Albions England A Continued Historie of the same Kingdome, from the Originals of the first Inhabitants thereof: With most the chiefe Alterations and Accidents theare hapning, vnto, and in the happie Raigne of our now most gracious Soueraigne, Queene Elizabeth: Not barren in varietie of inuentiue and historicall Intermixtures: First penned and published by William Warner: and now reuised, and newly inlarged by the same Author: Whereunto is also newly added an Epitome of the whole Historie of England |
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CHAP. XXXII.
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It rests, fifth Henries Sonne, that made the Henries more by one,
Did in his Infancie possesse his conquering Fathers Throne,
And happely was rulde a Child, & rulde an happie man,
Till with his Parrasites his Peeres and hee with them began
A bloodie quarrell: offering so vnto the Yorkest, spright
For to reclaime, in bold attempts, their discontinued right.
Richard Plantagenet, the Duke of Yorke, by Warwickes ayde,
Did get the Goale, not long enioy'd, for he in Armes decayde,
Subdued by King Henries Queene, when as by friends and force
He had in Parlament obtaynde in euery clause his corse.
For, mounted thear the Kingly Throne, that Yorkish Heros sayd,
Here should I speake, and shall I hope: and so his Claime conuayd
From Clarence his Progenitor, with reasons such amoung,
As, he Protector of the Realme, King Henries heires were wrung
From all Reuersion: hearts and eares did so applaud his toung.
Edward his Sonne, then Earle of March (the Duke his Father slaine)
Wonne, by the Earle of Warwickes ayde, in double battell Raigne.
King Henry fled to Scotland, and the Queene and Prince their Sonne,
From France sollicet Succors, which vnto their losse they wonne.
Henry was taken, they and their Confederates were subdu'd:
Yeat still the Queene escaped, and she armour still pursu'd.
But, Warwicke pleased, all attempts did faile to Edwards Foes,
Displeased, Edward fayled, and declined Henry rose:
He crowned Either, and the same discrowned them againe.
Admyrd of all, belou'd of all, howbeit lastly slaine
By Edward, whilst he did vphold vnchauncie Henries Raigne.
Did in his Infancie possesse his conquering Fathers Throne,
And happely was rulde a Child, & rulde an happie man,
Till with his Parrasites his Peeres and hee with them began
A bloodie quarrell: offering so vnto the Yorkest, spright
For to reclaime, in bold attempts, their discontinued right.
Richard Plantagenet, the Duke of Yorke, by Warwickes ayde,
Did get the Goale, not long enioy'd, for he in Armes decayde,
Subdued by King Henries Queene, when as by friends and force
He had in Parlament obtaynde in euery clause his corse.
For, mounted thear the Kingly Throne, that Yorkish Heros sayd,
Here should I speake, and shall I hope: and so his Claime conuayd
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As, he Protector of the Realme, King Henries heires were wrung
From all Reuersion: hearts and eares did so applaud his toung.
Edward his Sonne, then Earle of March (the Duke his Father slaine)
Wonne, by the Earle of Warwickes ayde, in double battell Raigne.
King Henry fled to Scotland, and the Queene and Prince their Sonne,
From France sollicet Succors, which vnto their losse they wonne.
Henry was taken, they and their Confederates were subdu'd:
Yeat still the Queene escaped, and she armour still pursu'd.
But, Warwicke pleased, all attempts did faile to Edwards Foes,
Displeased, Edward fayled, and declined Henry rose:
He crowned Either, and the same discrowned them againe.
Admyrd of all, belou'd of all, howbeit lastly slaine
By Edward, whilst he did vphold vnchauncie Henries Raigne.
So Warwicke perisht, Henry so refalne from kingly state
Was reimprison'd, & his Queene did land her aydes too late:
But, landing, when of Barnet field she heard the luckles fate,
(Albeit Knights Lancanstrians store did flocke in her defence)
She stoode a second Niobe, bereft of speech and sence:
And whilst the Duke of Somerset, an ouer-hardie Knight.
Did brauely marshall out her force to ouer-matched fight,
Hers and King Henries Sonne, the Prince of Wales, a proper Lad,
In comforting his mother did continue her more sad.
Ah Sonne, quoth she, through oft mishhaps mishaps I can disgest,
I feare for thee, for thee the hope that to our House doth rest.
Now all are tryed we can trust, if now we faile we fall:
Thy death is in the same request as is thy Fathers thrall,
And (which I would it were the worst) the Foe doth thirst my life,
To end his Triumph in the deaths of Husband, Sonne, and Wife.
Though thy great-Grandsier, Grandsier, & thy Father wonne & wore
The King-ring, which thy Father hild yeares thirtie eight and more,
Though by the cappitall Remotes of Lancaster withstood,
Yeat fayle prescription and discents, now lacke they but our blood.
Then learne against thou proue a man (ah hardly hope I so)
The Line Lancastrian naturally doth labour of that Foe.
Was reimprison'd, & his Queene did land her aydes too late:
But, landing, when of Barnet field she heard the luckles fate,
(Albeit Knights Lancanstrians store did flocke in her defence)
She stoode a second Niobe, bereft of speech and sence:
And whilst the Duke of Somerset, an ouer-hardie Knight.
Did brauely marshall out her force to ouer-matched fight,
Hers and King Henries Sonne, the Prince of Wales, a proper Lad,
In comforting his mother did continue her more sad.
Ah Sonne, quoth she, through oft mishhaps mishaps I can disgest,
I feare for thee, for thee the hope that to our House doth rest.
Now all are tryed we can trust, if now we faile we fall:
Thy death is in the same request as is thy Fathers thrall,
And (which I would it were the worst) the Foe doth thirst my life,
To end his Triumph in the deaths of Husband, Sonne, and Wife.
Though thy great-Grandsier, Grandsier, & thy Father wonne & wore
The King-ring, which thy Father hild yeares thirtie eight and more,
Though by the cappitall Remotes of Lancaster withstood,
Yeat fayle prescription and discents, now lacke they but our blood.
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The Line Lancastrian naturally doth labour of that Foe.
The Queene, concluding thus in teares, did then to Armor goe.
Fierce was the Field, and either part did valiantly offend:
But, Edward ouercomming, when the Battell was at end,
The Queene was carried Captiue thence, And Edwards men did bring
Her Sonne the Prince (sole sonne, and heire vnto the captiue King)
Before the Victor, whose demaunds receiuing answers stout,
He thrusts the manly Boy from him, whom Glocester, about
The King (Churle that he was) did stab: (So tragicke was the spight
Betwixt those Linages that oft each others so requite.)
His death was more than death vnto his Parents, but not long
His Father moned vndispatcht alike for death and wrong,
By foresaid Duke of Glocester, of whom succeeds our song.
Fierce was the Field, and either part did valiantly offend:
But, Edward ouercomming, when the Battell was at end,
The Queene was carried Captiue thence, And Edwards men did bring
Her Sonne the Prince (sole sonne, and heire vnto the captiue King)
Before the Victor, whose demaunds receiuing answers stout,
He thrusts the manly Boy from him, whom Glocester, about
The King (Churle that he was) did stab: (So tragicke was the spight
Betwixt those Linages that oft each others so requite.)
His death was more than death vnto his Parents, but not long
His Father moned vndispatcht alike for death and wrong,
By foresaid Duke of Glocester, of whom succeeds our song.
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