The Flovver of Fame Containing the bright Renowne, & moste fortunate raigne of King Henry the viii. Wherein is mentioned of matters, by the rest of our Chronographers ouerpassed. Compyled by Ulpian Fulwell. Hereunto is annexed (by the Author) a short treatice of iii. noble and vertuous Queenes. And a discourse of the worthie seruice that was done at Hadington in Scotlande, the seconde yere of the raigne of King Edward the sixt |
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Of the winning of Turwin and Turnay.
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Of the winning of Turwin and Turnay.
Who list to reade of Martiall actes,And of Bellonaes trayne,
May in the eyghth kyng Henryes lyfe,
A Myrror see most plaine.
Of warre shee is the Goddesse stoute,
on whome doth still attend,
The noble crewe and armed rowte
that fatall bowe doth bende.
This direfull Goddesse here rehearst
hath at a call alwaye
Three handmaydes euer readye prest,
her pleasure to obey.
Whereby shee Princes doth correct
and Cities stoute subdue:
That lyue and raigne disorderly,
and rule by meanes vntrue.
The firste is Blood by dynt of Sworde,
The seconde Fyer fierce,
The thirde is Famyn worst of all,
that cruelly doth pierce.
And eyther of them by her selfe
is able to throwe downe
The myghtiest king and Conquerour
that euer yet waer crowne.
But if they all conioyne in one,
what Prince, what realme or lande:
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their powers to withstande:
So puissant these Damsels are,
That on this Goddesse wayte:
And being by their Lady calde,
they then addresse them strayte,
To shewe dame Natures dyrefull kynde,
that shee to them hath yelde:
With terror then they shewe their force
on Castle, Towne or feelde.
This Goddesse and her handmaydes three
with all their myght and mayne:
Alwaies attendant myght you see
vppon king Henries trayne.
The Scottes can well reporte the same,
who felt therof the smarte:
when all the cheefetaines of their Realme
were slayn by deadly darte.
Now let king Iames his griesly ghost
awake from fatall sleepe:
And shewe his hap and rufull fall
that causde all Scotlande weepe.
Let all the Scottish noble peeres,
bewayle the wofull hower:
when they agreede on Bramston hilles
to meete king Henryes power.
But sith from Earth they may not ryse
this dolefull tale to tell:
I will for them declare the trueth
in order as befell.
he euer found vntrue:
Can witnes beare of his great force,
They all his stoutnesse knewe.
And Turwin first shall testifie
his puissance and myght:
Who felt the smart of Fyers rage
with losse of many a knyght.
Now see the sole and onely cause
that he this siege did laye:
In proper person with his power
vnto this townes decaye.
When tract of tyme had tryde the truth,
that Frenchemen wonts to holde,
Whose breache of truce and Princes peace,
No wight could yet witholde.
This Roiall king sent foorth his Shippes,
with hoysed Sayles aloft:
whose force did scoure the coast from foes,
and quaylde their courage oft.
But yet he thought his presence myght
accomplysh many thinges:
That coulde not so in absence bee,
Such is the porte of kinges.
A comfort to the Subiectes all,
A terror to the foes:
A Princes person in the fielde
doth seeledome conquest lose.
His person in the fielde was suche,
As made his Souldiours stoute:
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And make them stande in doubt.
His counsell graue so prudent was,
his wytt so wisely stayde:
That all the rest myght leaue consultes
when he the woord had sayde.
When thus his prudence had perceiude
with iudgement and foresyght:
Now that his antique foes of Fraunce,
deteyned his due right.
He causde his noble Name then
in readynesse to lye.
And he him selfe determined,
Sir Neptunes chaunce to trye.
The Shipmen take their tackles then,
and all thinges redy makes:
With gladsome hartes the Soldiers all
this cheerefull voyage takes.
The Shippes are rygde with all thinges meete
For such a royall trayne.
This noble king is nowe embarkte,
his ryght in Fraunce to gayne.
With noyse of Gunnes and sound of Trumpe,
and stroke of rollyng Drum:
They cut the rage of foming waues,
tyll they to Fraunce are come.
With marching foorth in warlyke wise,
to Turwin towne they bende:
who then perceyues it is hye tyme,
herselfe for to defende.
with tooles of Vulcanes frame:
No thundring noyse of Gunne was sparde,
No flashe of Fyers flame.
But when their eyes could witnes beare,
this king encamped then:
And sawe the siege so stoutly set
with lustie valyant men:
Their hartes began to quake and quayle,
their courage then abate:
They knewe his presence in the Campe
was to his trayne a gate
And strong Portculleys to defende
his lusty Soldiers stoute:
Whose faithfull hartes vnto his grace
for Foes did neuer doute.
A Harolde then with blast of Trumpe,
was sent out of the fielde:
To summon them obediently
vnto their Prince to yelde.
Or else to stande vnto the lot,
that myght to them befall:
By dint of Swoord or Fiers flame,
or Famine worste of all.
Who aunswerd then that they were bent,
the chaunce of warre to trye:
And to defend their furnisht walles,
and theron lyue and dye.
Which messadge being then returnde,
it was a wondrous sight:
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with Turwyn men to fight.
The Trumpets blewe, the Drummes stryke vp
To shewe Sir Mars his lore:
A terror sure it was to heare
the thundring Cannons rore.
The king right lyke a ventrous knight
did nothing balke the brunt:
He comforted the Souldiers all
through euery Bande and Front.
Saint George Saint George they all gan crye,
and fiercely do assayle
Their enemies within the towne,
with hope for to preuayle.
No engin was omitted then
that myght their purpose gayne:
The battry was so fierce and sharpe,
that they in thende were fayne
To parle, and to entreat for peace,
their states for to maintayne.
In fine they craude for mercye then,
Acknowleging their faulte,
Desyring his most noble grace
to cease his sharpe assault.
And they his vassayls woulde become,
and faithfull to his Crowne:
In token of their loyaltie,
they yelde to him their towne.
And all the furniture thereof,
to vse at his owne will:
their bloods not for to spill.
Whose noble aunswer was againe,
Sith you for mercy craue:
We mercy graunt you for your lyues,
from bloody Swoorde to saue.
With Trump and Banner then displayde,
he entreth this his towne:
Saint George his flagg is then aduaunst,
And all the rest throwne downe.
Anno Domini. 1513.
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