw
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               Winchester
               with
               all
               those
               enemies
            
             
               Whom
               my
               much
               power
               from
               audience
               had
               debarr'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               longer
               time
               their
               mischiefes
               to
               deuise
               ,
            
             
               Feeling
               with
               me
               how
               lastly
               now
               it
               far'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               had
               done
               the
               King
               that
               did
               suffice
               ,
            
             
               Lastly
               thrust
               in
               against
               me
               to
               be
               heard
               ,
            
             
               When
               all
               was
               ill
               contrarily
               turn'd
               good
               ,
            
             
               Making
               amaine
               to
               th'
               shedding
               of
               my
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               the
               King
               his
               action
               doth
               deny
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               my
               guilt
               doth
               altogether
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Hauing
               his
               riot
               satisfied
               thereby
               ,
            
             
               Seemes
               not
               to
               know
               how
               I
               therein
               did
               sway
               ,
            
             
               What
               late
               was
               truth
               conuerted
               heresie
               :
            
             
               When
               he
               in
               me
               had
               purchased
               his
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Himselfe
               to
               cleere
               and
               satisfie
               the
               sin
               ,
            
             
               Leaues
               me
               but
               late
               his
               instrument
               therein
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               lawes
               I
               made
               ,
               my selfe
               alone
               to
               please
               ,
            
             
               To
               giue
               me
               power
               more
               freely
               to
               my
               will
               ,
            
             
               Euen
               to
               my
               equals
               hurtfull
               sundrie
               waies
               ,
            
             
               (
               Forced
               to
               things
               that
               most
               do
               say
               were
               ill
               )
            
             
               Vpon
               me
               now
               as
               violently
               ceaze
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               I
               lastly
               perisht
               by
               my
               skill
               ,
            
             
               On
               mine
               owne
               necke
               returning
               (
               as
               my
               due
               )
            
             
               That
               heauie
               yoke
               wherein
               by
               me
               they
               drew
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               greatnesse
               threatned
               by
               ill-boding
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               My
               actions
               strangely
               censured
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               in
               my
               way
               my
               giddines
               not
               sees
            
             
               The
               pit
               wherein
               I
               likely
               was
               to
               fall
               :
            
             
               O
               were
               the
               sweets
               of
               mans
               felicities
            
             
               Often
               amongst
               not
               temp'red
               with
               some
               gall
               ,
            
             
               He
               would
               forget
               by
               his
               ore
               weening
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Iust
               heauen
               aboue
               doth
               censure
               good
               and
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Things
               ouer
               rancke
               do
               neuer
               kindly
               beare
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               the
               corne
               the
               fluxure
               ,
               when
               we
               see
            
             
               Fill
               but
               the
               straw
               when
               it
               should
               feed
               the
               eare
               ,
            
             
               Rotting
               that
               time
               in
               ripening
               it
               should
               bee
               ,
            
             
               And
               being
               once
               downe
               it selfe
               can
               neuer
               reare
               :
            
             
               With
               vs
               well
               doth
               this
               similie
               agree
               ,
            
             
               (
               By
               the
               wise
               man
               )
               due
               to
               the
               great
               in
               all
               ,
            
             
               By
               their
               owne
               weight
               b'ing
               broken
               in
               their
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Selfe
               louing
               man
               what
               sooner
               doth
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               And
               more
               then
               his
               prosperitie
               doth
               wound
               ?
            
             
               Into
               the
               deepe
               but
               fall
               how
               can
               he
               chuse
            
             
               That
               ouer-strides
               whereon
               his
               foot
               to
               ground
               ?
            
             
               Who
               sparingly
               prosperitie
               doth
               vse
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               himselfe
               doth
               after-ill
               propound
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               his
               height
               who
               happily
               doth
               clime
               ,
            
             
               Sits
               aboue
               Fortune
               ,
               and
               controlleth
               time
               .
            
          
           
             
               Not
               chusing
               that
               vs
               most
               delight
               doth
               bring
               ,
            
             
               And
               most
               that
               by
               the
               generall
               breath
               is
               freed
               ,
            
             
               Wooing
               that
               suffrage
               ;
               but
               the
               vertuous
               thing
            
             
               Which
               in
               it selfe
               is
               excellent
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               the
               depth
               and
               perfect
               managing
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               most
               ,
               but
               few
               there
               be
               that
               heed
               ,
            
             
               Affecting
               that
               agreeing
               with
               their
               blood
               ,
            
             
               Seldome
               enduring
               neuer
               yet
               was
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               whil'st
               we
               striue
               too
               suddenly
               to
               rise
            
             
               By
               flattring
               Princes
               with
               a
               seruill
               tong
               ,
            
             
               And
               being
               soothers
               to
               their
               tyrannies
               ,
            
             
               Worke
               our
               more
               woes
               by
               what
               doth
               many
               wrong
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               vnto
               others
               tending
               iniuries
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               our selues
               it
               hapneth
               oft
               among
            
             
               In
               our
               owne
               snares
               vnluckily
               are
               caught
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               our
               attempts
               fall
               instantly
               to
               naught
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Counsell
               Chamber
               place
               of
               my
               arrest
               ,
            
             
               Where
               chiefe
               I
               was
               ,
               when
               greatest
               was
               the
               store
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               my
               speeches
               noted
               of
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               That
               did
               them
               as
               hie
               Oracles
               adore
               :
            
             
               A
               Parliament
               was
               lastly
               my
               enquest
               ,
            
             
               That
               was
               my selfe
               a
               Parliament
               before
               ,
            
             
               The
               Tower
               hill
               scaftold
               last
               I
               did
               ascend
               :
            
             
               Thus
               the
               great'st
               man
               of
               England
               made
               his
               end
               .
            
          
           
             Michael
             Drayton
             .
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A03327-e110
           
             Plotinus
             .
          
           
             Quintus
             Curtius
             .
          
           
             
               ●ustinus
               ●●b
            
             .
             1.
             
          
           
             Plutarchus
             .
             ●iuius
             .
             Colybius
             .
          
           
             Aristot.
             Cicero
             .
             Prudence
             .
          
           
             Fortitude
             .
             Cicero
             .
          
           
             Cicero
             .
             Temperance
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A03327-e5030
           
             ●his
             letter
             is
             ●●
             
               Flores
               hi●●oriarum
            
             ;
             but
             ●●●
             may
             not
             ●●inke
             that
             I
             do
             〈◊〉
             it
             dovvne
             ●●ereby
             to
             af●●●me
             that
             he
             ●●rote
             it
             .
             For
             ●●●
             persvva●●d
             he
             vvould
             ●●t
             vvrite
             so
             ●●ell
             ,
             and
             yet
             ●●
             appeares
             by
             ●rosius
             and
             o●●ers
             ,
             that
             ●●audius●●ould
             ●●ould
             haue
             ●●de
             Christ
             to
             ●●ue
             bin
             taken
             Rome
             for
             a
             ●●d
             ,
             and
             that
             Senate
             and
             ●●●ell
             so
             at
             va●●●nce
             about
             ●●●
             same
             mat●●●
             .