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A Metrical History of England

Or, Recollections, in Rhyme, Of some of the most prominent Features in our National Chronology, from the Landing of Julius Caesar to the Commencement of the Regency, in 1812. In Two Volumes ... By Thomas Dibdin

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5. PART THE FIFTH.

From the Signature of Magna Charta to the Death of Edward the Second.

CONTENTS.

Henry III.—Edward I. Llewellyn, Prince of Wales—David of Scotland—Baliol—Bruce—Wallace—Edward II. his Deposition and Death.


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“The sequent reign beheld the beggar'd shore
“Grim with Italian usurers, prepared
“To lend, for griping unexampled hire
“To lend, what Rome might pillage uncontroll'd
Shenstone.

“Les hommes plus estimables sont encore hommes, et montrent encore quelques restes des foiblesses de l'humanité parmi les pieges innombrables & les embarras inséperables de la Royauté.—Tel Critique aujourd'hui impitoyablement les Rois, qui gouvernoroit demain moins bien qu'eux, & qui feroit les memes fautés avec d'autres infiniment plus grandes, si on lui confisit la meme puissance.” Fenelon.

“Mercy,
“Is mightiest in the mightiest! it becomcs
“The throned monarch better than his crown;
“It is an attribute to God himself,
“And earthly power doth then shew likest God's,
“When mercy seasons justice!”
Shakespeare.

HENRY THE THIRD.

Howe'er historians may our Henry blame,
Mercy was ever blended with his name,
Nor should his foibles in our memory live,
Who knew his worst opposers to forgive;
Humane, indulgent, (haply to a fault,)
Tho' wanting energy when cares assault,

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Henry of Winchester, an instance brings,
Of “Mercy throned in the hearts of Kings.”
Eleven years, no more, the Prince had known,
When Pembroke's aid secured him England's throne:
The gallant Regent, Lord of Lincoln fight,
Asserted Henry's, and the kingdom's right;
Compell'd French Louis to depart the land,
And held 'till death, the reins with equal hand.
Hubert de Burgh and Winchester combined,
Rule Albion, one in pow'r, but two in mind;
Each Regent disapproves the other's act,
And jarring counsels the young Prince distract:
The Prelate Winchester is first displaced,
Restored, and Hubert in his turn disgraced.
Successless war with France the state alarms,
And a new Pembroke calls the land to arms;
Against the King, his rebel sword he tries,
Fortune first smiles, deserts him, and he dies;

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And, Winchester a second time expell'd,
The people's discontents are somewhat quell'd.
Not long in quiet did the realm remain,
The flames of evil warfare rage again;
The Sov'reign, whether wisely, or misled,
Fair Eleanor of Provence having wed,
The Barons, jealous of her former friends,
Relume the brand, which far and wide extends;
Simon de Montfort, Earl of Leicester, heads
The martial Nobles, and their army leads;
Aw'd by their active union, Henry signs
The Oxford statutes, and his pow'r resigns
To a Conservative Commission; framed
One half by him, the rest the Barons named;
Again, ill reconciled, the crown and Peers
Are foes, and Civil Broil her standard rears
At Lewes; Henry and each haughty Lord
“Refer decision to the sharpest sword.”
The King, his brother, son, and nephew, ta'en,
Submit to Montfort, and his Barons reign;
We know not if the end what means they tried
May sanction, but it cannot be denied,
To Leicester and his friends, our nation owes
The source whence all her independence flows,

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The Commons' Senate, and the People's Voice.
Long may it's fabric rest upon their choice,
And by it's Freedom tell the nations round,
Safety alone with Liberty is found.
The fate of war, capricious, now ordains
That Edward, Henry's son, shall break his chains;
A third intestine feud at E'sham vale,
Sees Montfort fall, and Henry's son prevail;
Young Leicester's and De Gourdon's prompt defeat,
And Gloucester's fall, submission now compleat
The fame of Edward; and his father's life
Closes unchecquer'd by succeeding strife;
Yet not a Chief of those subdued,
With blood the vengeful axe imbued;
Nor scarce a subject died, as records tell,
Save those who in the sanguine contest fell.
The kingdom in peace, we're by chronicles told,
With the fame that young Edward acquired
“To Palestine hasten'd the hero so bold,”
In whose absence King Henry expired.

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And thus the longest reign in Britain ended—
The present cou'd our warmth of wish extend it
In length, as glory should exceed it far,
And peace, and plenty, cure the ills of war.
These times, 'tis said, old Mathew Paris graced,
Among respectable historians placed,
And those who love worn out poetic lays,
May read two specimens of Henry's days.
 

Son of the late Regent; he afterwards died miserably through the artifices of the Bishop of Winchester, who was himself quickly disgraced by the new Archbishop of Canterbury. Lockman.

Robert of Glocestere, his Character of English Towns.

“In the countrie of Canterburie plenty of fish is;
“And most chase of wild beasts about Salsbrie, I wis, is;
“At London, ships most; and wine at Winchestere;
“At Hartford, sheepe and oxe; and fruit at Worcestere;
“Sope, about Coventry; iron, at Glocestere;
“Metals, lead and tyn, in the countrie of Excestere;
“Evorwick, for fairest wood; Lincolne for fairest men, &c. &c.”

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Part of a Ballad on Richard of Cornwell, King of the Romans,—written 1255.

Richard of Alemayne, while he was King,
He spende alle his tresour upon swyving,
Haveth he nought of Wallingford oferling?
Let him have, as he brew, bale to drying.
Maugre Wyndesore.
By God that is above us, he deede much sin,
That let passen over see th' Erl of Warynne,
He hath robb'd Englonde, the mores and the fenne,
The gold and the silver, and y beren henne.
For love of Wyndesore.
Sir Simon de Montfort hath sworn by ys chyn
Hevede he now here the Erl of Warynne,
Shulde he never more come to ys inn,
Ne with shelde, ne with spere, ne with other gyn,
To help of Wyndesore.

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Sir Simon de Montfort hath sworn by ys fot,
Hevede he now here Sire Hue de Bigot,
Ah! he shulde grant here twelf moneth scot,
Shulde he never more, with his sot pot,
To helpe Wyndesore.
Reliques of English Poetry.
 

Bore it hence.

Hevede, is had.


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“Facta mea, non dicta, vos, Milites, sequi volo; nec
“disciplinam modo, sed Exemplum etiam á me petere.”
Livy, Book vii.

“Helm, nor hanberk, twisted mail,
“Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail
“To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,
“From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears.
“Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride
“Of the first Edward, scatter'd wild dismay,
“As down the steps of Snowdon's craggy side
“He wound with toil, and march'd his long array.
“Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance,
“To arms! cried Mortimer, and couched his quiv'ring lance.”
Gray.

“Oh! I am come from the Holy Land,
“Where saints did live and die,
“Where with valiant might
“Do the Christians fight,
“And have won the victory.”
Glee of the Red Cross Knights.

EDWARD THE FIRST.

The red cross flies in Holy Land,
The Saracen his crescent waves,
And English Edward's gallant band
Seek proud renown, or glorious graves!

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Yet true religion sure they slight
Who deem that worship pure and good
Which offers, reeking from the fight,
Hands deeply dipp'd in human blood!
Surely of life the living Lord
For sinners would have died in vain;
Did his lov'd cause require the sword
Its peaceful doctrine to maintain?
Yet so it was, and 'tis so still,
Mistaken impulse wooes the strife,
Proud to be conquer'd, as to kill,
So she but shews contempt of life.
No matter whose, or what, the cause
For which the front of death we face;
If fashion bids us court applause
To hesitate were foul disgrace.
Edward to aid the sire he loved,
Where British Chiefs with Britons met,
His manly hardihood had proved,
Yet deem'd his honour still in debt.

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That Pagan proselytes might yield
To war's sharp arguments, he fought
Till, from his prowess in the field
They fled, and treach'rous vengeance sought.
A Zealot rear'd the poison'd knife,
Nor less a Zealot had he slain,
But to the Prince he yields his life,
And love's sweet lips the venom drain.
Returning, while on Cyprus shore,
Heralds the solemn tidings bring,
That Edward's father is no more,
And Edward's self is Albion's King.
Now burst his daring passion forth,
And clarions loud proclaim afar,

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To east, and west, to south, and north,
That Edward lives but in the war.
And first Llewellyn's native land,
Where dwelt the genuine British race,
Is doom'd to prove stern Edward's hand,
And feel oppression's iron mace.
Mark! the blood in torrents streaming,
Helm, and shield, and faulchion ring,
Lightning from each buckler beaming.
Hark! the bards indignant sing,
(Flames around their harp-strings gleaming,)
“Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!”
To war's keen sword behold sweet peace succeed,
And Wallia for an instant ceas'd to bleed;
Short was the time the olive branch prevail'd,
Llewellyn, stirr'd by David's honest pride,
Renew'd the strife of nations! fought and fail'd,
And graced the felon block on which he died;

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Next David on the scaffold yields his breath,
And Edward's laurels wither in their death.
His Queen the politic usurper sends
Caernarvon with a royal birth to grace;
And compliments his new made Cambrian friends
With a Welch sovereign of English race.
Next, Scotia, thou wert doom'd to know
Edward a fierce and cruel foe.
Baliol and Bruce from civil feud,
Appeal to England to award,
Whose title was “maist faire, and gude,”
To reign as Caledonia's Lord;
And Edward's arbitrary arbitration
To Baliol decrees the Scottish nation,
Provided to the English Monarch's throne
The King so named does homage for his own;
Baliol with this, at first, complies,
Then, blushing for his bargain, from it flies,

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And, Edward being then at war with France,
'Gainst England Baliol ventures to advance;
But England made a sudden truce
With France, and gain'd the aid of Bruce,
Who sided with the English band,
And luckless Baliol lost his land.
And Scotia too had bow'd her down
For ever to the English crown,

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But Wallace, far-famed Wallace, rose,
The terror of invading foes.
“Scots wha hae wi Wallace bled,”
Cou'd ye my feeble muse inspire,
With soul of feeling, and of fire,
To sing the good, the valiant dead!
Whose patriot aims by men of birth,
(Poor substitute for genuine worth),
Were meanly thwarted, cool'd, and crost,
Till what his talents gain'd their envy lost;
Who after many a hard fought field,
Where English chiefs were fain to yield,
In Falkirk's long remember'd fight,
(His band preferring death to flight,)
When left alone to stem the day,
Still kept his enemies at bay,
And from his native shelt'ring rocks,
Awhile fierce Edward's fury mocks;
Till Fortune, fickle, worthless, blind,
The patriot to his foe resign'd,
The savage foe by honour unconfin'd,
Again bids “hangman's hands” pollute the brave,
And dooms an Hero to a Traitor's grave.

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Comyn next leads the plaided warriors on,
And Stirling battle is by England won;
Still are the Scots determin'd to oppose,
And treat intruding Edward's friends as foes.
Till the revengeful King in proud array,
Swears to make Scotland bend beneath his sway;
Or to exterminate the hardy race,
Who greatly scorn'd to give invasion place:
But Heaven, in all its dispensations just,
Levell'd the haughty monarch with the dust.
Thus Longshanks fell, and thus did he bequeath,
His hate to Scotia with is dying breath.
Edward, my gallant son,” the monarch cried,
“Carry my bones against the Scots,” and died.
In this reign Wickliffe lived, and Roger Bacon:
One preach'd reform, Rome thunder'd, he preach'd louder;

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The second, or historians are mistaken,
From nitre found the way to make gunpowder;
But Bacon was of fellow men a lover,
Nor would the death-fraught recipe discover:
Some manuscripts, he left behind, reveal'd
What his humanity had kept conceal'd.
That poetry in progress was but slow,
These lines of “Adam Davie,” serve to show,
(Adam was Marshall styled of Stratford Bow).
“To our Lord Jhesu Christe in heaven,
“I, to-day, shew mine swyven;
“That ich motte, in one nycht,
“Of a knyghte of myche mycht,
“His name is yhole, Syr Edward the Kyng,
“Prince of Wales, Engelonde, the fair thynge.
“Me motte that he was armed well,
“Both with yrne and with stele;
“And on his helm that was of stele,
“A coroune of gold becomen him wele;
“Before the shryne of St. Edward he stood,
“Myd glad cheere, and mylde of mood.”
 

Eleanor of Castile, consort to the Prince, is said, at the imminent hazard of her own life, to have preserved that of her husband, by extracting the poison with her lips.

He received at the same time intelligence of his son's death, a boy six years of age, which he received with resignation; but appeared extremely afflicted at the death of his father: some surprise being expressed at this, he observed, the loss of a son he might hope to replace; but that of a father was irreparable. Andrews, &c.

Gray.

It is but justice to observe, that the tale of Edward's cruelty to the Welch Bards is much disputed. Andrews says, “It has little authority on its side, except an obscure tradition, and a hint in the Gwydir MS.”

Edward the Second, born at Caernarvon Castle. The Welch had promised, it is said, to be satisfied with a native prince, who could not speak a word of English, and this ruse of Edward's perfectly succeeded.—Vide The Chapter of Welch Princes at the end of this reign.

Edward was delighted when Baliol, by refusing to go and pay homage, gave him pretence to subdue Scotland. “Ha,” said he, “Le fol felon tal folie fait! S'il ne voulut venir à nous, nous “viendrons a lui.”—“Is he then so great a fool! Well, if he will not come to me, I must e'en go to him.” Fordun.

The wife of Bruce, while at the English court, had the following odd attendant allowed her: “a footboy, sober, and not riotous, to make her bed.” Rymer's Fædera.

She had also three men and three women servants, three greyhounds, plenty of fish and game, and the fairest house in the manor. J. P. Andrews.

At the battle of Dunbar, where Baliol was taken prisoner, and Edward became possessed of the national regalia, together with the fatal stone, on which was engraven,

Ni fallat fatum, Scoti quocunque locatum,
Invenient Lapidem, Regnare tenentiur ibidem.

Anglice.

Or fate's deceived, and heav'n decrees in vain,
Or where they find this stone, the Scots shall reign.”

Camb-Wals.

He called the God of Mercy (a most ill-applied attribute) to witness that he would utterly exterminate the Scotch revolters, which oath was rendered more solemn (according to the strange romantic turn of the age) by the presence of two milk white swans with trappings of gold, which were brought into West-minster-abbey on this occasion, and had their part in the sacred rites of the day. Speéd.

He called the God of Mercy (a most ill-applied attribute) to witness that he would utterly exterminate the Scotch revolters, which oath was rendered more solemn (according to the strange romantic turn of the age) by the presence of two milk white swans with trappings of gold, which were brought into West-minster-abbey on this occasion, and had their part in the sacred rites of the day. Speéd.

Dream.

Dreamed.

Called.


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As the Title of PRINCE of WALES has from this period been given to the eldest sons of the Kings of England, it may not be intrusive to insert here a brief but correct Chronology of the Princes of Wales, from Cadwallader, which was written by the Author of this Work some years ago, at Caermarthen, and frequently sung to the air of Collins's “Chapter of Kings.”

The Chapter of Welch Princes.

I

When Cadwallader, tired of staying at home,
Was bit by the Monks, and retired to Rome,
Prince Ivor reign'd next, of his subjects the hope,
Till he too went over to visit the Pope;
Yet barring all pother,
Of this, that, or t'other,
All came to be Princes in turn.

II

Then Roderick the first govern'd Cambrian land,
And after him Conan took sceptre in hand;

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Next Merfyn, the valiant, who perish'd in fight,
When Rod'rick the Great became Britain's delight.
Yet barring, &c.

III

Sanguine and brief was Prince Anaraud's reign,
Till in battle himself and his son were both slain;
(Most reigns at this period with discord were curst,)
Next Edwal succeeded, then Howel the first.
Yet barring, &c.

IV

Iago and Ievaf together bore sway,
Who six hundred wolves' heads to England did pay,
Brave Howel the second in war met his death;
And a brother deprived poor Cadwalhan of breath.
Yet barring, &c.

V

Prince Meridith died of a broken heart,
Edwal the second by Sweyno's dart;

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Ædan in battle too finish'd his race,
And Llewellyn by traitors who wanted his place.
Yet barring, &c.

VI

Iago the second by treachery fell,
As did Gryffyd the first, tho' he reign'd long and well;
And Blethyn ap Confyn, was murder'd too,
By Trahaern, whom Gryffyd in battle slew.
Thus barring, &c.

VII

Good Gryffyd the second ruled many bright years,
And his tomb was bedew'd by a whole nation's tears;
He by Owen was follow'd his offspring and heir;
Next David succeeding, was hurl'd from the chair.
For barring, &c.

VIII

Llewellyn the second, so good and so great,
To David the second bequeathed his state;

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Llewellyn the third, like a hero did reign,
Till by Edward of England he basely was slain.
Yet barring, &c.

IX

Caernarvon gave birth to the next British Prince,
And England's first-born have been Sov'reigns since;
While loyal, affectionate, hardy, and free,
The Welch have remain'd, and for aye may they be.
And Cambria united see all of her Princes
Come safe to be Kings in their turn.

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“Now, lighter humour, leave me and begone,
“Your passion poor yields matter much too slight:
“To write these plagues that then were coming on,
“Doth ask a pen of Ebon, and the night;
“If there be ghosts their murder that bemoane,
“Let them approach me, and in piteous plight,
“Howle, and about me with black tapers stand,
“To lend a sad light to my sadder hand.”
Drayton.

To illustrate his character, let us view his common amusements from an old French MS. of his private expences:—

Item.—Paye a Jak de scint Albon, peyntre de Roi qui daunsa devant le Roi sur une table, et lui fist grandement rire, &c.

The extract is long, and not easily understood from the obsoleteness of the language; but it proves that the King played at tossing up “heads and tails” for farthings, besides rewarding the above-mentioned buffoon for making him laugh by dancing on a table; he remunerated another for tumbling off a horse before him. Moreover that he made a party on the water in a returned faggot barge, and bought cabbages of the gardeners on the banks of the Thames to compose his soup.

Ancient Relics.

EDWARD THE SECOND.

Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,”
When second Edward claim'd the regal sway;

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A reign of imbecility and care,
A life of terror closed in sad despair.
A scene unchanged of fierce, domestic jars,
Rebellion, tyranny, and civil wars,
Mark'd the whole period of a monarch's rule,
Who knew not how to learn in sorrow's school.
Adversity should prove a wholesome friend,
And past experience teach us how to mend;
But who of mild correction takes no heed,
Lost to reflection, must be lost indeed!
Could turn of face or majesty of form,
Shield from misfortune's overwhelming tide,
Edward had weather'd the relentless storm,
Nor under pangs unprecedented died.
The eye of beauty beams with dazz'ling light,
Yet brighter far the lustre of the mind:
And dark and cold as drearest winter night
The soul to intellectual pleasure blind.
Immersed in soft effeminacy's down,
The feeble Prince his subjects good neglects
For minions, who monopolize the crown,
And stain the sceptre which their vice protects.

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The pamper'd Gaveston, of favour vain,
First rous'd our angry Barons' slighted pride;
Till forced to banish him, the King with pain,
Escorts his darling to the vessel's side.
Soon he return'd, again in exile sent,
Edward once more his favourite recalls;
The land o'erflows with furious discontent,
And, spite of royal frowns, the Gascon falls.
Next in the list, two worthless Spencers came,
Whose arrogance the people's rage renew'd;
Who peaceful England gave to quenchless flame,
And harmony exchanged for civil feud.
The Scotch too, mindful of their former woes,
When the first Edward with his spoilers came,
At Bannockbourn on their now humbled foes
Take great revenge and win eternal fame.
Baffled by Bruce, the King of England bends
To terms prescribed, that wars abroad may cease;

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Yet loses all his best domestic friends
By follies which at home destroy his peace.
The Spencers driven from their native land,
For rude extortion and oppression sore;
Turn pirates, and with fierce marauding band,
Infest the coast they oft had robb'd before.
Great Lancaster the Barons' phalanx leads,
Edward for once against a foe succeeds;
And his opponent on a scaffold bleeds.
But Isabel, the monarch's angry wife,
(Jealous of influence the Spencers gain, )
Against her husband mingles in the strife,
And thoughtless Edward quickly ceas'd to reign.
Disgust had made the Queen repair
To seek her brother, Charles the Fair;

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Then leagued with Philip of Hainault,
Her lord and sov'reign to assault.
Yet who shall free the Gallic dame
From stigma, and deserved blame;
Was it for her the mote to spy
That haply dimm'd her consort's eye:
When Mortimer as it should seem,
Was, in her own, a monstrous beam.
Drayton, thy verse can better tell,
The hapless King what next befell;
Deposed, deserted, and disgraced,
In Ruffian restriction placed,
To insult cruelly exposed,
With agony his being closed!
Gurney, Mautravers, and the crew,
Who dared so fell a crime to do,

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Were punish'd for the blood they spilt,
Yet live immortalized in guilf.
Oh! may the careless, thoughtless, great,
Profit by reading Edward's fate,
And men of cruel nature know,
Like Edward's murd'rers, more than Edward's woe.
The Spencers, who had caus'd this strife,
Paid for delinquency with life;
And what the folks of England gain,
Is, Edward's son styled King in vain,
While Mortimer and Isabella reign.
 

Gaveston returning in 1312, the whole kingdom was up in arms; the favourite was besieged in Scarborough, taken, and beheaded by the Earl of Warwick.

Thomas, Earl of Lancaster, grandson of King Henry III.

Isabella of France, daughter of Philip le Bel, the greatest beauty of her age, whom Edward's father had in his dying moments conjured him to marry.

The Spencers were recalled and loaded with fresh honours.— They were, however, on the King's fortunes suffering a reverse, both executed by the Queen's and Mortimer's party.

Miscreants, who after practising every degradation on the deposed King, that meanness and malice could invent, put him to a most excruciating death in Kenilworth Castle. When to add to other atrocious indignities, they brought cold and dirty water for Edward to shave with, the unfortunate Monarch, whose tears flowed fast, exclaimed, “You see I have warm water “in spite of you!” It is some alleviation to know that all concerned in Edward's murder met signal retribution. Gurney died by the hands of the executioner; Mautravers perished for want; Edmund, Earl of Kent, who conspired against the King, his brother, was beheaded through the intrigues of Mortimer, and the Queen; of whom the former was hanged, and the latter imprisoned for life.

Adam de Orleton, Bishop of Hereford, is said to have sanctioned the assassination of Edward by this ambiguous line:

Edwardum occidere, nolite timere, bonum est.

Or,

Edwardum occidere nolite, timere bonum est.

The punctuation making it either,

Edward to slay avoid, to fear 'tis good.

Or,

Edward to slay, avoid to fear! 'tis good.

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Royal Poetry of this Reign.

Edward was learned, tho', like me, no poet;
The following lines, his own, may serve to shew it;
When, to a dungeon fallen from a throne,
The royal sufferer thus made his moan:

Written by Edward the Second.

(On the authority of Fabian.)

Damnum mihi contulit
Tempore brumali,
Fortuna satis aspera
Vehementis mali.
Nullus est tam sapiens,
Mitis, aut formosus
Tam prudens virtutibus,
Cæterisque famosus
Quin, stultus reputabitur
Et satis despectus,
Si fortuna prosperos
Avertat effectus.

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Imitated by J. P. Andrews.

On my devoted head
Her bitterest showers,
All from a wintry cloud
Stern fortune pours;
View but her favourite,
Sage and discerning,
Grac'd with fair comliness,
Famed for his learning;
Should she withdraw her smiles
Each grace she banishes,
Wisdom and wit are flown,
And beauty vanishes.
 

Of these verses, which Bishop Tanner styles, “Lamentatio gloriosi “Regis Edwardi, de Karnarvon, quam edidit temporæ suæ incarcerationis.”

Horace Walpole says,

I should believe that this melody of a dying Monarch is about as authentic as that of the old poetic warbler the Swan, and no better founded than the title of Gloriosi.

Catalogue of Royal Authors.

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“Honi soit qui mal y pense.”
Motto of the Garter.

“Edward first enroll'd
“His Redcross Knights, and Barons bold.
“Whose vacant seats, by virtue bought,
“Ambitious Emperors have sought;
“Where Britain's foremost names are found,
“In peace beloved, in war renowned;
“Who made the hostile nations moan,
“Or brought a blessing on their own.”
Tickell.

“Ich Dien.”
Motto of the Black Prince.

“Whose ripe manhood spread our fame so far,
“A sage in peace, a demi-god in war;
“Who stern in fight made echoing Cressey ring,
“And mild in conquest, served his captive King?”
Tickell.

EDWARD THE THIRD.

With form and aspect to command respect,
With mind, desert and talent to protect,
Edward presents a model to admire:
His subjects' hearts before their sov'reign bend;
The widow's guardian, and the orphan's sire;
Foe to the vicious, to the good a friend.

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Domestic happiness his rich reward,
Link'd to his Queen by mutual regard;
Proud of a son, whose better scarce drew breath,
Through life beloved, lamented in his death.
The King, while yet his years were but sixteen,
Saw Mortimer ascendant o'er the Queen;
Indignant at their joint and lawless rule,
Scorning to be a mean, convenient, tool,
He boldly took the reins, well knowing, he
Who rules o'er Freemen should himself be free.
“To Nottingham, the north's imperious eye,
“Which as a pharos doth survey the soile,
“Armed by nature, danger to defie,
Marche to repose him after all his toile.
“Where treason (least advantage might espie)
“Closely convey'd his past price valued spoyle;
“That there residing from the publique sight,
“He might with measure relish his delight.”
There with “ninescore of special worth and sort
Marche and the Queen maintaine one equal port.”

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So Drayton sings, and further sings how “he
“And the bright Queen rule all things by their might,
“The state wherein at Nottingham they be,
“The cost wherewith their pompeous court is dight,
“Envy'd by those their hateful pride that see:
“The King attempts the dreadful cave by night;
“Entering the castle, taketh him from thence,
“And Marche at London dyes for his offence.”
The King's fair fame but owns a single blot,
Ambition taught him to deceive the Scot;

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Baliol against his native plains allied,
With Caledonian blood his broad sword dyed;
At Hallidown too, mournful legends tell,
The Douglas with his thirty thousand fell.
Turn we the page to where the regal lance
With more of honour thins the ranks of France;
To where in naval fight 'tis Edward's boast
Their fleet to vanquish on the Flemish coast;
Two hundred ships destroyed, some tell us more,
With thirty thousand corses, fright the shore;
The King, with half their force, this vict'ry gains,
And England's flag most gallantly maintains;
With less success the warlike chief, on land,
Headed an Anglo-German-Flemish band,

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A short-lived peace suspends a weak campaign,
Till quarrels, for the duchy of Bretagne,
“Cry havock! and let loose the war” again.
Edward to 'venge his friend, the slain Artois,
Joins Montfort's party against Charles de Blois:
While valiant Jane de Montfort leads the fight,
To vindicate a captive husband's right;
Sustaining 'gainst De Blois' superior powers,
A fierce blockade and siege in Hennebonne Towers,
Where, nearly forced by famine to give place,
Sir Walter Manny saves her from disgrace;
From conquest almost gain'd, her foes retreat,
Aw'd by the presence of an English Fleet!
The muse to aid with mingled power of pen,
Cou'd time, fame, vict'ry, furnish each a wing,
She might essay, but faintly even then,
The laurels won on Crecy's plains to sing.
With what success then shall her humble plume
Of goose-quill uninspired, the task asume?
Dare she attempt the praise of England's King,
Who like the lion cross'd in wish'd retreat,
Turn'd sudden on his hunters? dare she tell

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How the Black Prince, high thron'd in valour's seat,
Directed fortune as by magic spell,
And saw Bohemia's Monarch at his feet,
While round him Gallia's choicest leaders fell?
Alas! she knows not or to praise or blame
The King, who cared but for the Prince's fame,
And valued less his safety than his name.
When nearly overpower'd the youthful chief,
(His age fifteen,) sought from his sire relief;
No, cried the father, with demeanour stern,
My aid would snatch the laurel he may earn,
More worthy he to grace a future throne,
Who can in danger make success his own,
And owe the glory to himself alone.
Bohemia's King, eleven leaders more,
Who regal ensigns on their armour bore,
With eighty bannerets, twelve hundred knights,
Of nobles, fifteen hundred—men of name;
Four thousand (so undoubted hist'ry writes),
With thirty thousand soldiers of less fame,

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Fell on that ever memorable day:
While Edward's loss was only, strange to say,
Three knights, one valiant squire, and few indeed
Of private station who were known to bleed.
Calais, besieged, great Edward's pow'r defies,
Till “famine cling them,” and the King enraged,
Soon as the city at his mercy lies,
To punish those whom self-defence engaged
In patriot warfare, to their pray'r for peace,
Decrees from slaughter 'ere the sword shall cease,
Six of their noblest with disgrace shall die:
Six, self-devoted, to the threat reply;
But great and good Phillippa's suppliant breath,
Saves Edward from dishonour, them from death;
Phillippa who from England came,
With more of wreaths for Edward's name.
The Scottish King who vainly thought,
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Our land, with loss of crown the effort bought,
And by Phillippa's arm was prisoner made
At Nevill's Cross, where, fatal to his reign,
Of valiant Scots are fifteen thousand slain.
His son and comrades to reward,
For triumphs won in contest hard,
O'er Edward's oft defeated foes,
The Order of the Garter rose.
'Tis said of gayer origin it came,
The story coupled with a lady's name,
Yet, with due rev'rence to the lovely dame,
(We delicately touch so soft a string)
Tho' great effect from little cause may spring,
'Twere better here to have it understood,
As royal guerdon for the great and good.
Glory, untired of decking Edward's helm,
(And with her beams his enemies to whelm)

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Again illumes the Sable Prince, who gains
Another day, unmatch'd in former reigns:
A second Crecy to the first succeeds,
At Poictiers, scene of more than mortal deeds;
With front unmoved, the Prince beholds advance,
To crush his little band, the power of France:
Attacked by Monarch, Princes, Nobles, all,
He sees their Princes, Nobles, Warriors, fall;
Hears their King own himself in grief's despite,
Surpass'd in courtsey as foil'd in fight;
While England views her sovereign mildly greet
Two captive Monarchs kneeling at his feet.
A cloud at length obscures the brilliant day,
Young Edward, after deeds excelled by none,
'Mid dazzling career was snatch'd away,
And with him, for a while, set England's sun!
Scarcely a year his mourning sire survived
The darling son in whom his glory lived;

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And prov'd, however fortunate and brave,
“The paths of glory lead but to a grave.”
Tho' yet our stubborn language gave small scope,
To poesy and “lisp'd in numbers” still;
Chaucer gave birth to a prophetic hope,
Of what succeeding ages might fulfil.
From him and others, en passant, we chuse,
Some dozen lines, which occupy a place,
Not as fair samples, haply of the muse,
But the gradations of our tongue to trace
Since our last extract—and because their rhymes,
In some sort, sketch the manners of the times;
And, first from Chaucer, we are taught to guess
At style of living, cookery, and dress.
 

Mortimer was created Earl of March, at the close of the last reign, in 1327.

Drayton.

Drayton.

A labyrinth constructed under the castle, through which the King's guards made way to the apartment, where,

“Vnarm'd was March (she onely in his armes)
“Too soft a shield to beare their boys'trous blowes,
“Who least of all suspected such alarmes.”

Taking an ungenerous advantage of some border excursions, he declared the treaty of Northampton broken, and besieged Berwick; while Baliol (who had been intruded on the Scots as King by Edward, to the prejudice of David Bruce, and chased back to England by the indignant natives,) with an English army entered Scotland, and made Moray, the Regent, prisoner. Archibald Douglas, who succeeded to the Regency, attacking the English, with more courage than conduct, at Hallidown Hill, was slain with the principal nobility, and the army utterly destroyed, with hardly any loss on the side of Edward.— And says an old MS. in the Harleian Collection,

“This was do, with mery soune,
“With pipes, trompes and tabors therto,
“And loud clarionnes they blew also.”

Vide J. P. Andrews.

The French are said to have had four hundred vessels, out of which number they lost two hundred and thirty: while Edward's fleet only consisted of two hundred and forty. It is presumed these ships were principally transports, and those but of small dimensions; the disparity of numbers, however, serves to prove that the bravery and conduct of the British were always supereminent on the ocean.

Four thousand men at arms, which implies a distinction, are given in the list; besides thirty thousand common soldiers.

Phillippa on more than one occasion had the happiness to be successful in the amiable character of an intercessor. In the fourth year of this reign, a scaffold on which the Queen and many ladies were seated to see a tournament in Cheapside, fell down, and the royal and noble auditresses were precipitated from a considerable height; the carpenters would have inevitably suffered death, but the stern Edward was softened by the prayers and tears of the amiable Phillippa.

Though many give credit to what Andrews calls the picturesque story of this order, originating from the Countess of Salisbury's garter, yet he adds from Rastell's Chronicle, that “Some do affirme that this order beganne fyrst by King Richard Cœur de Lyon, at the siege of the citie of Acres, where in his greate necessy tie there were but twenty-five knights that firmlye and surelye abode by him, where he caused all them to wear thonges of blue leythere aboute their legges, and afterwards they were called knights.”

The number of French slain were, two Dukes, nineteen Earls, many Knights and Gentlemen, with several thousand men at arms. The prisoners were still more numerous, at the head of whom was their King John, who was treated with the most delicate respect by his conqueror, after his arrival in England. Henry Picard, Lord Mayor of London, had the honour to entertain the captive Kings of France and Scotland, and the King of Cyprus at one table, with most hospitable magnificence.

Chaucer, styled the first English poet, was page to Edward III. in 1359, married Phillippa, the sister of Catherine Swynford, (the future wife of John of Gaunt,) and is said to have had a large income, he was imprisoned as a Lollard, but ended his life in ease and plenty, at Donnington Castle, Berks, where he composed most of his best productions.

Eating.

“A coke thei hadde with them for the nonce,
“To boil the chikens and the marie-bones,

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“And powder marchaunt, tarte and galengale,
“Well couth he knew a draught of London ale;
“He couth rostè, boilè, grillè, and frie,
“And makè mortries, and well bake a pie;
“For blank manger that made he with the best, &c.”

Drinking.

“We shall have Rumney and malespine,
“Both Ypocras and Vernage wyne,
“Mountrese and wyne of Greke,
“Both Algrade and despice eke,
“Antioche and Bastarde,
“Pymont also and Garnarde, &c.

Spices.

“There was ike wexin many a spice,
“As clowe, gilofre, and licorice,
“Gingiber, and grein de Paris,
“Canell at sette wale of prys,
“And many a spice delitable,
“To eten when men rise fro' table.”

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Dress of an Archer.

“And he was cladde in cote, and hode of grene,
“A shefe of pecockes arrwes bryghte and clene,
“Under his belt he bore full thriftily,
“And in his hand he bare a mighty bowe,
“A not hed haddè he, with browne visage,
“Of wood craft couth he wel al the usage;
“Upon his arme he had a gai bracèr,
“And by his side a sworde and à bokelèr;
“And on the other side a gai daggere,
“Harneised well, and sharp as point of spere;
“A christofre on his breste of silken shene,
“An horne he bare, the baudrike was of grene.”
Chaucer.

Spring.

“This was in midst of month of May,
“When birdis sing on ilka spray,
“Melland their notes with seemly soun,
“For softness of the sweet seasoun.
“And leaves of the branches spreeds,
“And bloomis bright, beside them, breeds,

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“And fieldis strawed are with flowers,
“Well favouring of seir colours.”
John Barbour.
 

Mingling.

Their.

Born at Aberdeen, but who, after he was an Archdeacon, obtained a licence from Edward III. to study at Oxford.

Hunger.

“Hunger, in heste, though, hent Wastour by the mawe,
“And wronge him so by the wembe that both his eien water'd;
“He buffeted the Breton about the chekes,
“That he loked lyke a lanterne all his life after.”
Robert Langlande.
 

Fellow of Oriel College.

[And as the new abashed nightingale]

[_]

Chaucer thus describes the delicate distress of a maiden, in first disclosing her affections.

And as the new abashed nightingale,
That stinteth first when she beginneth sing,
When that the herith any hardis' tale,

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Or in the hedgis anie wight stirring,
And after, siker doth her voice outring;
Right so Cresseide (when that her drede stent,)
Open'd her herte, and told him her intent.
 

Hardis, shepherd.

With confidence.

Stopped,


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“Thus when you see this land by faction lost,
“Her nobles slain, her laws, her freedom, lost;
“Let this reflection from the action flow,
“We ne'er from foreign foes can ruin know.
“Oh, let us then intestine discord shun,
“We ne'er can be but by ourselves undone.”
Savage.

“I was not made a horse,
“And yet I bear a burden like an ass.”

“Spur gall'd and tir'd by jaunting Bolingbroke.”

“The skipping King he ambled up and down,
“With shallow jesters and rash basin wits,
“Mingled his royalty with carping fools;
“Had his great name prophaned with their scorns;
“Grew a companion to the common streets,
“That, being daily swallowed by men's eyes,
“He was but as the cuckoo is, in June,
“Heard, not regarded.”
Shakespeare's Rich. II.

RICHARD II. surnamed of BOURDEAUX.

An infant Monarch to the Throne succeeds,
Son of the Black Prince Edward, but in sooth,
No heir to his great sire's illustrious deeds,
Was Richard, “being but a moonish youth;”

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His Uncles Lancaster and Gloucester sway,
With York, whose guardianship the States obey.
Ambitious guardians! to prolong their rule,
They represent their nephew as the tool
Of Nevil and Tresilian, Pole and Vere,
(Who certainly had gained the royal ear.)
Much more his uncles had their charge befriended,
If they in honesty had recollected,
Some faults without exposure may be mended,
And by mild means are ofttimes best corrected.
But, as there's little in this reign,
Save what we must record with pain,
Sans further comment let us try,
A very brief Chronology,
'Twill trouble spare to you and us,
Kind reader if you'll take it thus:
In thirteen hundred seventy-seven,
King Edward went, we hope, to heaven;

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And left his grandson, doom'd by birth,
To wear a careful crown on earth.
In thirteen hundred seventy eight,
Wickliff's opinions posed the state.
And John of Gaunt marched many men
To France,—to bring them back again;
While thirteen seventy nine and eighty,
Are not renowned for matters weighty,
Until a poll tax, ill collected,
Much danger to the land effected;
And caused the evils which were done
In thirteen hundred eighty one.
Wat Tyler and his friend Jack Straw,
Into their own hands take the law,
'Till Walworth knock'd rebellion down,
By cracking Master Tyler's crown;
And 'tis but just in Richard's cause,
To say his gallantry deserved applause,

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The savage crew, by Tyler's death inflamed,
Were by his conduct, mild, yet brave, reclaimed.
The anarchy that er'st prevailed,
Is by friend Andrew's thus detailed,
Translated in a prosperous hour,
From that famed poet Master Gower:
Wat cries, Tom flies, nor Symkin stays aside;
“And Batt and Gibb, and Hyke they summon loud,
Colin and Bob combustibles provide,
“While Will the mischief forwards in the crowd;
Greg hawls, Hob bawls, and Davy joins the cry
“With Larry, not the least among the throng;

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Hodge drubbs, Jude scrubbs, while Tib stands grinning by,
“And Jack with sword and firebrand madly strides along.
In thirteen hundred eighty two,
The King had something more to do;
For doomed to lead a restless life,
Bohemian Ann he took to wife.
In thirteen hundred eighty three,
A Bishop militant we see
Against the French, who does no more
Than John of Gaunt achieved before.
In eighty four and eighty five,
The Scots against our armies thrive;
And Richard loses Joan his mother,
For grief, he would'nt spare his brother.
In thirteen hundred eighty six,
King Richard's favourites play sad tricks;
Degrading so their lord's condition,
The crown was rendered in commission.

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In eighty seven the French confess,
The British Tars command success;
Being by Nottingham's brave fleet.
As since by others, soundly beat.
'Twas Tresil'an and Brembres fate,
To swing in thirteen eighty eight;
“Sponges” who “soak'd authority”
'Till “squeez'd, and then hung up to dry;”
In this year too we find a place
For famous fight of Chevy Chace
In thirteen hundred eighty nine,
The Nobles to the King resign
Unfettered rule, and ninety sees
(Only one year) the land at ease.

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With ninety one some Dæmon sent
Famine and plague and discontent;
Nor ninety two, nor three brought more
Of happiness, while ninety four,
Still to depress the luckless man,
Deprived him of his good Queen Ann;
Who bid the fair no more bestride
Their steeds like men, but first to ride
As now, with decent modest pride,
Gracing the happy saddle's side.

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In ninety five his better star
Assists him in the Irish war;
And 'tis his fate in ninety six,
On Is'bel for a wife to fix,
Some bridegrooms had prefer'd to wait,
The lady's years were only eight.
In ninety seven Glo'ster fell,
And foully too, as records tell.
In ninety eight the banishment
Of Hereford such discontent
Did in his partizans create,
As caus'd the King's ensuing fate;
For Hereford, his father dead,
(He, Duke of Lancaster instead),
Returns with means which soon encrease,
As Richard's failing powers cease;
And Bolingbroke the King deposes,
Whose scene of earthly grandeur closes.

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Forced Albion's sceptre to resign,
In thirteen hundred ninety nine.
And soon in the succeeding year,
By means most horrible we fear,
His spirit sought that Judge most just,
Who sees in Kings but common dust.
'Tis said Piers Exton and eight more,
Of fiend-like ruffians join'd to slay
Their 'prisoned Sovereign, who bore
Himself in knightly sort that fatal day,
Of his opponents killing four,
As tho' the spirit of his sire in death,
Breathed valour from the source which gave the Monarch breath.
 

Shakespeare.

The celebrated John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster; the Earl of Cambridge, afterwards Duke of York; and the Duke of Gloucester; all uncles to the King, were appointed his guardians, he being but ten years old.

Vere, Earl of Oxford, Marquis of Dublin, and Duke of Ireland; Tresilian, a Judge; Michael de la Pole, a merchant's son; and Nevil, Archbishop of York.

A reformer of the Romish Church, he was cited by the Ecclesiastical Courts, but protected against them by the Duke of Lancaster.

Sir William Walworth, Lord Mayor of London, enraged at Tyler's insolence in an interview with the King, struck him to the ground, and the dagger with which he dispatched him is commemorated by a place in the city arms.

Gower's verses as a specimen of this reign's literature may not be unacceptable, particularly from the comic effect produced by putting English nick-names into a Latin dress.

Watte vocat cui Thoma venit, neque Symme retardat,
Bat que, Gibbe simul, Hykke venire subent.
Colle furit, quem Bobbe juvat, nocumenta parantes,
“Cum quibus ad damnum Wille coire vovet.
Grigge rapit, Dum Davie, strepit, comes est quibus Hobbe,
Larkin, et in medio non minor esse putat,
Hudde ferit, quem Judde terit, dum Tibbe juvatur,
Jakke domosque vivos vellit, & ense neeat, &c.”

Isaac.

Norwich.

She broke her heart because Richard would not forgive Lord Holland, her son by a second marriage, for the murder of Lord Stafford's heir. Yet the inconsistent King granted him the next day the very pardon which, however unjust, would some hours earlier have saved his parent's life.

The King was forced through a dread of deposition to abandon his Ministers, and even commit the government of the realm to twelve commissioners appointed by parliament.

He took one hundred and fifty sail.

Celebrated by ancient Scotch Bards as the battle of Otterbourne. —Vide Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, p. 27.

Richard at this period abounded in money, which he raised by various extortions, to squander it away in ridiculous prodigality; of this, John Handinge, a cotemporary poet, “not over smoothly,” sings:—

“Truly I herd Robert Ireleffe say,
“(Clerke of the grene cloth) that to thè housholde
“Came every dayè forth, most part alway,
“Ten thousand folkis, bi his messes told,
“That follow'd the house, ayè as thei wold;
“And, in the ketchin, three hundred servitours,
“And, in eche office, many occup'ours;
“Chamberers also, eke and launderers,
“And ladies fair, with their gentlewomen,
“Three hundred of them occupied were then,
“There was great pride among the officers;
“And of all men far passing their compeers,
“Of rich arraye, and more cost o-us,
“Than was before or since more preci-ous.”

Richard's favorite method of obtaining money, was by loan; the proportions of the respective sums (as given by Andrews, from Rymer's Fædera) will shew the comparative wealth of the English Chies:

“From London, was asked ....................... 10,000 Marks. “York, Gloucester, Salisbury, and Lincoln, each 200 Marks. “Cambridge, Canterbury, & Southampton, each 100 Marks. “Bristol ....................................... 800 Marks. “Norwich ....................................... 500 Marks. “Lynn .......................................... 400 Marks. “Bath, Derby, and Litchfield, each ............. 20 Marks. “Harwich and Liskeard. each .................... 10 Marks.

Daughter to Charles the Sixth of France.

Henry of Bolingbroke, son to the Duke of Lancaster.

A manuscript in the late Royal Library at Paris, entitled Embassies, and numbered 8448, makes the unfortunate Richard reproach the ingratitude of Bolingbroke, in what are given as his genuine words: “Thrice have I saved his life; once my dear uncle of Lancaster (on whom God have mercy) would have slain him for his treason and villainy; and then, O God of Paradise, all night did I ride to preserve him from death. Once, also, he drew his sword on me, in the chamber of Queen Ann! Oh, heaven! how truly is it said that the most deadly foe a man can have, is he whom he has saved from destruction.”

END OF PART THE FIFTH.