A Farewell. Entitled to the famous and fortunate Generals of our English forces: Sir john Norris & Sir Francis Drake Knights, and all their brave and resolute followers. ❧  
Whereunto is annexed: A tale of Troy.  
AD LECTOREM.  
Parue nec invidio sine me (liber) ibis ad arma,  
Hei mihi, quod domino non licet ire tuo.  
Done by George Peele, Master of Arts in Oxford.  
AT LONDON ¶ Printed by I. C. and are to be sold by William Wright, at his shop adjoining to S. Mildred's Church in the Poultry. Anno. 1589.   

 
Gallia victa dedit flores, invicta Leones  
Anglia: ius bellj in flore, leone suum:  
O sic O semper ferat Elizabetha triumphos,  
Inclyta Gallorum flore Leone suo.   

¶ To the most famous generals of our English forces by land & Sea, Sir john Norris and Sir Francis Drake Knights.  
YOur virtues famed by your fortunes, and fortunes renowned by your virtues (thrice honourable generals) together with the admiration the world hath worthily conceived of your worthiness: have at this time encouraged me, a man not unknown to many of your brave and forward followers, Captains and Soldiers, to send my short farewell to our English forces. Whereunto I have annexed an old Poem of mine own, The tale of Troy. A pleasant dysconrse, fitly serving to recreate, by the reading the chivalry of England. To whom, as to your ingenious judgements, I dedicate the same: that good minds inflamed with honourable reports of their auncestry, may imitate their glory in highest adventures. And my Countrymen famed through the world for resolution and fortitude, may march in equipage of honour and Arms, with their glorious and renowned predecessors the Trojans.  
Beseeching God mercifully and miraculously, as hitherto he hath done, to defend fair England, that her Soldiers may in their departure be fortunate, and in their return triumphant.  
Geo: Peele.   

❧ A farewell entitled to the famous and fortunate Generals of our English forces. etc.  
Have done with care my hearts, aboard amain,  
With stretching sails to plough the swelling waves.  
Bid England's shore and Albion's chalky cliffs  
Farewell: bid stately Troynovant adiewe,  
Where pleasant Thames from Isis' silver head  
Gins her quiet glide, and ruunes along,  
To that brave Bridge the bar that th'warts her course,  
Near neighbour to the ancient stony Tower,  
The glorious hold that julius Caesar built:  
Change Love for Arms, girt to your blades my boys,  
Your Rests and Muskets take, take Helm and Targe,  
And let God Mars his consort make you mirth,  
The roaring Cannon and the brazen Trump,  
The angry sounding Drum, the whistling Fife,  
The shrieks of men, the princely coursers neigh.  
Now vail your bonnets to your friends at home,  
Bid all the lovely british Dames adiewe,  
That under many a Standard well ●duaune'd,  
Have bid the sweet alarms and broues of love.  
Bid theatres and proud Tr●gadi●ns,  
Bid Mahomet's Poo, and mighty Tamburlaine,  
King Charlemagne, Tom Stukley and the rest  
Adiewe: to Arms, to Arms, to glorious Arms,  
With noble Norris, and victorious Drake,  
Under the Sanguine Cross, brave England's badge,  
To 〈◊〉 religious 〈◊〉,  
And 〈◊〉 a passage with your conquering 〈◊〉  
By 〈◊〉 and Sea: where ever Phe●us eye  
Thetern●ll L●●pe of Heau●n senses us light:  
By 〈◊〉 Tagus or the western Ind,  
Or through the spacious Bay of Portugal,  
The wealthy Ocean main, the Terrhen sea,  
From great Alcides' pillars branching forth,  
Even to the Gulf that leads to lofti● Roms,  
There to deface the pride of Antichrist▪  
And pull his Paper walls and popery down:  
A famous enterprise for England's strength,  
To steel● your sword on Avarice triple crown,  
And cleanse Augeus' staules in Italy.  
To Arms my fellow Soldiers, Sea and land  
Lie open to the voyage you intend:  
And sea or land bold Britons far or near,  
Wha● ever 〈◊〉 your matchless virtue shapes,  
Whether to Europe's bounds or Asian plains,  
To Africa's shore, or rich America,  
Down to the shades of deep avernus crags,  
Sail on, pursue your honours to your graves:  
Heaven is a sacred covering for your heads,  
And every Clyma● virtues Tabernacle.  
To Arms, to Arms, to honourable Arms,  
Hoist sails, 〈◊〉 anchors up, plough up the Seas  
With flying keels, plough up the land with sword,  
In God's name venture on, and let me say  
To you my Mates, as Caesar said to his  
Striving with Neptune's hills: You hear quoth he,  
Caesar, and Caesar's fortune in your ships.  
You follow them whose swords successful are.  
You follow Drake by Sea, the scourge of Spain,  
The dreadful Dragon, terror to your foes.  
Victorius in his 〈◊〉 from Ind,  
In all his high attempts unvanquished.  
〈◊〉 follow noble Norrice, whose renown  
Won in the fertile fields of Belgia,  
Spreads by the gates of Europe, to the Courts  
Of Christian Kings and heathen Potentates.  
You fight for Christ and England's peerless Queen,  
Elizabeth, the wonder of the world.  
Over whose throne th'enemies of God,  
Have thundered erst their vain succesles braves.  
O ten times triple happy men that fight,  
Under the Cross of Christ and England's Queen,  
And follow such as Drake and Norris are.  
All honours do this cause accompany.  
All glory on these endless honours waits.  
These honours, and this glory shall he send:  
Whose honour and whose glory you defend.  
Yours. G. P.   

❧ The beginning, accidents and end of the war of Troy.  

WHilom in Troy 
Troy.  that ancient noble Town,  
Did dwell a King of honour & renown,  
Of port, of puissance, and much fame,  
And Priam 
Priam.  was this mighty prince's name  
Whom in regard of his triumphant state,  
The world as then surnamed the fortunate:  
So happy was he for his progeny,  
His Queen, his Court, his Children and Country.  
Yclypped stately Hecuba 
Hecuba.  was she,  
So fair a creature hardly might you see,  
So brave, and of so comely parsonage,  
And long before she tasted fortunes rage,  
With twenty sons and daughters, wondrous thing,  
This lusty Lady did enrich her King. 
Priam's honours.   
Fruit not unlike the Tree whereof they sprung,  
The daughter's lovely, modest, wise and young.  
The sons as doth my story well unfold,  
All Knights at Arms, gay, gallant, brave and bold,  
Of wit and manhood such as might suffice,  
To venture on the highest piece of service.  
His Peers as loyal to their royal Lord,  
As might ne tainted be for deed or word,  
His Court presenting to our earthly eyes,  
A sky of stars or shining Paradise.  
Thus happy Priam didst thou live of yore,  
That to thy hap could nought be added more:  
Till 'mong the Gods, I wots not what was he  
Eovying though this happiness to thee,  
Or Goddess, or accursed fend below,  
Conspiring thy Troyes wrack and overthrow.  
Alack th●t happiness may not long last,  
That all these braveries been so brief a blast.  
Till one (I say) a venging power or other,  
Buzzed in the brain of the unhappy mother,  
A dreadful Dream, and as it did befall, 
Hecuba with Child with Paris.   
To Priam's Troy, a dream deadly and fatal.  
For when the time of Mother's pain drew nigh,  
And now the load that in her womb did lie  
Began to stir, and move with proper strength,  
Ready to leave his place, behold at length  
She dreams, and gives her Lord to understand, 
Hecubacs' Dream.   
That she should soon bring forth a firebrand,  
Whose hot and climbing flame should grow so great,  
That Neptune's Troy it would consume with heat.  
And counsel taken of this troublous dream,  
The Sooth sayers said, that not swift Sinois stream,  
Might serve to quench that fierce devouring fire,  
That did this brand 'gainst Town of Troy conspire.  
Which to prevent, (a piteous tale to tell)  
Both Sire and Dame 'gainst law and kind rebel,  
And that this fear might so be overblown,  
This babe from Troy withouten ruth is thrown. 
Paris thrown out of Troy.   
But tempted may the gods, not mocked be,  
It is thy fate, nor may thou Troy foresee  
What must befall, thou mayst it not foreknoe,  
Yet Paris lives, and men him called so.  
He lives a shepherds swain on Ida hills, 
Paris a shepherd in Ida.   
And breathes a man 'gainst Troy and Trojans wills  
That threatens fire to Troy, a jolly swain,  
And here me list leave Priam and his train.  
And tend we Paris 〈◊〉 another while,  
How he can Nymphs and shepherds trulls beguile.  
And pypen songs, and whet his wits on books,  
And wrap poor Maids with sweet alluring looks.  
So couth he sing his lays among them all,  
And tune his pipe unto the waters fall,  
And wear his coat of grey and lusty green,  
That had the fair Oenone 
Oenone enamoured of Paris.  never seen  
His 'ticing curled hair, his front of ivory,  
The careless Nymph had near been so unhappy.  
Then was the time when Flora with her flowers,  
Like Iris in her pride and party colours,  
Sat in her Summer 
Summer.  Arbours like a Queen,  
And dight the earth in yellow, blue and green.  
Then Phoebe 'gan a solemn hunting make,  
A feast for Pallas, juno, Venus' sake. 
Diana's feast and hunting. with Pallas, juno, & Venus.   
And on that Ida where king Pr●ams son  
Paris, this lovely shepherds swain did won,  
A wondrous strife and variance did befall,  
Among the goddesses 
The Goddesses contend.  for a golden ball. 
Ate throws the ball.   
That some fell fury threw among them all.  
And fatal was it to this shepherds boy  
That in his bosom bore the bane of Troy,  
To wander by that sacred place alone.  
Belike his Nymph and walking mate was gone.  
And there was chosen judge to end this strife, 
Paris chosen judge of beauty.   
That after lost full many a man his life.  
And thus this doughty daiesman as I reed,  
Did crancklie venture on this thankless deed.  
Whom juno 
juno's offer.  first, the great and stately gods,  
Entiste with honour of much wealth and riches.  
And certes gold hath store of eloquence.  
Him Pallas eke 
Pallas offer.  the Queen of sapience,  
Tempted with wisdom and with Chivalry.  
To win the golden ball bequeathed to beauty.  
But neither wealth nor wisdom might him move,  
When Venus 
Venus' offer.  'gan t'encounter him with love.  
So led away with over vain conceit,  
And surfeyting belike on pleasure's bait,  
As men are wont to let the better go  
And choose the worse, this jolly shepherd lo,  
In hope to win the gallant flower of Greece,  
Fair Helena that brave and peerless piece,  
G●ueth the prize to Lady Venus' grace, 
Paris gives the ball to Venus.   
And ends with endless war this doubtful case.  
Ah Paris, hadst thou had but equal eyes,  
Indifferent in bestowing of the prize,  
Thy humane wit might have discerned well,  
Wherein true beauty of the mind did dwell.  
But men must err, because that men they be.  
And men with love yblinded cannot see.  
Throughout the world the rumour being blown  
Of this event: the man was quickly known,  
And homewards comes forsooth to luckless Troy, 
Paris returns 〈◊〉 Troy from Ida.   
Of yore a shepherds swain, King Priam's boy.  
And in his breast did bear an uncooth heat,  
The strength whereof began to grow so great  
As needs Sir Paris must prepare to see,  
What might the substance of this shadow be,  
That yet his fancy wrought upon so fast,  
So furnished with men and ships, at last  
To Lacedaemon 
Paris expedition to Lacedaemon.  doth this minion come,  
The winds made way, the sea affording room,  
In fine, the cut and voyage being short,  
This Knight arrives at Menelaus Court. 
Paris arrives at Menelaus' Court   
Where such his entertainment was I find,  
As justly might content a princely mind.  
For she was there to give him welcome thou,  
Who more his inward sense than eye did know.  
A lusty, brave, and lively Dame was she,  
A lass well worthy to be Paris fee.  
The Queen herself that hight fair Helen●,  
Whom yet unseen his thoughts did all obey.  
And by the hand she takes her newcome guest,  
And gives him entertainment 
Helen entertains Paris.  of the best.  
Yet stately Troy did flourish in his pride,  
And Priam whom no Prince might mate beside  
T●ll love and hate together did conspire,  
To waste this Town and Realm with wasteful fire.  
The Prince of Troy 'gan eazelie now to see,  
How we●l her person with her fame did 'gree.  
When calling on Dame Venus for his due,  
The King of Sparta 
Me●elaus goes from Sparta.  with a lordhe ●rue  
Must post from home, and leave his wife forsooth,  
To give Sir Paris welcome for his tooth.  
Thus Venus first to help loves policy,  
Advantaged him with opportunity.  
And now as lovers wont their times espy,  
This Lover can his task full well apply:  
And strives to court 
Paris Courts Melen.  his Mistress cunningly  
Whose tender breast the conquering God of Love,  
As wild his Da●e, with arrows 'gan to prove,  
And found it fit for loves impression.  
No sooner was King Menelaus gone,  
But Helen's heart had ta'en so great a flame,  
As love increased with Paris only name.  
And now she 'gan survey his lovely face, 
Helen looks on Paris.   
And curiously observe each courtly grace.  
And after large disputes of right and wrong,  
What did to love and womanhood belong▪  
Ah that this love will be no better ruled,  
Ah that these Lovers nill be better schooled.  
After sweet lyn●s that from this strangers pen,  
Came swiftly to her reading now and then.  
Regard of honour thrown aside by this,  
She arms her boldly to this great amiss.  
And for her heart was from her body he●●,  
To Troy this Helen 
Helen sails to Troy with Paris.  with her Lover wen●▪  
Thinking perdie a part contrary kind  
Her heart so wrought, herself to stay behind.  
And thus hath Paris with his cunning caught,  
The daint●e Bird that all so far he sought.  
No sooner were they started thus away,  
But strait the King, yet all too late a day,  
Had news of this unworthy traitorous deed,  
And after (says my story) gins to speed●.  
But conquering Love that hath no leaden heelns,  
Belike tied wings unto the Troyan● keels. 
〈…〉   
Away flies Paris with his chased prey,  
And lands in Troy the gallant Helena.  
Whom aged Friam and Queen Hecuba,  
With all their noble sons and daughters to  
Welcome with royal feasts and much ado.  
And every lovelit Dame and lusty Knight,  
Do pay the Prince such honour as they might.  
The Peers, the Princes, and the Lords of Greece,  
Touched with the rape of this reproachful piece,  
Not suffering such barbarous villainy,  
Dishonour to their state and Country.  
In fury 'gan the quarrel undertake.  
Not all alone for Menelaus' sake, 
The Greeks undertake Menelaus' quarrel.   
But to rebuke and to avenge beside,  
Helen's false love, Paris adulterous pride.  
Making provision for a lasting war  
That wounded all so deep, and yet the scar  
Remains, and will endure from day to day,  
That teeth of fretting T●ne shall never were away.  
In Aulis 
Aulis.  gulf they mightily assemble,  
Whose power might make the proudest Troy to tremble.  
Lord Agamemnon 
Agamemnon's General of the grecians.  there among them all,  
With Greeks consent was chosen General.  
Before this time a while, as I ●an read,  
Ulysses by the me●nes 
Ulysses saynes madness.  of Palumede,  
Unhappy man was fetched from It●●ica,  
Yet well could counterfeir a cause of stay,  
To tarry with his wife Penclope.  
But private came must common cause obey.  
And though 〈…〉 a madness for the nonce,  
Yet can Sir Palamedes 
Palamedes dysciphers him.  all at once  
To try his wit, offer his tender son,  
Whom while the Sire refused to over-ronne  
That played the frantic plough man all in vain,  
He roundly brought him to the Argive train.  
That for the hate he harboured in his head.  
Nil cease till this Sir Palamede 
Vlyss●● 〈…〉  was dead.  
So Peleus noble son, the great Achilles, 
Achilles' hid by Thetis.   
That loth'lie with the Grecians went to seas,  
Clad by his Dame in habit of a woman,  
Unworthy cowardice of a valiant man.  
But that no cowardice this deed can height▪  
In him that was approved so good a Knight.  
Ulysses 
Achilles' discovered by Ulysses.  with his toys and trifles trim,  
Full like a peddler can decipher him.  
The force of Greece and Armies all by this.  
For want of wind have hoverd long in Aulis. 
The Greeks ●ayd in Aulis.   
What mighty men misdo, the meaner rue,  
So great an ill by lingering doth ensue.  
Nor was there other help but Iphigeneia,  
That might enforce the winds to blow again.  
And will he, nill he, Agamemnon 
Agamemnon sends for Iphigenia.  must,  
If he will termed be a General just,  
Dispatch some trusty messenger or page,  
Under pretence of love or marriage,  
To fetch to Aulis 
Clytemne●●●● comes to Aulis.  gulf the Argive Queen,  
To see the spousalles of fair Iphigeneia.  
And Prince Achilles was her lover named,  
But all untowardly this business framed.  
For Clytaemnestra had espied ere long▪  
Whereto this subtle message did belong.  
In fine, the Virgin slain in sacrifice, 
Iphigenia sacri●zed.   
The Greeks have wind at will, the waters rise.  
How many ills do follow one annoy?  
Now merrily sail our Gallant Greokes to Troy.  
And scour the seas, & cheerly run forth right,  
As shoots a streaming star in winter's night, 
The Greeks arrive at Troy.   
Away they fly, their tackling te●t and tied.  
Top and top gallant in the bravest sort  
And as ye wot, this war and tragic sport  
It was for Helena.  
King Priam now 'gan easily understand,  
How Greeks with all their power were hard at hand.  
And sadly do the peers their Prince advise,  
The while in rage Cassandra 
Cassandr●●● Co●nsell.  calls and cries.  
Render ye Troyans to these madding Greeks,  
The Dame that all this expedition seeks.  
And to this battle bruited far by fame,  
Great aid of Arms on either party came,  
From Tiber, and the quaking Tanais  
To Troy, the Queen of Amazons by this,  
Penthesilea with her warlike band, 
〈◊〉 in aid of Priam.   
Arrived in honour of King Priam's land.  
And overlong it were for me to tell,  
In this afflicting war what hap befell.  
How many Greeks, how many Trojan Knights,  
As Chivalry by kind in love delights.  
Upon their helms their plumes can well advance,  
And twist their Lady's colours in their Lance.  
So love doth make them bold and venturous,  
So hardy was the true Knight Troilus, 
Troilus.   
All for pure love of the unconstant Cressida.  
T'encounter with th'unworthy Diomed. 
Diomedes.   
But leave I here of Troilus to say,  
Whose passions for the ranging Cressida, 
Creside.   
Requires a volume to unfold at large,  
And cunning need he be that takes the charge,  
To paint the colloures of that changing piece,  
Stain to all Dames of Troy and stately Greece.  
And that I may do every man his right,  
Sir Paris mounted in his Armour bright,  
Pricks forth, and on his helm his Mistress sleeve,  
How could that sight but Menelaus grieve.  
And now the Greeks, and now the Trojans may,  
As pleaseth Fortune bear away the day.  
The times of truce set down by Marshal law,  
The Dames of Troy with lovely 〈…〉,  
The hearts of 〈…〉  
The 〈…〉 
〈…〉   
That night 〈…〉 he might his rest enjoy,  
So was his 〈◊〉 gauged whole to Troy:  
That now 〈…〉 this warrior would,  
Or mought I 〈◊〉 no more for love he could▪  
The Camp complames upon his love and ●●oth,  
And charge him with his knighthood and his oath.  
Now rides out Hector, called the scourge of Greeks.  
And like the vn●ath'd Panther pries and seeks  
Where he might prove his 〈◊〉 and ●lorming thus, 
〈…〉   
He lights upon Ac●●lles friend 〈◊〉  
When as the great, Achilles ga● him greet,  
And Lion like runs proudly him to meet,  
For rescue of his friend as he were wood,  
And charging tied his staff in eager mood,  
Forgetful of the 〈…〉  
As Falcon wonts 〈◊〉 stoop upon her prey.  
As Hector had unhorsed Patroch●s tho:  
despoiling him in field, alas for woe,  
Unwares to wreak this 〈◊〉 of his beleeke,  
He slays a peerless Trojan for a Greek.  
And having thus performed this murderous treason, 
Achilles' kyl● Hector.   
He triumphs in the spoils of Priam's son.  
Now 'gan the Gree●ans ●lap their hands for glee,  
But blood will blood so ever mought it be.  
The Trojans glory now 'gan waxen dim,  
And cold their hope, sith death hath seized him,  
That gave them hope and happy fortune to.  
The Mother Queen withouten more ado,  
'Gan whether wit's to wreak this malice done,  
And traitorous murder of her va●ant son.  
When Hector's death was more than half forgot,  
Or at the least dissembled well I wots,  
Full 〈◊〉 g●n this Lady offer make,  
That if the Prince Achilles list to take. 
〈…〉 Polixena to Achilles.   
Her daughter fair 〈◊〉 to spouse,  
In Pallas Temple should he make his vows.  
And thus the Queen that knew no law of Arms,  
Vowed clear to him, and void of further harms.  
But when this Greek did little think of guile  
To work revenge for Hector's death, the while,  
Even in the fatal place, Sir Paris than, 
Paris wounds Achilles in the ●eele.   
With poisoned shaft dispatched the hapless man.  
And where his Mother Thetis him not hent,  
Directly thither was his arrow sent.  
Now lies the great Achilles dead in Troy, 
Achilles dies.   
The Greeks make moan, the Trojans leap for joy.  
And Pri●● doth bestow his bloodless bones,  
Upon his wretched heartless Myrmidons.  
Immediately began a bloody brawl,  
Among the Lords and Greekish Captains all,  
Touching the Armour of this valiant Knight.  
Sir Ajax 
Contention twixt Ajax and Ulysses for Achilles' Armour.  first doth claim it as his right,  
And then 'gainst him the Lord of Ithica,  
Thinks for desert to bear the prize away.  
And of the twain but one might it enjoy,  
And plead they must upon the strand of Troy  
Before the Ships: where Ajax in a heat,  
For that the stomach of the man was great:  
Lays open to the Greeks his service done,  
In their affairs since first this war begun.  
And twits Ulysses with his cowardice.  
But Ajax this for thee may not suffice.  
For though the Targe were overbig to bear,  
And stout Achilles' helm unfit to wear  
For wise Laertes son: yet policy  
That hight indeed the strength of Chivalry,  
Was that where of this Knight doth chiefly vaunt,  
So with his words he 'gan their wits enchant:  
That when he must conclude and say no more,  
A shows the fatal sign, 
〈◊〉  that to the shore.  
A stole by night from Troy, and then (quoth he)  
Bestow it here ye Greekes if ye nill give it me.  
Wherewith he won their hearts & cha●●nde their 〈◊〉  
And from Sir Ajax got the Marshal prize. 
Ulysses wins the Arm●n●.   
The man whom wrath and fury 〈◊〉,  
Not able to endure this open shame,  
foully sought violent means to stint this strife,  
And with a deadly stab reaved his own life.  
And now this wasteful war that lasted long,  
To Dames of Troy and Greece a tedious wrong,  
With hot encounter and unhappy fight,  
And hast ●ed death of many a hardy Knight.  
'Gan grow to this, that Greeks to blear the eyes  
Of their foreweried ●oes, began device.  
And having built a great unwieldy frame  
Much like a Horse, 
The Troyan● Horse.  and well ystuft the same  
with men of war, they make a subtle shoe,  
As though from Troy they homewardment to go,  
And raise the siege, and leave the prize behind,  
But Gods do know they nothing less do mind.  
For as I ween, my History doth say,  
To Tenedos 
The Greeks retire to Tenedos.  the Grecians took their way.  
An I'll that gave them harbour and abode,  
Now leave we there these Greeks to lie at road●▪  
Amidst this hurlie burlie and uproar,  
King Pria● sends away young Pollydore, 
Polydore King Priam's son.   
With store of treasure, and with much muck,  
His youngest son to Thrace, but little lueke  
Ensued this deed: for Polymnestor lo, 
Polymnestor King of Thrace, murders Polydore.   
The thirst of Priam's riches choak● him so,  
A woeful tale as I have heard it told,  
Murders this Prince for lucre of his gold.  
The subtle Sinon 
Sinon's treason.  for his villainy,  
The noted Author of Troy's tragedy.  
When traitorous Greeks had slunk to Tenedos,  
'Gan with the silly Trojans highly gloze.  
And tell a tale p●rdie of little truth,  
Although as it befell of much ruth.  
And so bewitched King Pria●● and his Cours,  
That now at last to Trojans fatal hurt,  
In stead of that might most their states advance,  
They 'gree to hoist this engine of mischance, 
The Troyan● resceive the 〈◊〉 ●uto the town.   
And make a breach like fools, and never lin,  
Till their own hands had pulled their enemies in.  
Thus riot, rape, and vain credulity,  
Binnamed chief Authors of Troy's tragedy.  
The monstrous Horse that in his hugy fides,  
A traitorous throung of subtle Grecians hides,  
'Gan now discharge his vast and hideous load,  
And silently disperse his strength abroad. 
Night.   
It was the time when midnight's sleep and rest,  
With quiet pause the town of Troy possessed.  
The Greeks forsake the ships and make return,  
Now Troy as was foretold began to burn, 
Troy set on fi●e by the Greekes   
And Ilium's stately towers to smoke a pace.  
The conquering Greeks begin a main to chase  
And follow fast their foes, that unawares  
False Sinon had betrapped in his snares.  
Ah what a piercing sight it was to see,  
So brave a town as Troy was said to be,  
By quenchless fire laid level with the soil,  
The Prince and people made the soldiers spoil,  
The unhappy Priam amazed with frights and fears,  
Seeing his Palace flame about his ears,  
Out of his wretched slumber hastlie start:  
And weening to have played a young man's part,  
Girts to his Arming sword with trembling hand,  
But she alas that bore the fatal brand  
That fired the town, the most unhappy Queen,  
Whose like for wretched hap was never seen.  
Said leave my Lord, becomes us not to strive,  
Whom would 〈◊〉 morning Sun ●●ght see alive.  
And fly from aid of men to powers 〈◊〉  
And so with me lay hold on 〈◊〉 shry●e.  
But he whose bloody mind and murdering rage,  
Nor law of Gods, nor reverence of age,  
Could temper from a deed so tyrann●●s.  
Achilles' son, the fierceunbridled Pyrrhns. 
Pyrrh●s.   
His father's ghost belike enticing him,  
With slaughtering hand, with visage pale and dim.  
Hath hent this aged Pri●● by the hair,  
Like Butcher bend to slay, and even there,  
The man that lived so many golden years,  
The Lord and Master of such lordly peers,  
The King of Troy, the mighty king of Troy,  
With cruel iron this cursed Greekish boy  
Rids of his life: as whilom he had done  
With poisoned shaft Paris, old Priam's son. 
Priam's 〈◊〉 the Altar by Pyrrhu●.   
Thus souls by swarms doth press to Plutoes ●all,  
Thus naked Troy, or now not Troy at all.  
done is thy pride, dim is thy glorious gite,  
Dead is thy Prince in this unhappy fight.  
My pen forbear to write of Hecuba,  
That made the glorious Sun his Chariot stay,  
And raining tears his golden face to hide,  
For ruth of that did afterwards betide,  
Sith this vn●●phy Queen survived the last;  
Till Fortune's spite and malice all was passed.  
And worn with sorrow, wexen fell and mad. 
Hecuba mad.   
And all the happiness that Priam had,  
In his mishaps and bloody funeral,  
Was that he saw not yet the end of all.  
His daughters ravished, slain in sacrifice,  
Astyanax 
Polixena sacrisi. Astyanax.  before his mother's eyes,  
The princely babe thrown from the highest tower,  
Thus to our deaths there needeth but an hour.  
Short tale to make, when first the town of Troy  
The Greeks had sacked, to Asia's great annoy,  
When Pyrrhus had the guilty Paris slain, 
Paris slain by Pyrrhus.   
Lo now at last the Greeks have home again,  
With loss of many a Greek and Trojans life  
Unhappy Helen, Menelaus wife. 
Menelaus receives Helen.   
The good Aeneas, 
Aeneas.  whom the God's beleeke,  
Reserved some further better hap to seek,  
With old Anchyses, 
Anchises,  leaves this wretched Town,  
And on the Seas ytossed up and down,  
Arrives in Lavine land, when he had seen  
The bounty of the famous Carthage Queen. 
Dido.   
Whom driven by fates this wandering Knight deceived,  
That him and his so royally received.   

MY Author says, to honour Helen's name,  
That through the world hath been belied by Fame:  
How when the King her fere was absent thence,  
A tale that well may lessen her offence.  
Sir Paris took the Town by Arms and skill,  
And carried her to Troy against her will.  
Whom whether afterward she loved or no,  
I cannot tell, but may imagine so.   
FINIS.