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Under the Emperours East as Michael Calaphat. And Theodora Constantin Monomach. 12./Theodora 2d and Michaeljura West as Henry3d begining 1039
  
  
  
  
  
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Under the Emperours East as Michael Calaphat. And Theodora Constantin Monomach. 12./Theodora 2d and Michaeljura West as Henry3d begining 1039

The Turks brought by the Hagarens do take
Now Babylon: and th'Arabs do assault.
And now Constantinople come a baite
These Emperours are found in Such greate fault
They are so Perboild in their Lusts that they
Have ruin renderd them to be their pay.

391

Europe all ore is full of Fire and Swords
Justice will pay her debt without constraint.
I shall not hence her wars depaint, my Words
Shall unto Smaller instance[s] give paint.
Duke Edrick who betrayd Egelred King.
And Edmond Ironside Slew I hence will bring.
He telling this unto Canutus then
The onely King of England, had reply
I'le make thee Higher than all my Lord, and men.
And strikes his head off, Sticks it up on high
On Lo[n]don Bridge: His body out did pitch
Into the Thames: Some say, 'twas the town Ditch.
That wicked Swane that did so England plague,
Some years before a dreadfull plague did finde.
Who suddenly amongst his knights was made
To yell and Cry, fall down, and dy, resign'd
His Soul up. Some Say Stabd by Edmund's Knife,
By hand unseen. Which tooke away his life[.]
That Kentish Earle, Earle Godwin come to the Stage.
Who promp[t]ed Hardecnute and licence gains
Against the Normans that in honour Sage
Attend the Princes young, as nobles trains
Alfred, and Edward who their Mother, th'queen
Did come to Visit, not a great while Seen.
He with his men at Gilford meets them: and
Slays nine there out of ten, a tith sets by:
Then tithes this tithe, each tenth of't by doth hand
Winding their guts out of them till they dy.
He blinded Alfred, him to Ely sent
Whence quickly he unto his long home went.
Some say they took a gut end through an hole
They in his body out and by goads prick
Him on untill his Intraill round a pole
They stuck, all were rapt. Oh! hellish trick.
But marke the end, the scales do turn, he shall
Now take his turn. Justice doth on him fall.
He with King Edward sits at meat did fling
This out. One brother helps another when
His Son that waited, tript. Whereat the King
Upon this Saying thus replied ag'en.
And I had had a brother to my help
Had it not been for you. This lasht the Whelp.

392

Whereto the Earle replies, oh! King, Let mee
Be Choakt forthwith, ev'n with this bit of bread
If anything against thy brother bee,
By me devisd, or thee. The bit in's head,
His Jaws are forth with Closd: he's Choakt out right
Having his Wish, against his will. Strange Fright.
But I must back again. Harde Kanute
Whose power this Godwin acted in those prancks

1042

In Lambethiolly soon is Struck quite mute

And eight dayes thence falls dead, now Justice Cramps.
And Swane his Sisters Son falls from's horse shy
Scard by an hare, killd on a Stump thereby[.]

1042

This yeare gave birth a Seven years famine too,

An Horrid tempest with great rain doth Storm.
The flemish seas their dams breake dow[n], oreflow

1043

All with it far and nigh are men down born.

Storms, Summer rains offend and autumn Snows
Now little Fruits and Wine. Death also grows.
And now about the Divell tooke away
An English woman Witch who in the aire
Made such a fearfull howling, that they say
Was heard some hours nigh four miles off. Strange fare.
Good forecast! went shee not things to prepare
Against the Witchs came from Peters Chaire?

1045

The Divell like a B[l]ackemore did call

To Bruno then of Wirtsburgh as he sayl
The Danow. Ho, ho, Sir said hee withall
I'm an ill genius, thou art mine, all haile
Where s'ere thou go'st, thou shall in truth be mine
I'le harm thee not as yet, or at this time[.]
But thou again shall see mee e're't be long.
And when they'd passt about some ten mile thence,
To Bosenburgh, and in their Lodgen come
And Salutations hard by had dispensd,
But down the Chamber falls wherein they were.
And Bruno's ruin did therein appeare.

1046

The three Pope Witches Squeezing Peters Chair

To pieces, it as excraments out groans.
And Benits Spirit to him did repare
And Choakt him in the Woods perhaps alone.
Sylvester back is sent, and Gregory
Is judgd unfit Church buriall dignity.

393

Pope Damasus by poison's turnd away
Constance doth feel an Earthquake Cradle rock.
And Certain lakes in Italy they say
That Julius Cesar with Square stones Stopt, drops
Could not get through, ore flow, makes Narny flow
Down bridge, and Buildings much, and men orethrow.
Pope Clement's Choakt by Poison, now again
A Sow a pig pigs with a humane head.
A Hen a Chicken hatcht with four legs plain.
A famine rageth much and with much dread.
A noble man luxurious is assaild
By mice and bats and slain: though stript, it faild.
They now at Rome dug up a gyant tall
Higher than the City Walls, and in his breast
A wound four foot six inches long, withall
At's head a burning lamp compleatly dresst.
Into the Channell droppings of the Street
He being cast, did moulder under feet.
Filius Evandri Pallas, quem lancea Turni
Militis occidit, more suo jacet hîc.
And at his head this Epitaph was writ
And take it as the blossom of Good wit
Here Pallas lies, Evanders Son, in's Shew.
Him whom the Speare of th'Champion Turnus slew.