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ADDITIONS MADE IN 1587
Thomas Newton to the Reader, in the behalfe of this booke.
[This address, added in the 1587 edition, followed the index, which was placed after the prose prefaces. Newton's address thus immediately preceded the author's poetic induction.]
Both steele and yron must be tempred well:
(For yron giues the strength vnto the blade,
And steele, in edge doth cause it to excell)
As ech good Bladesmith by his Arte can tell:
For, without yron, brittle will it breake,
And, without steele, it will bee blunt and weake:
Must mettald bee with Nature and with Skill:
For Nature causeth stuffe enough to flow,
And Arte the same contriues by learned quill
In order good, and currant methode still.
So that, if Nature frowne, the case is hard:
And if Arte want, the matter all is marde.
With both these poynts is full and fitly fraught;
Set foorth by sundry of the learned Crewe:
Whose stately styles haue Phoebus garland caught,
And Parnasse mount theyr worthy works haue raught:
Theyr wordes are thundred with such maiestie,
As fitteth right ech matter in degree.
Consider well the drift whereto it tendes:
Confer the times, perpend the history,
The parties states, and eke theyr dolefull endes,
For, thinges forepast are presidents to vs,
Whereby wee may thinges present now discusse.
Whereon is playde the parte of eu'ry wight:
Some, now aloft, anon with malice galde
Are from high state brought into dismall plight.
Like counters are they, which stand now in sight
For thousand or ten thousand, and anone
Remooued, stande perhaps for lesse then one.
Lenuoy.
[For the original version of Lenvoy 8, see p. 129. It was rewritten for the 1587 edition, to introduce the rewritten tragedy of Bladud.]
And you shall see what woefull ends they had:
For so Iehouah suffers them to fall,
As were their risinges murderous and bad.
The life of wicked Cayne was sorowfull and sad.
Of Ioram the King what neede I to discriue,
So infamous and violent both dead and eke aliue.
That shamefully his Princely brother so did slay:
Sith that almighty Ioue so punisht him agayne,
For scepters sake that tooke his noble Prince away.
His wretched cruell corps became for Wolues a pray.
What neede I more the caytiues beastly facts descriue
So infamous and violent, both dead and eke aliue.
A King full Angell like in feathers did appeare:
With flying winges and plumes by cunning finely wrought,
As hee aloft like fame to flie prepared were.
To harken well his tale I gaue an heedy eare,
Which hee in order thus mee thought did then contriue,
Desiring mee to write it so, to warne the rest aliue.
[BLADUD]
How King Bladud, taking on him to fly, fell vpon the Temple of Apollo, and brake his necke, the yeare before Christ, 844.
[For the original tragedy of Bladud for which this new tragedy was substituted in the 1587 edition, see pp. 132–43.]
And write my life and fall among'st the rest:
A warning set mee downe for curious men,
Whose wittes the worke of nature seeke to wrest.
I was Prince Bladud pregnant as the best.
Of wisedome, and of wealth, and learning I had store,
Of regall race I came: what neede I craued more?
An vncontented minde, when much they haue:
The learned yet would more profounder bee,
The richest most t'encrease their wealth do craue.
The finest Dames doe slike their faces braue.
The noblest yet would higher clime, and all to skies
Immortall they to make their names on earth deuise.
The artes, and could emong'st the wise conferre:
Yet when of Athens I the fame heard tell,
(Though it in Greece so far hence distant were)
I trauayl'd thither, writers witnesse are,
I studied there, and thence of learned men I brought,
That learning might from Britayne land no more so far bee sought.
My father graue, I meane the worthy King:
Then all the Britaynes shortly by a day,
To royall seat elected mee did bring.
Where I to place in order euery thing,
Did both receiue the crowne and scepter in my hand,
With glory and renowned fame to gouerne all the land.
Depended on my gouernement to rest:
I did consult with all the peeres a while,
And of my fathers counsaylers the best.
I order tooke for matters vnredrest,
Appoynting vnto each such place of iustice fit,
As serued to their birth, their persons, wealth and wit.
Conferring with the British learned men:
A place, as I commaunded them, had sought
Amid'st the Realme, and brought mee word agen.
At Staneford there I built a colledge then,
And made prouision for the same perdy,
To maynetayne them a famous Vniuersity.
And all the arts were read in Britayne well:
No countrey was for learning praysed more.
Abroad, the world began of vs tell.
From other nations hither came to dwell
The wisest wits, commending vs, extolling vs to skies:
They sayd wee were a people stout, and learned, graue, and wise.
Apollo high for wisedome, arte, and skill:
At Troynouant a Temple speciall
I built to him, for sacrifices still.
Whereon I fell, as after speake I will.
Such was our vse and superstition wholy then,
To deeme as Gods the statures tall of noble worthy men.
And made therefore two Tunnes of burning brasse:
And other twayne seauen kindes of salts that haue
In them inclos'd, but these bee made of glasse,
With sulphur fild, wilde fire emixt there was,
And in foure welles these Tunnes so placed heate for aye
The water springing vp, before it passe away.
With vapours of the sulphur, salts, and fire,
Hath vertue great, to heale, and washe, and scowre
The bathed sores therein that health desire.
If of the vertues, moe thou dost require
To knowe, I will resite what old experience tells
In causes cold the noble vertues of these welles.
And also for to clense and scowre the skin
From Morphewes white and blacke, to heale and saue
The bodyes freckled, faynt, are bathed therein:
Scabs, lepry, sores are old and festered in,
The scurfe, botch itche, goute, poxe, sweld ioynts and humores fell,
The milt and liuer hard it heales, and palsey well.
Those natiue welles whence springs that helpe for men.
But well thou know'st there runnes from vnder ground
Springes sweete, salt, cold, and hote euen now as then,
From rocke, salt petre, alume, grauell, fen,
From sulphur, iron, leade, gold, siluer, brasse and tinne:
Ech fountayne takes the force of vayne it coucheth in.
Of metalles or of mynes the force to heale,
May sooner giue his iudgement in disease,
For curing by the bath, and surer deale
With sickly people of the publique weale,
And also finde of fountaynes salt, or hote, or cold,
And for to heale by them the sicke with honour bee bold.
Renouned far by reason of the welles:
And many monuments that auncient were
I placed there, thou know'st the story tells.
I sought renowne and fame and nothing elze.
But when our actes extoll our prayse aboue the skie,
W'are blinded so, wee looke not downe from whence wee flye.
But blinded are, and dazelingly they looke:
They see nought else but wordly happinesse,
At that they only fish with Fortunes hooke.
Beneath on earth pompe, pelfe, and prayse they pooke,
On that depending frayle, that fayles, and flits, and flyes,
Forsaking vertue sole, that bides for aye aboue the skies.
For that that reason nills, nor nature sowes
They take in hand, on science far to bold,
Deceiu'd by suttle snares of diuelish showes.
From which attemptes a floud of mischiefe flowes,
An heape of hurtes, a swarme of smartes, a fry of foule decayes,
A flocke of feares, a droue of deathes, and thrales a thousand wayes.
Agaynst his kinde, feeles hee no hurt ensues?
Or if the brocke would learne to play the breame,
And leaue the lambes at land, were this no newes?
A fethered fowle in th'earth a den to chuse,
Or flounder say to flye and soare aloft the larke to catch,
Would not you maruell then, what monsters now doth nature hatch?
The fowle to fly, the ayre, as seemeth well,
The fish to swim, the sea, as fits his kinde,
The earth for men and beastes to breede and dwell:
Of right a man, which doth the rest excell,
Should euen so far surpasse the rest in ech degree,
As all the rest to him in wit and reason weaker bee.
And eke to shew the blindnesse of delites.
Herein my foly vayne may playne appeare,
What hap they heape which try out cunning slightes,
What hurt there hits, at such vayne shewes and sightes,
Where men for pleasure only take much toyle and payne,
To alter natures gifts for pompe, and pride, and pleasure vayne.
To play the tombler, or some iugling cast?
To dresse him selfe in plumes, as erst did I,
And vnder armes to knit on winges full fast?
A sport you thinke that might the wise agaste.
But Magicke Mathematicall had taught mee poynts of scill,
Whereby when first I practis'd then, I lern'd my selfe to kill.
And had them set, thou seest, in scilfull wise
With many feats, fine poyseing equall thinges,
To ayde my selfe in flight to fall or rise,
An arte men seldome vse, mine enterprise.
Somwhat gaynst store of winde, by practise rise I could,
And try'd which way to turne, and mount, and lyght I should.
(And yet mee thought I could doe passing well)
My subiects hearts with pleasaunt toyes to glad,
From Temples top, where did Apollo dwell,
I sayd to flye, but on the Church I fell,
And broysed all to peeces lost my life withall.
This was my race, mine exercise and fatall fall.
Than so him selfe a foolish fowle to showe:
Learne you by mee, that count your selues so wise,
The worst to doubt of thinges, what ere you know,
Fly not so high for feare you fall so lowe.
The massy wight is far to great for fethery downe to beare.
Below the happy man knowes when tis well, & can content hym there.
They profer much in recompence of payne:
But yet among'st a thousand scarce is one
In practise, ought by them can saue or gayne.
You see perdy they are but false and vayne,
Sophisticall, deceiptfull, endlesse and vntrue,
That nothing haue them selues, and promise all to you.
Amongst the wiser sort, Philosophy,
Nor of the partes thereof, but of th'abuse
That comes by magicke arts of Imagery,
By vile inchauntments, charmes, and pampestry,
All which I deeme (and they shall finde in proofe) as euill
That practise them, as is (by whom they deale) the diuell.
Your selues with studies seruing for the state:
You Lordes also with all your wits inuent
What way t'eschewe the Prynce and peoples hate.
Yee Subiects loue your Prynce, eschewe debate.
I wish you all beware to clime, or flee, or soare to hie,
For feare you tomble downe, or slip, or fall, as erst did I.
Lenuoy.[_]
[For the original version of Lenvoy 11, see p. 167. The 1587 edition introduced
a new tragedy, that of Iago, after the tragedy of Morgan (11). The lenvoy (11) was
rewritten to introduce it. After the tragedy of Iago, the 1587 edition printed newly
written tragedies of Forrex and Porrex (12 and 13) and their lenvoys.]
[For the original version of Lenvoy 11, see p. 167. The 1587 edition introduced a new tragedy, that of Iago, after the tragedy of Morgan (11). The lenvoy (11) was rewritten to introduce it. After the tragedy of Iago, the 1587 edition printed newly written tragedies of Forrex and Porrex (12 and 13) and their lenvoys.]
How vncontented are theyr hauty myndes?
How quiet is the simple setled wise,
Whom no desire of proud ambition blyndes?
I see no ease the seeke throne thirsty findes.
Hee seekes all meanes to clime to catch the crowne,
Till for his haste Ioue hurle him headlong downe.
Till iust Iehoua gaue to him the place:
And not the Lordes anoynted seeke to slay,
But as his Soueraigne serue him well the space.
If hee with bloud his noble birth abace,
I meane if hee by slaughter catch the crowne,
With foote Iehoua castes him headlong downe.
By dint of sword, by sword hee had not fell.
But who so shall by sword a Prince oppresse,
Shall of the sword therefore and slaughter smell.
Lo here the next that came his tale to tell
Was gieuen to vice when once hee ware the crowne,
Till slouth and sleepy sickenes cast hym downe.
[IAGO]
How King Iago Dyed of the Lethargy, about the yeare before Christ, 612.
Or hadst thou late oreslept thy selfe that wrote?
Could'st thou not for the Letharge paynes to take:
And with the rest his sleepy life to note?
Was I amongst the wicked wights forgote?
Well then, awaked sith wee are both twayne,
To write my sleepy sinfull life, take payne.
That ruled all this noble Britishe Ile:
No fame of mee the writers old doe bring,
Because my life and gouernement was vile.
Yet, Higgins, heere take paynes for mee a while,
Enregester my mirour to remaine,
That Princes may my vices vile refrayne.
I vsed Iustice, right tooke regall place:
No wight but found iust iudgement at my hand,
And truth durst shew, without rebuke, her face.
I gaue my selfe to all good giftes of grace,
My subiects liu'd in rest within my raygne:
No cause of Prince compeld them to complaine.
When as the Seas are milde and smoth as glasse:
And as in peace no thought of warres wee beare,
Which least suppose of mischeeues come to passe:
Euen so my still and rightfull raygning was.
The calme, a tempest boads: the shine, a raine:
Long peace, a warre: and pleasure, pinching paine.
Made mee forget my Iustice late well vsde:
Forsaking vertues, vices gan to floe,
And former noble acts I quite refusde.
My giftes, my treasures, wealth and will misusde,
Began all goodnes quite at length disdayn,
And did my facts with filthy vices staine.
I gaue my selfe to ease, to sleepe, and sinne:
And I had clawbackes euen in Court full rife,
Which sought by mine outrages gaines to winne.
For Kinges no sooner well or worse beginne,
But euen at hand the good or bad take payn,
For vertues sake, or meede, the Prince to trayne.
So vertues fled and bade their friends adieu:
Deseases bad likewise, and sicknesse sore
Began to wexe, and griefes about mee grew.
I may fullwell my naughty surfets rue,
Which pesterd so at length my drousy brayne,
I could not scarse from sleeping ought refrayne.
Opprest me sore, and feauers fearce withall:
This was the guerdon of my glottonie,
Iehoua sent my sleepie life this dwall.
So who so sleeping let sleepe Iustice shall,
Although he feele no whit such slumbring payne,
Yet may he write he hath not long to raygne.
But if Iehoua smite the Prince for sinne,
As earst of me, then is the helpe vnsure,
That's not the way for health to enter in.
No potions then, nor pouders worth a pin:
But euen as we, they must to die be fayne.
Bid them in time from vices now refrayne.
Who gouern's well, deserues with mighty Ioue to raygne.
Lenuoy.
When I agayne had tooke this worke in hand,
I tooke my pen and wrote the same at last,
Thereby to cause all Princes sloth aband.
When they his fall set downe so vnderstand,
They may beware: a warning this may be,
Against the slothfull sweames of sluggardye.
A wise and noble Emperour at first:
He diligent to gouerne well tooke payne,
Till at the length him sloth in vice had nurst.
But see at last, see whereunto it burst:
He strangled was by wicked treacherie,
That gaue himselfe to sluggish libertie.
Which for his slouthfull sinne was serued right:
Because himselfe to sluggishnes he plyde,
That plague of sickenesse dead on him did light.
But now beholde, next Forrex came to sight,
Which in this sort beganne his life t'unfold:
Eftsoones thus wise, his slaughter there he tolde.
[FORREX]
How King Forrex was slayne by his brother King Porrex, about the yeere before Christ. 491.
Compeld I am amongst the rest that fell:
I may complayne that felt of warres the wage,
Vntimely death I drewe, doth mee compell.
If I had not bin crowned king I had bene well:
There had no enuie vndermind my state,
Nor fortune foild the seate whereon I sate.
I had no care, in honour I did liue:
Would God I had in that estate remaynd,
But what vs fortune wonted is to giue,
Good happe that holds as water in a siue:
Shee showes a glimpse of thousand ioyes, and moe,
Which hides in it tenne thousand seas of woe.
With rustie teeth and meygre corps misshape,
I meane that monster vile, the worst in viewe,
Whome some call Discorde, enuie, ire and hate:
She set my brother first with me at bate:
When we fiue yeeres had raygned ioyntly well,
By her intisements, foule at strife we fell.
Deuyded well wee ioyntly did inioye
The princely seate, while Fortune fayre did smile,
Without disdayne, hate, discorde or anoye:
In wealth, peace, prayse, purporte, renowne and fame,
Without the blots of euerlasting blame.
And hasty hate had brother-hoode bereft:
Wee frendship fayre and concorde did dispise,
And far a part from vs wee wisedome left:
Forsooke each other at the greatest heft.
To rule the kingdome both wee left, and fell
To warring, iarring like two hounds of hell.
And did incroach eachone on others right.
T'inlarge the limetes of our kingdome wide,
We would not sticke full oft to fray and fight.
The wretched ground had so bewicht our sight.
For why, the earth that once shall eate vs all,
Is th'only cause of many Princes fall.
On th'earth wee close the earth t'inlarge our land,
In th'earth wee moyle with honger, care, and payne,
Wee cut, wee dig thence Siluer, Gold, and Sand.
The bowels of the earth wee moyle with might of hand,
With Steele and Iron tearing vnder ground,
And rigging all the earth to make our ioyes abound.
For grounde forsake wee fayth and all our frends:
For th'earth wee set our selues to subtile schooles,
Of grounde lyke swine wee seeke the farthest ends.
Wee spoyle the grounde that all our liuing lends,
Of grounde to winne a plat a while to dwell
Wee venter liues, and send our soules to hell.
How hee composed is of Elements by kinde,
Of earth, of water, ayre, and fire: than
Wee would full often call vnto our minde,
That all our earthly ioyes wee leaue behinde:
And when wee passe to th'earth wee turne to rot:
Our pompe, our pride, and glory is forgot.
The ayre the breath bereaues away by right:
The watry and the earthly parts remaine,
Of Elements composed scarce so light.
And in the ground a place is for them dight.
The moistures dry, the bones consume to dust,
The wormes with fleshe suffice their greedy lust.
Both whence wee came, and whereunto wee shall:
Wee scarce remember wee bee made of mould,
And how the earth agayn consumeth all.
This great forgetfulnesse breedes Princes thrall.
While present ioyes wee gaze vppon, meane while
A fadeing blisse doth all our wits beguile.
All Princes great, and noble peeres that ar,
To learne by mee the rather to bee wise,
And to abandon hate and malice far.
To banishe all ambitious bloudy warre:
To liue content in peace, with their estate:
For mischiefe flowes from discord and debate.
To mee King Forrex. Thus the case it stood.
I thought in deede to haue some castels wonne
And holds, which were my brothers, strong and good.
Abate his pride, obtaine the Kingdome all:
Mee thought the halfe a portion was to small.
But hee perswades him selfe it is not ill:
Hee hath of reasons eke in steede to stand
As hee supposeth framed wise by skill.
So I was led by reason rude, to kill
My brother, if I caught him at the nicke,
Because the quarell first hee gan to picke.
The elder sonne, and heyre vnto the crowne:
Me thought no lawe, nor reason could conuince
Mee from the fact, though I did beate him downe.
This was my way to winne and reape renowne.
I did prouide an army strong, encampte a fielde,
Not far from where I hoapte to cause him yeelde.
On purpose both enflamed for to fight:
Wee had in parle receaued counsayle graue
Of wise and worthy men, perswading right.
It pitie was (they sayd) so fowle a sight
That brethren twayne, both Princes of a land,
Should take at home such woefull warres in hand.
No countreys loue, no kinred holden kinde,
No feare of God, no sentence wise of force
To turne the harte, or mollify the minde.
Good words are counted wasting of your wynde.
The gayne proposde, the crowne and scepter hye,
Are th'only thinges whereat men gaze and prye.
Thought best to worke the surest way to winne:
He founde the meanes to take away my life,
Before which time the warres could neuer linne.
How much might better both contented binne!
For hope is sloape, and hold is hard to snatche,
Where bloud embrues the hands that come to catch.
Our broyles pourde out their guiltlesse bloud on ground:
Which vile deuise of mine ambitious heart
Procured Ioue my purpose to confound.
Therefore beware yee wights whose wealths abound,
Content your selues in peace to spend your dayes,
By vertues good aloft in earth your names to rayse:
So shall you liue in Heauen with mighty Ioue alwayes.
Lenuoy.
To raigne alone, which sought their brothers life:
These tyrants were no perfect noble men,
But buchers rather raignyng all by knife.
A woefull thing to heare such brother strife,
Where loue aye lasting loyall should endure,
That crowne or Kingdome bloudshed should procure.
That his pretence was punisht as the fact:
For hee no bloudshed wrought (as well you wote)
But purposde was to worke a bloudy act,
And that both time and place therefore hee lact.
Let such then know, as haue such thoughts in vre:
No murder, stable Kingdome can procure.
How much will hee the factours punish more:
Let noble men from such endeuours stint,
And loue embrace, where hatred was before.
Iehouaes ioyfull impes embrace this lore.
For Porrex here can tell, they may bee sure:
No murder, stable kingdome can procure.
[PORREX]
How King Porrex which slewe his brother was slayne by his owne mother and hir maydens, about the yeare before Christ, 491.
That slew his brother Abel innocent:
Or Typhon tell a reason for himselfe,
Why hee Osiris downe to Lymbo pent?
King Dardan then may doe the lyke perdy,
They slewe their brethren each: and so did I.
Absirtus limmes her brother, did not shee?
Shee threw him in the way dismembred all,
That so hir fathers iourney stayde might bee.
Orodes eke did sley his brother Mithridate:
And so did I my brother Forrex in debate.
So dyd Cambyses fearing much the dreame:
Antiochus the great of infamous renowne
His brother slewe, to rule alone the realme.
Ardieus dyd the lyke for kingdomes sake:
So dyd my selfe like wise away my brother rake.
His brother Manlius, for the same intent:
These Princes vile were brother sleyers ill,
For kingdomes sake vnnaturally bent.
But reade the storyes, thou shalt finde it playne
The bloudy wretches all were after slayne.
And ruled once the Britayne land with him,
Vnkindly kilde was by my cruell mother,
Which with hir maydens chopt mee euery limme.
As I lay sleeping on my bed at rest,
Into my chamber full and whole they prest.
And boldly layde on me with all their might:
Oft quite and cleane they thrust me through the heart,
And on my corps each where theyr weapons light.
They chopt me small (I say) as flesh to pot,
And threwe mee out my limes yet trembling hot.
Sith I procurde hir wrath by slaughter of hir sonne?
Can I excuse my selfe deuoyde of faut,
Which my deare Prince and brother had fordonne?
No; tis to true that who so slayes a King
Incurrs reproch, and slaughter bloud doth bring.
As sleyers of their parents, vipers broode:
The killers of their brothers, frends, and kinne,
In like degree well nigh of treason stoode.
But what by this winne they, saue death, defame,
Distayne theyr bloud, and shroude themselues with shame.
Beware of discord, shun ambitious pride:
By right take yee the scepter in your hand,
Let not your sword with soueraignes bloud be dide.
The mighty Joue, that raignes eternall ay,
Cuts of the Kings that enter in that waye.
There is no God, no lawes of sacred crowne:
No wrong they doe, no murther seemeth vile,
Nor no respect of princely high renowne.
But if they could consider well the case,
They nild exalt themselues to Princes place.
That was cast downe, the father first of pride:
And al his impes how high so ere they were,
Vsurping Realmes and Kingdomes farre and wide.
From light to darke, from throne to thrall they fell:
From hap to hate, from life to death, from heauen to hell.
For he by prudence oft forecasts the doubt:
The foole is bent all warnings to despise,
He runneth headlong with the rascall rout.
Then if thou cast to liue at rest a subiect good,
Touch not the Princes fame, crowne, scepter, nor his blood.
Lenuoy.[_]
[For the original version of Lenvoy 13, see p. 180. As rewritten for the 1587
edition, it serves to introduce the tragedy of Pinnar, the first of four tragedies (19–22)
introduced between the rewritten tragedy of Porrex and the tragedy of Kimarus (14).
The four are those of Pinnar, Stater, Rudacke, and Brennus.]
[For the original version of Lenvoy 13, see p. 180. As rewritten for the 1587 edition, it serves to introduce the tragedy of Pinnar, the first of four tragedies (19–22) introduced between the rewritten tragedy of Porrex and the tragedy of Kimarus (14). The four are those of Pinnar, Stater, Rudacke, and Brennus.]
Of such a cruell, proude, ambitious beast:
But yet sith now his faultes he doth recite,
And warnes for murthers venge aliue the rest,
Which had therefore againe his death addrest,
I will (though he deseru'd no tale to tell)
Set downe his fall, for sample seruing well.
To spread their fames, t'incourage those aliue:
Of wicked Princes wee the falls doe note
A Caueat, for kingdomes where they striue:
To show that who so slaughters doth contriue,
(Though hee deserue agayne no tale to tell)
His tragique fall may serue ensample well.
Which were last Kings that sate of all his line.
Six hundreth yeares and sixteene or they lefte
They raygnde, and thus they spoilde themselues in fine.
The ciuill warres insued hereof long time.
About the crowne I list not here define,
But of intrudrs three that after fell,
As came to fight in order next I tell.
[PINNAR]
How King Pinnar was slain in battayle by Mulmucius Donwallo, about the yeare before Christ, 441.
Right commeth after and hopes to haue his owne:
And when agayne hee ouertakes might at the last,
Then is the truth of all the quarell knowne.
Men neuer reape no other then was sowne:
If good were the gayne, the better commes the crop:
On vine growes the grape, and not the biter hop.
A man by might a while, may perforce withholde
A kingdome not his owne: but hee farre better were
To yeeld vnto the right, and then hee may bee bolde.
Good metall bides the touch that trieth out the gold,
When copper playne appeares the counterfaite in cast,
Is counted but as drosse, and called in at last.
No pinner by my science for to make pinnes:
And yet I could well cast of thousands in a ring,
To catch the common wealth I made many ginnes.
Let him that learnes my science tell mee what he winnes.
For tirrany, and robery, conspiracy, and wrong
Prognosticats of rebells raigne, they cannot prosper long.
Of roisters, ruffians, ronagats, and knaues:
I did my selfe at last into the throne intrude,
And was susteynd therein by billes, swords, and staues:
Oppressing of the good and polleing of them still,
For to inriche the bad and mayntayne all their ill.
But I, with other rebells, kept him from his right.
Though wee were conspiratours voide of all renowne,
Yet did wee raigne, and keepe him out by might.
But when his sonne Donwallo came for to fight,
Mulmucius that was in armes a worthy man,
With me and them to try the quarell hee began.
With other subiects late by me before opprest:
And made mee pay the price of pillage with my bloud,
As traitour slayn in field, example for the rest.
Euen so who euer shall, from Prince the scepter wrest,
Vsurpe from him the crowne, or scale the throne of state,
Shall shortely feele the rod of Gods immortall hate.
Lenuoye.
As was his raygne: yet orderly it standes.
Euen such decorum deckes the person well,
Who in his life decorum due abandes.
No fyner fyled phrase could scape my handes,
When I began for him to pen the same:
Let Pinnar then receiue thereof the blame.
Another Prince, in warlike armour clad,
With bleeding woundes, as if newe slaine hee were:
Reciting first the hauty haps hee had,
And then his fall in fight, his Fortune bad.
If hee vnstatelike stammer out the same,
With staylesse staggering footed verse, by ame,
Let hardly him receiue thereof the blame:
Or geue the faute toth countrey whence hee came.
[STATER]
How King Stater of Scotland was slayne by Mulmucius Donwallo, about the yeare before Christ, 441.
The fall of vsurpers, the presidents of pryde.
Recite of our treasons, and how that wee fell,
Intruders vntrusty the Realme for to guide:
That tooke so vppon vs to rule all the land,
No Princes presumde yet with scepter in hand.
Did beare mee full stoutely when I had the crowne:
And what a great army of Scots I did bring,
Against Lord Donwallo, of noble renowne.
A deemed dame Fortune would neuer so frowne,
Who made me a Prince, that Kingdome my pray,
Of late but a subiect and simple of sway.
Of climbers aloft is aboue their degree,
And how they doe fall from fortune to fate,
Example are such as my fellow and me.
The fruite giues a taste of the sappe of the tree,
The seede of the herbe, the grape of the vine:
The worke wrayes the man, seeme he neuer so fine.
I ioyned with Pinnar, my power to preuayle:
And Rudacke of Wales came eke with his might,
Mulmucius Donwallo the King to assayle.
Our purpose the Prince by prowes did quaile
Which came out of Cornwall, vs vanquisht in fielde,
Our souldiers slayne, skard, taken, forced to yeelde.
Thou gau'st me a kingdome, and with life I it lost.
My souldiers were slayne fast before mine owne eyes,
Or forced to flie, yeelde, and smell of the rost.
I neede not of honour or dignitie boast,
Or tell of my triumphes, or crake of my crowne:
The vaunt of vsurpers is voyde of renowne.
Lenuoy.
Enhaunce themselues aboue their due degree:
To sit aloft they deeme a noble sport,
From whence they may the worlde and people see.
But so they speede as their deseruings bee.
Still triall telles, Iehoua tumbles downe
Such subiectes false as dare assume the crowne.
Which tooke on them ambitiously the sway,
Wil not th'almighties Iustice soone appeare,
When Christian men their Christian Kinges betray?
Yes: he (by whome all Princes raigne for aye)
Such subiectes smites, as dare assume the crowne,
And from the throne intruders tumbles downe.
Which next in order seemes his tale to frame,
With bleeding woundes in fielde likewise that fell,
For so me thought in warlike sort he came,
The last of these that Rudacke had to name,
Declaring how Bellona strooke him downe,
Because he had vniustly caught the crowne.
[RUDACKE]
Howe King Rudacke of Wales was slayne by Mulmucius Donwallo about the yeere before Christ, 441.
Restlesse the raygnes of rebels in the robe,
Reckles the rage where cruelty doth scrape,
Roundnesse regarded but little of the globe,
No man ambitious prudent with the probe,
Crownerape accounted but cunning and skill,
Bloudshead a blockehouse to beate away ill.
May be compared to Bladhuds deuice:
But better sit still then fall so farre downe,
If Lordes coulde by others hurt learne to be wise.
Myselfe of high climbing haue payde well the price,
That rudely in throne my selfe did install
Aloft, not regarding how low I might fall.
(For Forrex and Porrex the Princes were slayne)
The land many peeres ambitious did wring,
Endeuouring each the kingdome to gayne.
The heires good apparent forsake it were fayne,
The subiects were armed, wee nobles did striue,
At length we amongst vs deuision contriue.
And each had a kingdome aloted his part:
The vice of the subiects dayly increast,
And Iustice and right were layd quite apart.
The lawes ouerlashed by couine and craft,
And wee that did gouerne did winke at this geare:
The worser, perdy, our faythed frends were.
Is golden to gaze on, but voluble round:
If once of your handfast in holding you misse,
Away then it roleth, and you are on grounde.
Of watchers thereon so many abounde,
And catchers thereat, with snatching therefore,
That if once you leese it, you catch it no more.
If skilfull and carefull hee sercheth it furst:
The sea man doth sounde to take the deepth sure,
By wisedome well taught for feare of the worst.
But our vile ambition, blinde, blockish, accurst,
Not prouing the sore, nor reckoning the sounde,
Our shippes and our science we sinke and confounde.
The staire to estate, the graple of grace:
But in her is hidde of perill a peece,
Which all our attempts doth dimme and deface.
Perdy shee gets vs vaine ioyes but a space,
Short, britle as glasse: false fayre giueing light:
Not golden, though glitteing braue in the sight.
And Fortune hath fraught vs with honour at fill:
Then thereto sit stedy and rule all alone
Wee racke our deuices, and scud with our scill.
Wee cutt off occursions, wee prole, pole, and pill:
Wee bolster, wee band out, to brybe, banish, sley
The pillers of prudence that prop in our wey.
Our wakeing is warfare, our walkeing hath woe:
Our talkeing is trustles, our cares doe abound:
Our fauners deemde faythfull, and frendshippe a foe.
That scarcely wee neuer inioy any rest
Tormented, whome Fortune exalted and blest.
What cares doe vs compas enhaunced aloft:
I therefore wish rebells to take better vewe
Of the falles of intruders, recorded so oft.
Who climeth so highe his fall is not soft.
If once hee doe stagger or falter aside,
Hee cannot recouer the rest for to guide.
Here ruled the realme, there fell out a flawe:
Donwallo did seeke the Crowne to procure,
Alleadging a title thereto by the lawe.
He when him resistng in armes bright vs sawe,
Came strayght with an hoaste prepared to fight,
With sworde for to trye out whose title was right.
Our consciences guilty, our souldiers agast:
Our enmy with honour had souldiers of trust:
And Fortune was frendly to them as they past.
They slewe of our men by manhoode full fast,
Or forst them to flye: In the feelde wee were fayne
To resist them (poore Prynces) and so wee were slayne.
At last was with number oppressed dispatcht.
Let Lordings beware how aloft they doe rise,
For by Princes and commons theyr climing is watcht.
No sooner they haue at the scepter once snatch,
But guilty themselues they deeme worthy to die,
And Gods iustice such sentence t'accomplish doth hie.
Lenuoy.
Entruders see whereto they haue to truste:
Their seat vnsure and slippery downe doth slide,
Their names are eaten out with cankerd ruste.
Theyr honours soone lay toumbling in the duste.
Wherefore I count them triple thrise and foure times blest,
Which prudently to serue their God and Prince are prest.
How these crowne croachers come to shamefull ends,
And how they shortely winne the woefull wage,
Which for vniustice Ioua iustely sends:
Let hauty headstrong heede what hee pretends,
Sith hee aliue, in death, and after's only blest
Which prudently to serue his God and Prince is prest.
A noble valiaunt Britayne there I vewde,
Of stature tall, well sett, of comely grace,
With body broysde, and armoure all embrewde.
His wounded breast my woefull hart berewde:
Whose life and death may proue contented wights are blest,
Which prudently to serue their God and Prince are prest.
[BRENNUS]
How the noble King Brennus, after many triumphant victories, at the seege of Delphos in Greece slew him selfe, about the yeare before Christ, 375.
Renowned farre, victorious great of fame,
Though Autors sound my praise: eftsoones agen
Emongst the Britayne Princes write the same.
I am that Britayne once that Brennus had to name:
My facts, exployts in warre, my conquests life & end
Doe write as I recite, when time doth leasure lend.
Mulmucius (conquerde tyranne Princes three
They by intrusion rayning here long while)
Was father both to Belinus and mee.
His noble acts and lawes commended bee.
This Belinus (mine elder brother) was his heire,
And Queene Cornwenna was our mother wise and fayre.
Hee was content to make mee eke a king:
Hee gaue mee Albany, where with renowne
I rulde a while by Iustice euery thing.
But at the last ambition made me bring
An army thence, agaynst my brother for to fight:
Which rather ought t'aue honorde him with homage right.
Vnto his Realme, an army hee addrest:
Hee warned me I should not seeke t'incroatch
That was not mine, for hee was ready prest
Mee to repell: hee wilde mee bee at rest.
I marched one, the armies met, wee fearcely fought:
My souldiers slayne, to saue my selfe by flight I sought.
Where good Elsingus reignde the gentle King:
I tolde him what I was, and eke of whence,
Desirde his ayde, me home agayne to bring.
And he not only graunted me this thing,
But eke his daughter Samye fayre to be my wife,
With me to passe in Albany for aye a Princely life.
The fame abroad of my returne was spread:
And Guthlake that was King of Denmarke then,
Prouided with a nauie mee forlead.
The loue of Samye so enragde his riuall head,
That for her sake he must perforce my ships and me forlay,
To win by fight, or take by might the Lady faire away.
This Lady straight, or else defend the cause:
A thing (quoth I) requested erst but seelde,
Against of Gods and men the sacred lawes.
It hath not erst bene harde amongst the wise mens sawes,
That any King should clayme the like with sword of stormie strife,
Or make assaulte in warlike sorte to winne a Princes wife.
But in the ende I was discomfit there:
And yeelded her that listed scarce abide,
For she to him before did fauour beare.
By tempest then our nauies seuered were,
And he perforce by storme on shores of Britayne cast,
Was fayne for tribute hostage giue to Beline or he past.
Sore wearied with the fight, the foyle, and losse:
And casting with my selfe in woefull minde,
The cause why so God Neptune did me tosse:
Why boyling Seas with surges so me sosse:
I made a vowe to kill the man that causde me flye,
Or with my bloud, the kingdome all from him to buy.
And rigde againe, at seas met of our foes
Some wandring Danes, where we beset them round
In warlike sorte, we did them all inclose.
Euen so the wheele of Lady Fortune goes,
Abiects, castes downe, turnes topsie toruie quight,
The men of late extold with all her mayne and might.
With tacle, armour, vitayles and the rest:
And so to Britayne land apace I hyde,
For kingdome lost to make againe request:
Or else by might and force away to wrest
The scepter from my brother Beline, and the crowne,
Which lay that time by North at Euerwyke the towne.
But he an armie did with speede addresse:
Which mette me straight at th'entry on the shore,
Our battayles ioynd and fought with valiantnesse.
To ships I flewe, and tooke a fewe with me beside,
And hoysing sayles, for hap to Gallia strands I hyde.
The nature of the Countrey and the men:
And for my purpose I disposed mee,
To please the Princes and the people then,
In hope to see my countrey once agen,
To winne my noble kingdome, or to wreacke the wrong
That I sustaynd exilde from natiue soyle so long.
Vnto the Peeres of Fraunce, some ayde to craue:
I could obtaine no succour me to glad,
Nor men, munition, ships, ne vitayles haue.
I gate me thence to Duke Seginus graue
Of Prouence then the Prince, renowmed noble farre,
For prudence prompt in peace, and wisdom great in warre.
(For of afflicted wights he had remorce)
He hearde me oft declare the great anoy
That I had felte, and of my brothers force.
Howe Guthlacke did my wife and me diuorce:
The broyles at Sea, the toyles I taken had at land:
Which neuer coulde the face of Fortunes foyle withstand.
Thou noble Prince (for so thou art in showe)
If I could now restore thee thine estate,
Thou shouldst perceyue what fauour I thee owe.
T'is Fortunes vse t'exalte and ouerthrowe.
My counsayle then is this, expect her grace a while,
Till where she frownes she turne her frendly face & smile.
Where long I liu'd and bare my selfe full well:
Some times to play the captaine I was fayne,
To winne some praise, as causes did compell.
For when his subiects eyther did rebell,
Or confines made inroads to spoyle or pray his land,
Then I was one that had the charge to take the warres in hand.
God Mars me gaue a stearne and stormie looke:
With feates of armes by land or seas to trye,
Experience taught me what I vndertooke.
No payne, no toyle, nor daunger I forsooke,
That might content the noble Duke of Sauoys minde,
Whose bountie me to honour him and serue his grace did bind.
And wise in talke, as time occasion gaue:
And (though I say't) I had a Princely face,
I coulde both hunt and hawke, and court it braue.
Eke Fortunes past had made me sage and graue,
More heedy all attemptes to prosecute with skill:
Rash, hastie men (by proofe I found) incurre the greatest ill.
A regall Britayne Prince, of royall bloude,
How I employde my selfe and all my arte,
Mine actiue feates with grace and prowes good
To serue, and quayle his foes that him withstoode:
He gaue his daughter rich to me, a peerles princely dame
His only heyre, and Dukedome after him to guide the same.
A countrey fertile, famous for the soyle.
With liberall giftes the souldiers hartes I glad.
To winne the restes good will I tooke some toyle,
Stil vsing all the meanes t'obeysaunce them to moue,
Eke all the wayes that might allure them me to loue.
Without the feare of forayne foes, or nye:
I mused what for Britayne warres was best,
Which way I might agayne my quarell trye.
Such restles heades haue they that sitte on hye!
O poore estate, how blest were thou that sitste below,
How happy, safe, and sure, if thou thy state couldst know?
I told the Lordes my purpose for the warre:
How I to haue my kingdome here was bent.
They all agreed to levy nere and farre,
Such souldiers good and captaynes stoute that were.
They offered seruice eke themselues to fare with mee,
To winne the crowne by sworde, or els reuenged bee.
Munition good, and vitayles, shipping strong:
On voyage so with hoysed sayles wee passe,
Wee cut the seas, and came apace along
To Britayne shores: In hope to wrecke the wrong
That oft before was done, or winne the land agayne
Whence whilome twice I was to fly with daunger fayne.
To claime my Kingdome at his hands, my right:
I bad them, if hee were not so content,
To sound defiaunce, fyre, and sword, and fight.
But of my message hee esteemed light.
Hee brought an army strong, apointed was the day
Of battayle, then to try who beares the Crowne away.
That mortall warres wee wadge for Kingdome sake:
Shee with her selfe did many wayes deuise,
A peace betweene her Martiall sonnes to make.
And with the Lords full oft did counsaile take.
Yet all in vaine: there could no parle of peace preuaile,
But on wee marcht agreed each other to assayle.
In place where should bee tryde this quarell sad,
In armour eke the souldiers all and somme,
With all the force that might so soone bee had,
Wee captaynes vsing speach our men to glad,
T'incourage them with promise proud of lasting fame:
Tweene th'armies both Corwenna stood that noble dame.
And thus shee spake:
“Will you in feelde my tender bowels harme?
“What furies force you thus t'unkindly toile?
“What meane your men for slaughter here to swarme?
“Did not this wombe once both inclose you warme?
“And cannot now all Britayne hold you brethren twaine:
“But needes by one of you his brother must bee slaine?
“Your mothers teares, nor woefull wailings moue?
“Nor naked brests you suckte your malice slacke?
“Nor cause t'imbrace the sacred lore of loue?
“O euerlasting Ioue that liu'st aboue!
“Then I protest ere you doe fight the feelde this day:
“You shall in field (ungratefull sonnes) your woefull mother slay.
“What woes (my sonnes) aliue shall I sustaine,
“When I shall after this ambitious strife,
“So many see of both your subiecs slaine?
“And you with brothers bloud your swords distayne.
“I shall (I say) in th'end of fight take woefull vewe,
“Of that my sonne, which this my sonne his noble brother slewe.
“Lay weapons both aside, take truce a while:
“If you doe loue to spend your time in war,
“Destroy not here at home your natiue Ile.
“The present cause and quarell is to vile.
“Joyne friendly both your armies fayth, and firme the same,
“To take some conquest great in hand of euerlasting fame.
“By this defame you shall your selfes for aye.
“Thereby you may enlarge your puplique weale,
“By this your selues and it shall quite decay.
“Thereby you shall mine age with honour stay.
“Thereby you shall in warres most like your noble father bee:
“Which ere he wan the crowne did conquere Kings & kingdoms three.
“Let mee enioy once both before I die.
“I would to see you friends my sonnes bee faine,
“And hope I haue you will not this denie.
“I aske a thing shall neuer hurte perdy.
“For if you now surcease, embrace, and loue as brethren well,
“Then all the world of this your peace and concord aye shall tell.
“Thou knowst, my sonne, how twice thou hast bene foylde:
“Thou twice to scape with life wast well apayde,
“And since full farre to countryes straunge hast toyld.
“If now thou shouldst of life and all bee spoilde,
“(When liue thou maiste in Princely sort with peerelesse ioy)
“What tong can tell thy mothers griefe and great anoy.
“Of subiects good thou hast an armie here:
“Thou hast a wife that came of noble blood,
“Thou needst at home no foes at all to feare.
“What mean'st thou then such mortall hate to beare,
“Against my sonne thy brother here, which gaue to thee
“His kingdome halfe, the noble land of Albany?
“Which didst in armour rise against thy King,
“Against thy brother lou'd thee more then life,
“Thou didst thy subiects his against him bring,
“Thinkst thou it was a wise or worthie thing?
“If not: thou hast good cause thy treason all confesse:
“And though he draue thee out therefore, to loue him ne're the lesse.
“And take a truce, a peace I will conclude:
“Thy brother eke shall so contented bee,
“No quarels olde shall be againe renewde.
“These broiles haue oft my cheeks with teares bedewde,
“My heart is rent, my hope bereau'd, my ioyes are gone,
“My life is lost, if you conioyne not frendships both in one.
“My noble sonne (quod shee) thou twice hast quaylde
“Thy brothers power, and mad'st him twice forsake
“His natiue land, which I haue oft bewaylde.
“What though thou haue so oft before preuaylde,
“Think'st thou againe the thirde time eke to winne the feelde?
“Or art thou sure to slay my sonne, or force thy foes to yeelde?
“Will not the worlde of your foule slaughters tell?
“Will not they all that liue, still discommend
“The man that did his owne deare brother quell?
“Mempricius shamefull actes are knowne too well,
“And Porrex Britayns both, their noble brethren slew,
“Confounded shortly after both, examples good for you.
“Doe not you rue these noble souldiers good?
“Doe not you see how many you shall slay?
“Haue you no care to shed their guiltlesse blood?
“The state of tyraunts neuer stable stoode,
“By bloudshed they doe founde, bace, builde, and prop their state,
“Raigne, liue and dye despisde, and heape themselues eternall hate.
“And vnto all the Captains of your bands:
“And eke to all you souldiers good and true,
“Which haue the sway of bloudshed in your hands.
“Consider well the state of both our lands:
“You shall decrease your force, by ciuile discord, warres and strife,
“Distaine your blods, defame your selues, & reaue Cornwennas life.
“(Which euer hated slaughters such as these)
“Or feare of Plutoes euerlasting fire,
“Or daungers threatned both by land and seas,
“Or mothers minde (which both you ought to please)
“Or countries loue, or sacred peace (which al are bound t'imbrace)
“May ought perswade, let my requests among you all haue place.
“Which once you both did sucke in tender age.
“Let both your swords in these first bathed bee,
“Perhaps this slaughter shall your thirsts aswage.
“It shall be counted euen as small outrage
“To slay your mother pleading for your peace,
“As wadge the wars which gods and men & nature wils to cease.
And proffered foorth to swordes her naked brest.
But when we both considered had full well
Her woefull teares, her wise and graue request,
They so to peace our hautie hearts addrest,
We layde our weapons downe: we met, imbrac'st & kist.
More ioy in both the armies was then erst in wars I wist.
And eke the souldiers linked all in loue:
There was not one that did our truce mislike,
Our peace did all to ioy and maruaile moue.
With many triumphes feates of armes we proue,
Our subiects all reioyce, in songs we sound Cornewennas prayse,
Her fame to skies, aloft with many showtes and cryes they rayse.
In Britayne from my Dukedome hard at fight,
Thought great occasion offred them to be,
And set themselues in armes and order right.
My subiects eke of Sauoy day and night
They did entice, perswade, solicite and constrayne,
Tu chuse another Duke at home with them to raigne.
Eke when my brother Beline thereof knewe,
We layde aside our sports and playes a while,
And of our souldiers tooke a muster newe.
Of both our hoasts we chose a noble crewe.
We past the seas, as brethren ought, in concord knit:
And both our force in one to conquere Fraunce we fit.
At th'entry in, and after many fights
We conquerd all the Realme, my foes we fand,
Which were in armes stout, valiant, noble wights.
By sword they fell, or flewe before our sights.
The Germains force, likewise that did them succour send,
We made to fall therefore, and to our scepters bend.
An armie great renownde Europa through:
The Kings and Princes of our peace were glad,
We were in fight so puissant fearce and rough.
Munition, vitayles, money eke enough,
We had of tributes store, of dueties in that came:
Through all the world of Brenne and Beline flew the fame.
And captaynes worthy for the fame of warre,
Of fearce Bellona braue wee had the arts,
Whereof wee wanne the praise both neare and farre.
As Hercules to scale the Alpes did first contend:
So wee agayne (a worke of toyle) the cloudy Alpes ascend.
Full steepe to climbe vnto, and penshot all,
The Seas allow doe rore, and foggy vapours rise,
And from the hills great streames of waters fall.
The pathes so strickte to passe the speede is small.
The ise, snowe, cold, clouds, rombling stormes, and sights aboue,
Are able constant harts with doubtfull feare to moue.
And hang by handes, to wend aloft the way:
And then on buttockes downe an other breatch,
With elbowes and with heeles your selfe to stay.
Downe vnder well behold the streames you may,
And waters wilde which from the mountaynes faling flow:
Ore head the rockes hang down whence riuers rore of melting snow.
To Clusium towne in Tuscane land wee came:
They, as wee did prouide our forage vitayles meate,
Did issue out in armes to intercept the same.
Ambassage to the Romaines eke they frame,
Desiring aide against the Galles (so vs they counted theere)
Because I was of Fraunce and Frenchmen in our armies were.
Reported was to them in warres before,
Euen for their owne safegard could doe no lesse,
But aide their neighbours now at neede the more.
Wee aunswerde wee desirde but space wherein to bide and dwell,
Because our peopled Countrye could not now contayne vs well.
Did arme them selues, ambassadours full stoute:
With Clusians came to bring vs all in awe,
Without respect of any further doute.
Whereon, the seige from Clusium walles aboute
Wee raysed strayght, in speede alarme at Rome wee cry,
There to reuenge th'ambassadours outrage and iniury.
To haue truce breakers such deliuered vs
By lawe of armes as ought no weapons wend,
And yet against the lawes came armed thus.
They sayd wee were a people barbarous,
They neither punishe would nor yeeld those Romaines good,
But honour them: they came of Fabius noble bloud.
And towardes Rome with all our powre wee hyde:
At Alia floud gan forty thousand taste
Of Romaines that vs met what might betyde.
Wee slewe them fast, the rest durst not abide.
Wee had the spoyle, to Rome wee came, the Citye wee possesse:
A thousand wight of gold wee make the Romaines pay for peace.
And many yeares wee kept them vnder yoke:
The Princes all about that herde our noble fame
Desired peace with vs, before wee came to stroke.
Wee Britaynes made Europa all to smoke.
To part our armies then in twayne wee tooke at all no doubte,
And seuerall conquests tooke in hand, as valiaunt captaines stoute.
Where raigned Ptolome the tyraunt fell,
Which did his sisters sonnes vniustly slay
Before their mothers face, and her expell,
Arsinoe that vsde him earst so well:
Yea, though before the Gods hee sware to take her to his wife,
And loue her sonnes, hee her expeld, and them bereft of life.
To purchase peace with price, or hostage sende,
That had before the fayth of Gods abusde,
Was destinate to haue a naughty ende.
Let Princes well beware what they pretende.
For who for kingdomes sake breakes fayth, and murders foule commits,
Let him bee sure to haue a fall, on slipery throne hee sits.
Our Herouldes offering peace for tribute, golde:
But Ptolome to Beline bad him message beare,
Conditions take of peace, ne tribute pay hee woulde,
Ne frendship would admit (as hee the Herouldes tolde)
Except the enmies layde downe weapons, them submit,
No truce with them, no peace there were, nor no agreement fit.
Rash witted, so selfe wild, and after this
The Dardanes offered twenty thousand bring
Of souldiers armde for ayde, to ioyne with his.
Quoth Ptolome, now lost all Macedony is.
Yf we once conquerde all the East by Alexanders hande,
Neede we the Dardanes ayde, these straungers to withstande?
Which serude in pay with them that vanquisht all:
And for our selues wee nothing feare our foes,
Although our army seeme to Dardane smalle.
This when th'ambassadours related all
To good king Dardane, Then this noble realme (quod hee)
By this yong princox pryde, will all be lost and conquerde bee.
Where Britaynes sley the Macedonian crewe:
And haue for spoyle theyr vitayles, armour, coyne,
Tooke Ptolomey theyr king, and him they slewe.
His heade aboue the campe they beare for vewe
On speare, to make the rest of Greekes in doubt to stand,
Before they enterprice to take such woefull wars in hand.
All Macedony held theyr countrey spoylde:
To Alexander (erst theyr armies led)
And vnto Philip, Princes neuer foylde,
As vnto Gods they cry in warres tormoylde.
O helpe (quod they) our countrey falls, & we are all vndonne,
With out your aydes: whose noble actes erst all the world haue won.
When as the Britaynes bathed in theyr blisse,
Gate vnto him a warlike worthy route,
And set agayne on Beline there and his,
Put him to foyle for all his worthynes.
Wheron when as the souldiers would haue made him all theyr roye:
By captaynes name hee tooke theyr oth theyr enmies to distroye.
First of the feelde they wonne, and folly then
Enrichte with spoyles, giuen all to idlenes
Which were before approued valiaunt men:
I sounde retracte, and backwardes gate agen,
With seuen score and ten thousand footemen for the fight,
And fifteene thousand horsemen good of manhoode and of might.
The Britaynes good, and Beline in that case,
To Macedone I marcht, with souldiers well apayde,
Both for my brothers sake and riches of the place.
Whereto when as wee came, in litle space
We wan the feelde, we tooke the spoyles of all the land at will,
In pleasures plungde we had of wealth, renowne, and fame, our fill.
With spoyle of mortall men was not content:
I past not of these conquests all a strawe,
The temples of the gods to spoile I ment,
And towards Delphos with mine army went.
Whereas on hyghe the temple stoode most glorious to beholde,
And god Apollos shrine enrichte with mighty masse of gold.
To mortall men some of theyr treasures great:
They haue no neede thereof for to dispende
For clothing, vitayles, armour, drinke or meate.
But yet wee must therefore theyr priests intreate.
There is enough for them, and vs, and many moe beside,
Of offerings greate, from Princes brought of all the world so wide.
In Greece, wel fenst with rising rockes about,
By nature plaest aloft in pleasaunt ayre,
So high to scale they neede no enmies doubt.
No watch, no warde they keepe the walles about.
So strong steepe pendent are the rockes whereon it stately stands:
As not the like could euer yet be made with mortall hands.
Or when the trompets sounde therein is herde,
The Ecchoes shrill so cause the skies to shake,
That straungers staring stand and muse afferde.
The wordes and tunes resounde agayne so harde,
So often times aboute from euery rocke so playne,
As if to one that cryde a thousand cryde to him agayne.
To maruayle much, to feare and wonder still:
And at the syte thereof to stare and gaze,
Deuising ofte the stately high and mighty hill.
A building founded first by heauenly skill
In citye fayrely builte, and costly graude with worke of hande,
Apolloes temple highe to heauen aboue the rest doth stande.
And large aloft, without pendant vpright,
So high it seemes impossible to winne,
With comely forme the gazers to delight.
The maiesty whereof (I weene) did them inuite
That chose that seate, to dedicate a temple in the same,
Whereof for Oracles was spred through all the world the fame.
A turning wey there is, and in the playne
A denne through rockes for deepenesse doth surmount,
And turning vaults far in, whence aunsweres vayne
The priests receiue from sprits to tell agayne.
When any come for counsayle there, of things to come to knowe.
Th'insensate priests the aunsweres of deluding sprits doe showe.
From all the world and coasts of nations far:
With many gifts of gold and siluer wrought,
The statures of the Gods and iewells rich there wer.
To Delphos all they runne in any doubte which ar.
This was the madnesse tho that mortall men bewicht:
Whereby Apolloes temple was and Delphos so inricht.
For towardes it as with my mates I went,
Them bee of courage good and nothing feare I bid,
I told them, with the spoile, them to reward I ment.
But now I askte how they would giue consent
The captaynes Euridane and Thessalone companions in the pray,
Where it were good straight now to scale, or else a while to stay.
Before the Graecians were prouided for defence:
And straight to scale with skill the mighty wall,
Before the city knewe of our pretence.
The souldiers stout abroad encamped thence,
And sayd they must refreshe their weried limmes a space,
Vnable else to scale, or meete their enmyes in the face.
In villages, to make no spare of wine:
The Britayne souldiers fell thereon to sip,
Forgate their feats of warre and playd the swine.
Against their captaynes eke they gan repine.
So that full long it was or wee could them perswade
To flye from Bacchus bouthes, and fall agayne to blade.
But of our enmies fourteene thousand were:
The stately towne they see, their harts to glad,
I bad them not at all to stand in doubt or feare.
Behold (quoth I) what doth in sight aloft appeare,
Those charets glittering braue, and statures stout in founded gold
Of sollid masse, more weighty riche then glorious to behold.
And in the walles thereof their pictures shone:
Not one of these (quoth I) the Britaynes scapes,
Wee souldiers shall possesse them euery one.
Let vs therefore not linger here vpon,
But geue th'assaulte: for here in hand wee haue for spoiles a peece,
In price of gold, of perle & gemmes, surmounts the wealth of Greece.
(Yet worthy Princes all) of mortall men:
But here the treasures of the Gods are prest
To looke for vs: shall wee refuse them then?
Wee shall not so bee profered ofte agen.
Within the walles hereof are greater offerings farre by odds:
Th'attyre, crownes, scepters, statures, plate and garnish of the Gods.
Our souldiers brainesicke, heedelesse vp ascend:
The Delphos men had fenste the easiest wayes,
So that against the rockes our force wee bend.
With stones the scaleing Britaynes downe they hend.
An earthquake eke by vowes and cries the sacrificers reare,
Which on my souldiers downe to fall a mighty rocke did teare.
The haylestones mighty fall, the thunders rore:
The lightnings flasheing dazled all our eyes,
The Britaynes from th'assaute were ouer bore.
My souldiers slayne discomfit mee before,
And I sore wounded, foule amazde, orecome with toile and smart,
T'escape the Greekishe sword & shame did perce my selfe to th'harte.
Learne valiauntly in warres the sword to wend:
Let fame extoll your wise and warlike acts,
And let report your fortitude commend.
But let your warfares haue a wiser end,
And let what Bochas writes and Higgins here doth pen,
As myrours shew what good wee gate, to warre with Delphos men.
Lenuoy.
Should haue so hard and infamous an end:
Which of the worlde might haue bene Emperour,
If all be true that storyes him commend.
But where is Fortune permanent a frend?
Shee blyndely baytes and bathes her Impes in blisse:
Who trustes her still, I count ill fortune his.
And Iulian of Rome the Emperours,
And Diocesiane of Constantine in doubte,
Though in their times full worthy warriours,
So counted often noble conquerours,
They slewe themselues, abated from their blisse:
Which who so doth, I count ill fortune his.
And Dido for AEneas flight away:
That Iudas which betrayde the innocent,
And Pontius Pilate wrought their owne decay.
What neede I here on desperate captiues staye?
Sith who so bathes in flickering Fortunes blisse,
Without Gods grace, I count ill fortune his.
Yet best with such, who vertue sought alone:
The rest, which onely werde to wende aloft,
Were euer foylde, confounded by their fone.
But here I cease, the next full woe begone,
With rented corps appeard, deuoyde of blisse:
Recounting thus that haplesse ende of his.
Lenuoy.[_]
[For the earlier version of this lenvoy, see p. 190. The 1587 edition introduced
between the tragedies of Morindus and Nennius (15 and 16) three new tragedies—
those of Emerianus, Chirinnus, and Varianus (23–25), with appropriate lenvoys.
Lenvoy 15 was rewritten to introduce the first of these new tragedies.]
[For the earlier version of this lenvoy, see p. 190. The 1587 edition introduced between the tragedies of Morindus and Nennius (15 and 16) three new tragedies— those of Emerianus, Chirinnus, and Varianus (23–25), with appropriate lenvoys. Lenvoy 15 was rewritten to introduce the first of these new tragedies.]
His mighty labours all, and woefull end:
But Samsons conquests of his enemies,
The holy histories to vs commend.
Yet who so shal on fortitude depend,
Still trusting to obtayne the victory,
Let him beholde Morindus history.
The fall of Brennus, and his woefull end:
Though hee in force and powre bee nere so fell,
Hee cannot still on fortitude depend.
Tis vertue sole that all the wise commend:
Shee still obtaynes for aye the victory,
By true reporte of euery history.
All earthly pleasures feele a paynefull end:
Then happy thrice is hee, (the truth to tell)
That onely can on heauenly powre depend.
But now I must to you the next commend,
In blacke, mee thought, appearing mournefully,
Declaring thus his woefull misery.
[EMERIANUS]
How King Emerianus for his tirany was deposed, about the yeare before Christ, 225.
The wretch that woue the web wherein hee goes:
A dolefull blacke bad weede still weare hee shall
In woefull sorte, and nothing blame his foes.
What neede such one at all his name disclose?
Except the haplesse rest of Britaynes should,
Not here for shame resite his name hee would.
Scarce all one yeare, in Britayne Isle long sence.
But for I was in maners voide of grace,
Ferce, tyranous, and full of negligence,
Bloud thirsty, cruell, vaine, deuoide of sence.
The Britaynes mee desposde, from seat and crowne,
And reaude mee quite, of riches and renowne.
Discountnaunste, fayne to hide my selfe for shame:
What neede I longer stand to tell thee this?
My selfe was for my woefull fall to blame.
My raygne was short, in fewe my fall I frame.
My life was lothsome, soone like death that found.
Let this suffice a warning blaste to sound.
Lenuoy.
The cause why here this Prince is briefe in talkeIs, for the stories scarce remembre such:
What neede I then with them more farder walke?
Sith this perhaps, may seeme, is sayd to much.
I must but briefly these vnworthy tutch.
The next approaching pufte with dropsie wanne,
Thus wise, mee thought, his yexeing tale beganne.
[CHIRINNUS]
How King Chirinnus giuen to dronkennesse raygned but one yeare. Hee died about the yeare before Christ, 137.
Nor scarce with quiet browes begin my tale,
Let not my drousy talke bee ouer leapt.
For though my belching sent of wine or ale,
Although my face bee falloe, puft, and pale,
And legges with dropsy swell, & panche resound:
Yet let mee tell what vice did mee confound.
A sleepy swinishe head can nothing say:
The greatest heads and smalest eke were wont
To beare in them the finest wits away.
This thing is true, thou canst it not denay,
And Bacchus eke ensharps the wits of some,
Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum?
And this in place amongste my mates I speake:
I trust thou wilt bee here withall content,
Although in deede my wits of talke are weake.
So old a vessayle cannot chuse but leake.
May pardon craue, although his tongue trip twifold wrong.
But rulde short time: Sir Bacchus was my let:
Erinnys eke my sences so did swing,
That reason could no seat amongst them get.
Wherefore the truth I pray thee playnly set.
I gaue my selfe to surfets swilling wine,
And led my life much like a dronken swine.
My parched liuer lusted still for baste:
My tympane sounded like a taber well,
And nought but wine did like my greedy taste.
This vice and moe my life and mee defaste,
My face was blowne and blubd with dropsy wanne,
And legges more like a monster then a man.
My dispositions chaunged mee likewise:
For vices make a man a bull, a goate, an asse,
A swine or horse, (as Poets can comprise)
Transforming into beasts by sundry wise
Such men as keepe not onely shape of men,
But them mishapeth also now and then.
Without deseases, strong, in youthfull state,
Beware of Bacchus booth which all betrayes,
The vayle of vices vayne, the hauen of hate,
The well of weake delightes, the brande of bate,
By which I loste my health, life, Realme and fame,
My wealth, my crowne, my scepter, sheelde and name:
And only wan the shrowding sheete of shame.
Lenuoy.
And not refraine him selfe there from by grace:
Let him bee sure it shall his sence remoue,
His beauty reaue, his facts and fame deface:
His wealth, strength, health, shall waste and were apace,
Hee cannot liue in health till hee bee olde,
Nor purchase health, and sober fame againe, with sowes of golde.
Because hee doth all secrets deepe disclose:
In woemens weede, because men feebled are,
Effeminate, them selues to wine dispose.
Like wanton childe likewise they faine hee goes,
As dronkerds wanton were though nere so olde,
Not wonne to sage and sober life with sowes of golde.
Because hee makes men naked, poore, and bare:
By him they waste away the wealth they gaynde,
And plunge them selues in seas of woefull care:
Or naked then of vertues all they are,
When they to Bacchus bend, both yong and olde,
Not wonne to sage and sober life, with sowes of gold.
Let him refuse such naked gods to serue:
So shall he saue his fame auoyding strife,
And right report of all good men deserue.
But from my purpose lest I seeme to swerue:
There next me thought a Prince I did behold
Of vicious life, and thus his fates he did vnfold.
[VARIANUS]
How King Varianus gaue himselfe to the lustes of the flesh, and dyed about the yeare before Christ. 136.
What are the men, but wilful castaway?
Where gifts of grace doe garnish well the King,
There is no want, the land can lacke no thing.
The Court is stil well stor'd with noble prudent men,
In Townes and Cities Gouernours are graue:
The lands are tild, the common wealth doth prosper then,
And wealth at will the Prince and people haue.
What meanes his talke in these our golden yeares?
A Britayne Prince that Varianus hight,
I helde some time the crowne and scepter here by right.
And though no neede there be in these your golden dayes
Of states to tell, or vertues good discriue,
Good counsayle yet may after stand in stead alwayes,
When time agayne may vices olde reuiue.
Which felt the fall, or had their deaths addrest:
My cause of fall let me likewise declare,
For falles the deathes of vicious Princes are.
They fal, when all good men reioyce to heare or see
That they short time enioyde their places hie.
For Princes which for princely vertues praysed bee,
By death arise, extold they scale the skie.
That soone is sayde, to warne the sage and wise.
Or if that they no warning neede to haue,
This may perchaunce somewhat their labour saue
By such as would admonish them for loue:
When they my words and warnings here of vice beholde,
They may regarde and see their owne behoue.
For all were giuen almost to vice and wrong:
My selfe voluptuous was abandond quite,
To take in fleshly lust my whole delite:
A pleasure vile, that drawes a man from all good thrifte & grace,
Doth iust desires, and heauenly thoughtes expell:
Decayes the corps, defiles the soule, the factes and fame deface,
And pinges him downe to Plutoes paynes of hell.
Repining still my stayned life to see.
As when the Prince is wholy giuen to vice,
And holdes the lewder sort in greatest price,
The land decayes, disorder sprouts and springes abroade,
The worser sort do robbe, pille, polle, and spoyle,
The weaker are constraynd to beare the greatest loade,
And leese the goodes for which full sore they erst did toyle.
He will not suffer such haue scepter long.
As he did strike for sinfull life my seate,
And did me downe from royall kingdome beate:
So hath he done for aye, examples are in stories rife,
No wicked wight can gouerne long in rest:
For eyther some the like bereaues him of his life,
Or downe his throne and kingdome is deprest.
Bid Princes then and noble Peeres the like delights detest.
There is no way the iudgement high and wrath of Ioue to wrest.
Lenuoy.
Whose factes vnworthie were to be enrolde:
The cause why thence I make more speede away,
Is for his sake, whose fame hath farre bene tolde,
That noble Nennius Duke, a captaine bolde,
Of royall bloud, to Prince and countrey kinde,
Whose fame a place aboue the skies shall finde.
And coulde encounter with the best aliue:
Hee not to treason nor to falshode fell,
Nor with his ciuill friendes at home to striue:
But hence the landed Romaynes out to driue.
Which sith he did, to Prince and countrey kinde,
His fame a place aboue the skies shall finde.
Haue tolde their tales, but simply as you see:
To helpe my style, the Muses most demure,
For Nennius sake, gaue greater grace to mee.
Or else I thinke, frend Reader t'was for thee,
That when thou readst of Nennius noble minde,
Thou maist be so to Prince and countrey kinde.
But wish thee marke howe he exhorteth all:
Do learne by him for countreyes sake to fray,
In peace no broyles of warres at home to brall.
And thinke thou seest that noble captayne tall
Thus wise display his warlike noble minde,
Duke Nennius, so to Prince and countrey kinde.
Lenuoy.
[What griefe is this, that such a worthy wight]
[For the original version of Lenvoy 17, see p. 222. It was rewritten for the 1587 edition, to introduce the first of the fifteen new Roman tragedies (26–40). The tragedies have no lenvoys.]
(Which meant to Prince & Countrey both so wel)
Should haue his death amongst his friendes adight,
Though he in noble feates did so excell.
But so full oft it falles (the trueth to tell)
Who best doth meane the publike weales defence,
By some mishap is soonest reaued thence.
Such diuers haue in ages all bene seene,
Such therefore still were enuide much the more,
Both of the proude, and such as hatefull beene.
For when they seeke the publique weales defence,
By some mishap th'are soonest reaued thence.
The rest begin within themselues to striue,
Which when they doe, the body feeles decay,
It cannot long preserue it selfe aliue:
For when diseases bad, good health depriue,
If once they reaue the vitall strength from thence,
Too late is sought for sicknesse sure defence.
Which made vs tribute first to Rome to pay:
The Monarch Iulius Caesar, halfe in doubte
In the'nglish tongue what he were best to say.
At length me thought, not making more delay,
His life, warres, death, to shewe he did commence,
Which first with hostage bare the conquest hence.
[CAIUS IULIUS CAESAR]
How Caius Iulius Cesar which first made this Realme tributary to the Romaynes, was slayne in the Senate house, about the yeare before Christ, 42.
And Lydgate haue likewise translated wel the same:
Yet sith my place in order here againe I find,
And that my factes deseru'd in Britayne worthy fame:
Let me againe renue to memory my name.
Recite my mind, which if thou graunt to mee,
Thou shalt therefore receiue a friendly fee,
And for my tale, perhaps commended thou shalt bee.
And worst not well which way to winde or wrest his talke,
As may both sound to like a perfect English eare,
And eke direct thy dreadfull pen which way to walke:
Lest thou on this shouldst long diuine, or muse, or calke,
I will thee tell: but take in hand thy pen,
First set thy selfe to write my wordes, and then
A mirrour make yet more for Magistrates agen.
Haue come to pearce thine eares before this present time,
I thinke amongst the rest, likewise my noble actes
Haue shewde them selues in sight, as Phoebus fayre in prime.
When first the Romayne state began aloft to clime,
And wanne the wealth of all the worlde beside,
When first their force in warlike feates were tryde,
My selfe was victour hee that did the Romaynes guyde.
That worthie Romayne borne, renownde with noble deeds:
What neede I here recyte the linage whence I came,
Or else my great exploytes? perdy t's more then needes:
But onely this to tell, of purpose now proceedes:
Why I a Romayne Prince, no Britayne, here
Amongst these Britayne Princes now appeere,
As if amongst the rest a Britayne Prince I were.
Of all my life, and so deeme better of the end:
I will againe the same to mind yet briefly call,
To tell thee how thou maist me prayse or discommend.
Which when thou hast, perdy, as I recyte it, pend,
Thou shalt confesse that I deserued well,
Amongst them here my tragedie to tell,
By conquest sith I wanne this Ile before I fell.
No noble authour writes that can forget the same:
My prayse I know in print through all the worlde is blowne,
Ther's no man scarce that writes, but he recytes my fame.
My worthie Father Lucius Caesar had to name,
Aurelia eke my mother also hight,
Of Caius Cotta daughter borne by right,
As fayre and wise a dame as euer saw the light.
Sith that my noble Aunt (that Iulia hight) me taught,
Who could with morall doctrine good instruct me well,
And sawe the frame in me that natures skill had wrought,
By her instructions aye I wit and fauour sought.
I was accounted comely of my grace,
I had by natures gift a Princely face,
And wisedome high to wey and deeme of euery case.
Of body spare and leane, yet comely made to see:
What neede I more of these impertinent recyte,
Sith Plutarch hath at large describde it all to thee,
And eke thy selfe that thinkst thou seest and hearest me,
Maist well suppose the rest, or take the viewe
Thou maist by talke of those which erst me knewe,
And by my statures tell of my proportion true.
My eloquence was likte of all that hearde me pleade,
I had the grace to vse my tearmes, and place them fitte,
My roling Rhetoricke stoode my Clients oft in steade:
No fine conueyance past the compasse of my heade.
I wan the spurres, I had the laud and prayse,
I past them all that pleaded in those dayes,
I had of warlike knowledge, Keasar, all the keyes.
An office great in Rome of priesthoode Princely hie,
I married eke Cossutia whereof much mischiefe rose,
Because I was diuorc'st from her so speedily.
Diuorcement breeds despite, defame is got thereby.
For such as fancies fond by chaunge fulfil,
Although they thinke it cannot come to ill,
The wrong they shew doth cry to God for vengeance still.
Or of the warres I waged Consul with the Galles?
The worthiest writers had desire of me to write,
They plac'st my life amongst the worthies and their falles.
So Fame me thinks likewise amids the Britaynes calles
For Caesar with his sword, that bare with them the sway,
And for the cause that brought him into such decay,
Which by his noble acts did beare their freedome first away.
And made them subiect all obaysant vnto mee:
Mee thought I had vnto the worlde his ende
By west subdued the Nations whilome free.
There of my warres I wrot an historye
By nights, at leisure times so from my Countrey far,
I did describe the places and the sequelles of my war
The Commentaryes calde of Caesars acts that ar.
By west of Fraunce, which in the Ocean sea did lye:
And that there was likewise no cause or time to let,
But that I might with them the chance of Fortune trye.
I sent to them for hostage of assuraunce, I,
And wild them tribute pay vnto the Romayne stoute,
Or else I woulde both put theyr liues & goods in doubte,
And also reaue away the best of all theyr route.
Abused those which brought th'ambassage that I sent:
Now sith (quod they) the land and region here is oures,
Wee will not Caesar to thy rightlesse hestes assent.
By dome of frendly Goddes first this Ile wee hent,
Of Priames bloud wee ar, from Greece we Troianes came.
As Brutus brought vs thence, & gaue this land his name,
So for our fredome we will freely fight to keepe the same.
The wealthie warlike sorte of Britaynes stout within,
Were rather able well to giue, then take the foyle,
To those which came by warres, their freedom for to win.
My selfe made first assault, with them I did begin,
Of all the Romaynes first I waged with them warre:
And this I can report, they valiant people are,
They feare no foes, they recke no fame, of people nere or farre.
Some Britaynes thether came amongst the Galles to fight,
And that for pleasure sake, to try of Mars the chaunce,
And for to haue of Romayne warres the sight:
That they no labour sparde by day nor yet by night,
In campe, in scoute, for hunger, heate, or colde:
But were in all attemptes of armes so stout and bolde,
As erst I neuer hearde of any nation tolde.
That glory hopt to get so doughtie heartes to daunt:
On which, with winds at wil, I Gallia shoares forsooke,
Full minded for to make the Britaynes tribute graunt,
Sith at my message sent, they seemed so to taunt.
With armour, souldiers good, and of munition store,
To strands and hauens and coastes of Britayne shore
I came appointed wel, with fiftie sayles or more.
By pollicies, and force to hurt my shippes and mee,
That I was forced after my returne agen,
To rigge my shippes: a wonders thing to see:
For in the strands and in the seas, where landing places be,
Sharpe postes they pight, whereon our shippes wee ron:
And at our enemies shoares, that woulde haue glory won,
In daunger both by land and sea were almost all vndone.
And sharpely fought with them, whose praises earst we herd:
I haue no cause of Britayne conquest for to boast,
Of all the Regions first and last with whome I werd.
A people stout and strong, enduring chaunces herd,
And desperate, wilde and fearce, and recklesse found I then,
Not soone agast with dinte, or fright with fall of men,
Nor brought to yeelde with blowes, but bent for life to strike agen.
But so behau'de themselues in euery place of fight,
As though to Martiall feates they onely had betooke
Themselues, and for the palme did all their dealinges dight.
Though with my Romaynes I wagde all my warlike might,
I was not able there, to cause them yeelde or flee,
Or for a space to take a time of truce with mee:
Thou shalt (quod they) perceiue our equall Mars with thee.
And for to saue our shattered ships and armour brought,
To wey them out that else had bulgd themselues in sand,
Hereon before the fielde with might and mayne we wrought,
Beside at skirmish oft, vpon the shoare we fought.
These labours tyred so my men and me that tyde,
That we could not endure the battayles brunt t'abyde,
But sound retrayte, till better Fortune might vs guyde.
And shipt, we hoysed sayles, to Fraunce we made retyre:
Where for an armie newe, another roade we shapt,
If winterr colde were past, to come agayne another yeere:
And so we did in deede, and bought our comming deere.
For they prouided had so well to fight, that I
With all mine armies stoute could finde no victorye,
But fayne eftsoones with losse of men for life was forc'st to flye.
Eke from this people fearce with speede to shift away:
The chaunce of warre is hard and doubtfull for t'assure,
Where th'enemies neyther dint of death nor dangers fray.
They reckt not of their wealth, nor losse of goods decay,
But for their freedom fought, on Princes case they stood,
With ioyfull heartes they waged warlike life and blood:
They counted rule at home, and rest, and ease, the greatest good.
The people were so fearce, so recklesse, stout, and bold:
No time of rest I wrought amongst them to soiourne,
They could not by the Romayne peeres bee ruled nor controld.
They sayde they would vs pay no siluer, brasse, nor golde,
To our indictions sent, they would not set their hand,
But for to trye the case, with all their power to stand,
And for to keepe by fight and force the freedome of their land.
That neuer erst with such repulse to foes did turne the backe,
The Britaynes they reioyce with triumphes all and some,
And Fame doth flye to sound report, they make the Romaynes packe:
Where we no men, no coyne, nor no munition lacke,
No captaines good, no arte, no vitayle, hearte to fight,
A goodly spoyle, the land a pray before our sight:
We wanted wonted hap, we could not cut them out aright.
The Britaynes past the time in triumphes and in feastes,
And for their second victory with sports they spend the day,
Accounting vs in their respect but dastard coward beastes.
Amongst their other sport of Iusts and pleasant iestes,
A ciuill discorde fell betweene two worthie noble peeres,
Of courage both so good, that neyther boasting feares,
And either bad the other come, and darde him for his ears.
A worthie wight in warre, and prudent, wise, and sage:
The other Elenine, whose prayse no stories bring
But stoutnesse in his fight, as ruled all by rage.
Yet both against the Romaynes with the king did wadge
The British warre full well, and serued as they ought,
Till time at home the prayse of triumphes vaine they sought,
Which in the end brought all the former friendly fight to nought.
Vnto Androgeus which was the Earle of London then,
And claimed eke the palme (they say) that he did win
In triumphes at the iustes amongst the noble men.
But as they went about to trye the line agen,
They fell from wordes to sharpe, and layde on loade amayne,
And many blowes were tryde alone betweene them twayne:
Till at the length, I wote not how, this Irenglas was slayne.
Vnto the Earle his cosin, whence he would not come:
He feared least he should haue lost his hated head.
The guilty heart conceau's before, the iustice of his dome.
He wiste if once he went, there needed him no toome.
Wherefore he it refusde, and Th'earle was discontent:
Who message sharpe againe vnto the King had sent,
That he his cosin for to saue, and beare him out was bent.
Both slay his friend, and eke refuse to bide the lawe,
And also in rebellious wise, endeuour what they coulde
To cut themselues vniustly from the Princes awe,
Though it him greeu'd to see at home so foule a flawe,
He could not yet abide the iniuries were showne,
But armde himselfe and his, gainst subiects once his owne,
In hope to take the Rebelles so, or haue them ouerthrowne.
Against his Prince to wage rebellious warres begon,
He sent to me, desiring helpe to wreake
The iniuries and wrong Cassibellane had don.
He Sceua sent in hostage eke, for pledge, his onely sonne,
And thirtie youthes beside, of honour great well borne:
I would not trust his talke, nor message sent beforne,
For feare I might (if fayne he did) by treason be forlorne.
(For hee did warrant mee my pourpose to obtayne)
I shipt my men, and hyed mee thetherward full fast,
Had wind at will, & came to see the shining shoares agayne:
And of my comming so the Earle was glad and fayne.
Wee ioyned hands and leage and armyes for the fight.
I was conducted well by day and darkesome night,
And faught, and put Cassibellane the noble King to flight.
And oft assayde to sley or take the Earle or mee:
And when hee sawe at length his labour vayled naught,
And Britaynes with the Romaynes lynked so to bee,
Great griefe hee had in them such treason for to see.
His losse perdy in war not greude him halfe so sore,
As for to see his people liege erst subiects euermore,
To fight agaynst the royall king, which lou'd them so before.
The tribute graunted was three thousand pound a yere:
Wee bare away the price, wee wan the worthy feelde,
And made them frends agayne that bought our fauour dere.
I neede no longer staye to tell the story here,
Nor yet to gieue my friend the Earle of London blame,
Sith by his meanes I wanne to Rome eternall fame,
Though he in Britayne beare for aye a shrowding sheete of shame.
Amongst the Galles and Britaynes I had sped:
I made request, by frends, I might be Consull now
On my returne agayne: but Pompeyes hauty hed
Did ioyne him selfe with Peeres & armies which he led,
Alleadging playne I meant the publique weale t'nuade:
They would represse my pryde with might & dint of blade:
And for to meete mee at retourne prouision greate they made.
To Greece from Rome in haste, where they prepared war:
For in Epyrus then with souldiers they did lye.
This Pompey proude that made the Romaynes with mee iar,
Hee at Dyrrachium stayde, to which (though it were far)
I led mine hoste: I skirmisht often there:
But hee so valiauntly in armes himselfe did beare,
That from the fight to flye wee soone contented were.
To Thessaly hee came, where I did stay therefore:
Our armies met and fearcely faught, not bent to yeelde,
Till fifteene hundred men were slayne, or more.
But in the end they fled, wee tooke of prisoners store,
They durst not dare t'abide the chaunce of Mars to trye,
But as they fell before the sworde, and flye,
O souldier holde thy hande, and saue theyr liues (quod I.)
To Ptolemy the king as then but yong of age,
Where of his slaughter foule Septimius hath the blame,
Hee was his end that did these warres against mee wage.
Euen so by course wee come to play vpon the stage,
Our trauayles haue an end when wee doe feele the fall:
For sith our life is but a race of misery and thrall,
Death taketh at the length an order for vs all.
When hee was deade, to take reuenge on mee,
And I by dint of sworde repelde theyr force awaye,
Gate offices of rule, and gouernde eche degree:
At Caesars beck and call obeysaunt all they bee:
Enacted lawes, derected ech estate,
Emperially the first aloft I sate,
That had not then in all the worlde a mate.
To holde good Fortune fast, a worke of skill:
Who so with prudent arte can stay that stately dame
Which sets vs vp so high vpon her hauty hill,
And constant aye can keepe her loue and fauour still,
Hee winnes immortall fame and high renowne:
But thrise vnhappy hee that weres the stately crowne,
Yf once misfortune kicke and cast his scepter downe.
And Emperour or Captayne sole for aye:
My glory did procure mee secret foes,
Because aboue the rest I bare the sway.
By sundry meanes they sought my deepe decaye.
For why, there coulde no Consuls chosen bee,
No Pretor take the place, no sentence haue decree,
Vnlesse it likte mee first, and were approude by mee.
As Cassius, which the Pretorship did craue,
And Brutus eke his friende which bare the crime
Of my dispatch, for they did first depraue
My life, mine actes, and sought my bloud to haue,
Full secretly amongst them selues conspirde, decreede
To bee attemptors of that cruell bloudy deede,
When Caesar in the Senate house from noble hart should bleede.
His Epitaph my death did long before forshowe:
Cornelius Balbus sawe mine horses headlesse ronne
Without a guide, forsakeing foode for woe.
Spurina warned mee that sooth of thinges did knowe,
A wrenne in beake with Laurell greene that flewe
From woods to Pompeys Court, whom birdes there slew,
Forshowde my dolefull death, as after all men knew.
I caried was, and flewe the clouds aboue:
And sometime hand in hand with Ioue supreame
I walkte mee thought, which might suspitions moue.
My wife Calphurnia, Caesars only loue,
Did dreame shee sawe her crest of house to fall,
Her husband thrust through breast a sword withall,
Eke that same night her chamber dores themselues flewe open all.
And I accrazed was and thought at home to stay:
But who is hee can voyde of destnyes such,
Where so great number seekes hym to betray.
The traytour Brutus bad mee not delay,
Nor yet to frustrate there so great assembly sate:
On which to heare the publique pleas I gate,
Mistrusting naught mine end and fatall fate.
Presenting mee a scrole of euery name:
And all their whole deuise that sought my bloud,
That presently would execute the same.
But I supposde that for some suit hee came,
I heedelesse bare this scrole in my left hand,
And others more, till leasure, left vnscand,
Which in my pocket afterwards they fand.
Nere to the place where I was after slayne:
Of whose diuinings I did litle passe,
Though hee to warne mee oft before was fayne.
My hauty hart these warnings all disdayne.
(Quod I) the Ides of Marche bee come, yet harme is none.
(Quod hee) the Ides of Marche be come, yet th'ar not gone.
And reckelesse so to Court I went, and tooke my throne.
And one approached nere, as to demaund some thing:
To whom as I layd eare, at once my foes
Mee compast round, their weapons hid they bring.
Then I to late perceiu'd the fatall sting.
O this (quoth I) is violence: then Cassius pearst my breast:
And Brutus thou my sonne (quoth I) whom erst I loued best?
Hee stabde mee in, and so with daggers did the rest.
And carefull will to warre for Kingdomes sake:
By mee, that set my selfe aloft the world to guide,
Beware what bloudsheds you doe vndertake.
Ere three & twenty wounds had made my hart to quake,
What thousands fell for Pompeys pride and mine?
Of Pompeys life that cut the vitall line,
My selfe haue told what fate I found in fine.
And some themselues for griefe of hart did slay:
For they ne would mine Empyre stay to vewe.
Some I did force to yeelde, some fled away
As loth to see theyr Countryes quite decay.
The world in Aphrike, Asia, distant far,
And Europe knew my bloudsheds great in war,
Recounted yet through all the world that ar.
To haue renowne and rule aboue the rest,
Without remorce of many thousands slayne,
Which, for their owne defence, their warres addrest:
I deeme therefore my stony harte and brest
Receiu'd so many wounds for iust reuenge, they stood
By iustice right of Ioue, the sacred sentence good,
That who so slayes, hee payes the price, is bloud for bloud.
[CLAUDIUS TIBERIUS NERO]
How Claudius Tiberius Nero Emperour of Rome was poysoned by Caius Caligula, The yeare of Christ, 39.
On high estate: auayles it ought thinke yee?
The gold is tryde when it is brought to tuche:
So tryall telles what wordly tryomphes bee.
When glory shines, no daungers deepe wee see,
Till wee at last finde true the prouerbe olde:
Not all that shynes is pure and perfect golde.
Of royall rule, and thyrst so sore for seate,
No springes of Pernasse mount can quench the fire,
Nor Boreas blaste alay the hawty heate.
On high renowne so much theyr braynes they beate,
And toyle so much for fading flickering fame,
On earth for ay to leaue behinde a name.
And how shee turnes about the totering wheele:
How shee doth chaunge her minde and turne her grace,
How blinde of sight shee is, how light of heele:
They would now rew the fatall falles they feele,
They would not after blame her blindnesse so,
But looke before, and leape her lightnesse froe.
And prayse Dame Fortune first if they speede well:
But if thereby fall after some anoy,
They curse her then, as hatefull hagge of hell:
They banne her then, and yet themselues were curst,
Which tooke her bayte so freely at the furst.
They count her giftes and pleasures all good hap:
But if at last shee frowne (as custome is)
And let them slip agayne beside her lap,
They then confesse her baytes did boad some trap.
As I haue prou'd, what Fortune giues to men,
For pleasure eache, shee bringes displeasures ten.
The Emprour which in peace did rule so long,
In whose good raigne was borne the Lord of light
Nam'd Iesus Christ, in powre and workes so strong,
Whom in my dayes the Iewes opprest with wrong,
Of which good Christ anone I haue to tell:
But of Augustus first, and after how I fell.
Which Liuia hight, a fayre and noble dame:
His daughter Iulia I likewise did bed,
And put away my wife of better fame
Agrippa great with child, the more my blame:
I was through this and th'Emprisse Liuias skill,
Adopted Emprour by Augustus will.
Adopted thus, and for my noble acts,
I was (perdy) to warre and peace well traynde,
Th'Illyrians must confesse my famous facts:
In three yeares space my powre their pride subacts.
On them and Germaynes triompht neare and farre,
Saue Punike fight the greatest Romayne warre.
To Rome returne a yeare before his end)
Throughout the world the fame of mee did goe,
The Romaynes all to fauour mee did bend.
To them Augustus did my warres commend,
Adopted mee, and (as I sayd) for this
The Romaynes bold and hee, enbraued mee with blisse.
Who then but Caesar: I did rule alone:
By nature proude, presuming to aspire,
Desembling that which afterwarde was knowne.
For when the fathers minde to me was showne,
Of their electing mine Emperiall place,
I seemde to stay, refusing it a space.
And eke to heare what euery one would say,
Which was the cause why some I after rid,
The best perdy I made as foes away.
By slaughter so I thought my throne to stay,
But farre besides that I purposde it fell,
As time doth trye the fruite of thinges full well.
Which made me with the Senate discontent:
From Iudaea did Pontius Pilate write
His letters how the Iewes, to malice bent,
Had put to death one Christ full innocent,
The sonne of God, of might, of power no lesse,
Which rose from death, as Christians all confesse.
Thus wise he wrote:
Pontius Pilate to his Lorde Claudius wisheth health.
This letter in Flores historiarum, is but you may not thinke that I doe set it downe thereby to affirme that he wrate it. For I am perswaded he would not write so well, and yet it appears by Orosius and others that Claudius would haue made Christ to haue bene taken in Rome for a God, and that the Senate and he fell so at variance about the same matter.
The Iewes through wrath by cruell doome haue lost
Themselues, and all their ofspring that ensue.
For when their fathers promise had that God
Would send to them from heauen his holy one,
That might deseruingly be namde their King,
And promist by a virgine him to th'earth to sende,
The same (I pronoste here) when th'Hebrewes God was come,
And they him saw restore the blind to sight,
To cleanse the leapers, cure the palsies eke,
To cast diuelles out of men, and rayse the dead,
Commaund the windes, on sea with dry feete walke,
And many maruayles great beside to doe,
When all the Iewish people called him the sonne of God,
The Chiefe Priestes enuying him deliuered him to mee,
And bringing many forged fained faultes
Namde him a wisarde, and against their lawes to doe:
And I beleeud it so to be, and whipt him for the cause,
Deliuering him to them to vse as they thought best.
They crucifide him, buried him, set keepers at his tombe,
Yet he, while as my souldiers kept his graue,
The third day rose againe, and came to life.
But so their hatreds bent, they bribde the souldiers all,
And bad them say, that his disciples stale his corps away.
The souldiers yet, when they the money taken had,
Could not the trueth keepe silent of the facte:
For both they witnessed that he was risen againe,
And of the Iewes, that they so taken money had.
I therefore here so write to you, lest any otherwise
Some lye do bring, or thinke we should beleeue of Iewes the lyes.
Both with the fathers graue in high degree,
And with the nobles of the Senate were
That Christ in Rome as God might counted bee,
To which they onely did not disagree,
(Because the letters came not first to them)
But by edicte from Rome did banish Christen men.
Although Seianus from my party fell:
The Senate which the Christians sought to rid,
By me were after seru'd in order well.
For as Christs Godhead they would Rome expell,
And would not serue the God of meekenesse sent,
To pot apace their hawty heads were pent.
And foure and twenty fathers graue I chose:
From shoulders eke most of their heades I cut,
And left likewise aliue but twaine of those.
Seianus I did slay, of Drusus deadly foes.
I Germanique, adopted late, with poyson slewe,
His sonnes likewise, my poysons force well knewe.
The King of Iewes, the Lorde of life and health,
Were gouernde thus: Tiberius thus did vse
The men that were the Gods in common wealth,
Forsaking so their heauenly sauing health.
The Emprour I which shoulde their liues defende,
Sought all the meanes to bring their liues to ende.
Dissembled things that least I fauourd still:
I neuer vsde to speake the thinges I meant,
But bare in minde the wayes to worke men ill.
And those I tooke away as time did serue,
Inconstant vnto each, yet seeming seeld to swerue.
And pleasure all I gaue my studie then:
Nought more then subtile shiftings did me please,
With bloudshed, craftie, vndermining men.
My Courte was like a Lyons lurking den.
The Iesters namde mee Caldius Biberius Mero,
In stead of this my name, Claudius Tiberius Nero.
For why, my factes at last deserude defame,
Infected with so many a fulsome crime,
As may not here repeated be for shame.
I haue no cause the Lady blinde to blame,
But blame my selfe I must, abusing place,
Which might full well haue vsde the giftes of grace.
First vile dissembling both with God and man:
For bloudshed then, which hauocke made of all,
Bloud cryes to him that well reuenge it can.
For filthie life I much offended than:
Wherefore aliue thus poysoned with these three,
Caligula did find the fourth to bane vp mee.
I wish them wisely wey that heare me shall,
And poyse my first exploytes with later yeeres,
And well consider one thing in my fall:
Abuse of power abaseth Princes all.
In throne on earth, as Ioue, the Prince he sits,
As Ioue to iudge aright, he plyes his wits.
If not, then Ioue whose Iustice he omits,
With thunderbolt from sacred seate him hits.
[CAIUS CAESAR CALIGULA]
How Caius Caesar Caligula Emperour of Rome was slayne by Cherea and others, The yeare of Christ, 42.
To see how soone there vices ping them vnder,
But run vnruly, reckelesse of their race,
Till at the length they make themselues a wonder.
When from aloft theyr traces fall a sonder,
There is no hope to hold aright the trace:
Fortuna once when shee beginnes to thunder,
They cannot keepe aloft th' Emperiall place:
The Lady blynde, so blindly makes them blunder.
With ioy did gaze, when bloudy slayne I lay.
Here lyes (quoth they) thrust thirty times throughout:
The monster vile, that beast Caligula,
Which did so many giltlesse Romaynes slay.
The nobles now the matrones neede not doubt,
The virgins now retayne theyr vertues may:
The worthy writers may their workes set out,
They neede no longer feare theyr foule decay.
I forced nought of vertue, faith, nor lawe:
In powre I put my confidence and trust,
Regarding right nor Iustice strickte a strawe.
My facts infarst my life with many a flawe,
So Venus vile by dealings moste vniust,
Did mee to deedes of deadly inceste drawe:
My sisters three accuse my rudenesse must,
Which had of God nor natures hestes the awe.
That Iupiter to name my selfe did dare
For incestes vile, which all good wights despise,
Nam'd Bacchus eke a dronken shrine I bare.
To call mee God some flatterers did not spare.
By message I commaunded then likewise,
Petronius at Ierusalem prepare
My stature in the Temple to comprise,
Of honours so, to haue an heauenly share.
And murders mischieues mingled with the rest,
Without regard of sexe, of yong or olde,
For which the Romaynes did my life detest.
To vices vile my deedes were all addrest:
Vnfit they should bee here reherst or tolde.
Wherefore to rid mee Cheria thought it best,
Some others eke t'accomplishe it were bolde,
In thirty steedes they stabde me through the brest.
My life procurde both Gods and men my foes:
Let Princes then beware of pompe and pride,
And not themselues to vices such dispose.
The throne will soone a Princely minde disclose,
The tyraunts hart at once in throne is tryde:
Iehoua iust beholds both these and those,
T'abace the bad, the godly well to guide,
The good to gard, and godlesse downe depose.
[GUIDERIUS]
How Guiderius King of Britayne and the elder sonne of Cimbaline was slayne in battayle by a Romayne, The yeare of Christ, 44. Or as some write, 46.
Let not my death and story lye forgote:
Good cause there is I should remembred bee,
If thou the falles of Britayne Princes note.
Aloft I sate in Princely place a flote,
I had the sword, I bare the scepter right:
I was accounted aye a worthy wight,
And with the Romaynes proud I waeged warlike fight.
The sonne of Cimbaline, and after King:
I tribute nild to Romaynes payd before,
Mee thought it was to bace a seruile thing.
No Romayne should mee in subiection bring,
I sayd I would not pay them tribute, I,
They did extort the same by force, perdy,
Agaynst all right, a charge without occasion why.
I sent him word agayn I would not pay:
I would not graunt, vniustly hee did craue,
That might in time procure my Realmes decay:
Hee should not beare our freedome so away.
For as by treason Caesar gate the fame,
And tribute, when to winne this Realme hee came:
So now I iustly might deny to pay the same.
The noble Claudius Caesar came to trye the case:
Which had perdy before receaued high reporte,
Both of my wealth, my force, and noble grace.
So thinking well hee might my fame and mee deface,
From Rome hee came to Britayne with his host,
And landed here vppon my Southerne cost,
By Martiall feates to try whom Fortune fauourde most.
The subtil slights of Romaynes in their war:
The slye deceats of such doe make a showe,
Whereby to try the people what they ar.
Note well such foes in dealing neare and far,
Amidst the field, in scout, or fight alone:
Of all the rest example take by one,
For vnder Sunne of more despite a nation is there none.
With whom encountring oft I made my party good:
Hamonius men hym cald, and hee was more then mad,
Because his might so often fearcely I withstood.
At last hee wrought a wyle which way to shed my bloud,
Hee clad him selfe as hee a Britayne souldier weare,
Like armour, sword, and target did hee beare,
And bad the Romaynes of the field to take no feare.
And made abought as t'were some Britayne lost his place,
Or broken out of ray, hee spyde an oape at mee,
Which done, his men retyrde, and wee pursude the chace.
Come on my mates (quoth hee) the Romaynes flye apace,
In Britishe tongue hee spake, and sayd, they flye, they flye,
Our hostages him taught that time at Rome did lye,
Whereby they deemde him all a Britayne, as did I.
Betweene my armour splints hee gaue the wound:
And fast away for life to shift hee made,
Which did by this disceate my life and mee confound.
This was my fate, of my distresse the ground.
And so recite my last adieu, declare this fall of mee:
That men may shun the slights, and subtile wyles of foes may see.
Who well takes heede of such may liue, and long the wiser bee.
[LAELIUS HAMO]
How Laelius Hamo the Romayne Captayne was slayne after the slaughter of Guiderius, about the yeare of Christ, 46.
Disguis'd therfore, in field did sley their noble King.
I ventred in their host, and I my purpose had:
To venture so for Countryes sake a worthy thing.
But who so wenes to win by slaughter high renowne,
Hath often times the fate, to fall by slaughter downe.
In flight I taken was, and hewde in pieces small:
Which downe the cleeues they did into the waters cast,
And by my name as yet the hauen and harbor call.
Who thinkes by slaughters prayse, to winne immortall fame
By treason vile, perchaunce encurres a shrouding sheete of shame.
[CLAUDIUS TIBERIUS DRUSUS]
How Claudius Tiberius Drusus Emperour of Rome was poysoned by his wife Agrippina, the yeere of Christ. 56.
So well they say which name her beetle blinde.
I neede not tell what I haue learnde at schooles,
But may by proofe expresse my foolish minde.
My mother by her prouerbs me a foole defynde,
Which often sayd when any foolishly had done:
In faith you are as wise as Claudius my sonne.
But also me a monster oft she namde,
Vnperfect all, begun by nature, but begot
Not absolute, not well, nor fully framde.
Sith thus my mother often me defamde,
What meant the men of Rome, which so elected me,
A foole, a monster foule, their gouernour to be?
That I (vnfit therefore) attaynde the throne:
And yet the Senate tooke a while the pause,
Determinde to abolish euery one
Of Caesars linage, as their mortall fone.
For why they could receiue no quiet reste,
But still by vs were cruelly oppreste.
In place obscure, vnfit for Caesars grace,
They brought me forth, there me proclayme they did,
Because I seemde much meekenesse to embrace,
Whereby the warriours were to me enclinde,
Supposing I was meeke, of gentle minde:
But they herein and Fortune both were blinde.
Doth fayne himselfe to beare a simple eye:
The rauening Wolfe would take of Lambes the keepe,
If he condemne the Mastiues might to dye:
The Crocadile will fayne to weepe and crye:
But if the sheepe, her young, or wandring man be caught:
The Foxe, the Wolfe, & Crocadile, haue euen the pray they sought.
To take the Empires sway, a charge too greate,
But well I wiste, if th'armie did me chuse,
The Senate could not thereof me defeate:
They could not stay me from the hautie seate.
Thus though I seemd at first so simple, meeke and plaine:
Yet was I subtile, slye, and glad of glory vaine.
To wyne, to woemen eke, and belly chere,
And fearefull was, my wife for to displease
Messalina, whose maners homely were.
She made not onely me the horne to beare,
But also did allure good matrones vnto vice,
And virgines chaste to sinne, or made them pay the price.
Or men detested present for to bee,
Some crime was faynde or else some haynous acte,
Not they nor theirs from slaughter could be free.
Their wealth was more then mine: the prouerbe went as then,
I neede no treasure want, If I would please my men.
And made a vowe no more for aye to wedde,
Because my wiues sought eyther me to slay,
Or else with whoredome to defile my bedde.
But at the length, s'enraged was my head,
Agrippina my brothers daughter braue
Incestuously I chose, for spoused wife to haue.
I gaue my selfe to ryote, cardes and dice:
And I so skilfull was at length therein,
I wrote of dicing arte a worke of price.
This may declare if I were graue and wise.
Suspicious, doubtfull, fearefull so was I,
To euery corner sent some secret spie.
Was cause to take away th'offenders life:
And so forgetfull, such my negligence,
I would eftsoones enquire for those full rife,
As for Messalina of late my wanton wife:
Eke for such others I enquirde agayne,
As I before commaunded shoulde be slayne.
Adorning them with titles of estate,
Euen such perdy as seru'd my dyet then,
Amongst the auncient fathers often sate.
For this the noble Romaynes did me hate.
And for the cruell beastly life I lead,
Full often times they wisht that I were dead.
That after me the Empire he might haue:
Which when at length I had vnwisely donne
At her request, as she the same did craue:
In recompence to me she poyson gaue,
Whereof I dyed: this was my life and ende:
Let so my factes and fatall fall be pende.
[DOMITIUS NERO]
How the Emperour Domitius Nero liued wickedly and tyrannously, and in the ende miserably slewe himselfe, the yeere of Christ, 70.
Amongst the wreckes whom Fortunes tempestes tore?
Wel then I see I must, the case is clere,
But blame I must my onely selfe therefore.
I am that Nero rule in Rome that bore,
Agrippina my mother wrought that feate for mee,
Her husband poisned, I might Emprour bee.
As Senecke graue instructed me thereto:
But after, I to shamelesse dealings fell,
At randome liu'de in lust as Lechers doe,
To slaughters fell, of friendes and kinred to,
Not sparing those in fleshly lustes desire,
Whome natures impes dombe beastes will not require
But he that wanted shame, whose face was brasse,
That spared neyther men, mayde, virgine, wife,
Not mother, sister, kinde, nor kin that was:
Whose factes both care and shame did alwayes passe:
What shoulde he shame to doe, speake, thinke or say?
Which all his life cast bashfull shame away.
For glutony, I had no where my peere:
No kinde of crueltie but I did vse,
No wickednesse from which my life was cleere.
My pride did passe them all, both farre and neere.
Against the trade of kind in shamelesse life,
One man for bride me had; another for bridewife.
And purple lines to drawe my nets I had:
I vsed eke for pleasures many a dishe,
And was with naught but lust and mischiefe glad.
Though these thinges made the Romaynes hartes full sad,
They durst not speake: for whoso did complayne,
Without respect or sentence more, was slayne.
I causde that Rome should then on fire bee set:
And for to feede therewith my gazing eyes,
On high Moecenas Towre to stand I get.
So, sixe dayes fire and seauen nights waste I let,
And sang there while, beholding it with ioy,
The Iliades sweete of Graecians burning Troy.
To'th ruines great, when as the fire was past:
Nor should therefrom the reliques left transport,
But to my selfe reserude them all at last.
The Marchaunts causelesse from their goods I cast,
And Senatours depriude of all that ere they had,
Some slaine, the rest with life alone to scape were glad.
My mother could not scape amongst them free:
My brother deare, and sisters eke I slewe,
My kinsemen eke I kild of each degree,
Reioysing in so heynous bloudshed still,
Nought else with Nero then but kill, them kill.
(My tutour good in youth) to leaue my vice,
I bad him choose what death him likte to haue,
Which now should pay, for then, my stripes the price.
In water warme to stand was his deuice,
And there to bleede: a milde and gentle death:
Euen so I causde them reaue his vitall breath.
The Christians good I did torment and sley:
Commaunding all my subiecs neare and farre,
Their liues and goods to spoyle and take away.
Which they accomplisht strayght without delay:
Both Paul and Peter Christes disciples twayne,
Th'Apostles, both by mine edict were slayne.
The thunder seemes some time to teare the skies,
At seas full oft the stormes are vehement,
To cloudes alofte the wales and waters rise,
Soone ofter th'ayre is cleare, and calme the water lyes:
Experience eke the same and prouerbes old doe showe,
Eache storme will haue his calme, and spring tide, ebbe full lowe.
And all the Romaynes noble fame t'obscure:
The Senate all, and people did mee hate,
And sought which way they might my death procure.
They mee proclaymde a foe to publique weale,
By night forsooke of all, was forst away to steale.
By necke, in forke made fast full sure to byde:
And should with rods so long there beaten bee,
Vntill therewith the woefull caytiues dyde:
From this correction therefore fast I hyde,
And eke from Galba then proclaymed Emprour newe,
For feare of doomed death, by deedes deserued due.
And Sporus th'Eunuche moste impure likewise,
With others three, like filthy life that led.
To slay my selfe I desperate then deuise,
Whom all the world did so for sinne despise:
And thristing sore in flight, full fayne I sweetely dranke
The waters foule, which standing long in diches stanke.
Haue I (quoth I) no foe, nor yet no frend,
To reaue mee from this feare of conscience ill?
Will no man make of Nero naught an end?
With that my brest to poynt of sword I bend,
With trembling hand which Sporus holpe to stay,
And on the same my selfe assayde to slay.
With fayned cheere, as though hee helpe mee would:
To late you come, call you this helpe (quoth I)?
Is this the friendshippe firme and fayth you holde?
My life was filthy, vile for to beholde,
My death more vile shall bee, more filthy I departe:
With that I fell on sword, which ran me through the harte.
[SERGIUS GALBA]
How Sergius Galba the Emperour of Rome (gieuen to slaughter, ambition, and glotony) was slayne by the souldiers, The yeare of Christ, 71.
I Sergius Galba may bee placed here:
Where who so sees & markes my dealings well,
To him may soone the fruites of fraude appeare.
All murders great are bought with price full deare.
Foule slaughters donne, procure as fowle a fall,
As hee deserues that workes the woefull thrall.
And then obtaynde of Spayne the prouince fayre:
To gouerne there, I brought by friends to passe,
In hope to be the Emprour Neroes heyre.
For when the Romaynes did of him dispaire,
So bent at home to slaughter, lust and vice,
By warres abroad I wan the prayse and price.
For in the Emprours choise they gaue the stroke:
I therefore sought some spoyles for them to gayne,
Though thereby oft the lawes of armes I broke.
But who may wordes or actions donne reuoke?
The stayne abides, where staylesse strikes the good,
And vengeaunce wreckes the waste of giltlesse bloud.
I causde the people there assemble shoulde,
Reporting I had somwhat for to say,
Which in effect procure them profite would:
To which they came as many nere as could,
Full thirty thousand, thinking naught of ill:
All which I causde the souldiers there to kill.
Not for his vicious life, but for his place:
Although pretence were made his vice, perdy,
Whom all good men accounted voyde of grace.
But yet I could not stay so long a space:
I causde in Spayne the souldiers mee proclame,
Which strayght they did, and gaue mee Caesars name.
Hee stale away for feare of sentence past,
A publique foe proclaymde for negligence,
For slaughters donne, for fire of Rome the wast:
Eke for because hee was of mee agast
Hee slewe him selfe, before my man could comme,
Which slaughter else my seruaunts there had donne.
The Romaynes eke began mislike with mee:
They sayd I was ambitious, nygh so bad
And cruell, giuen to pride and glotony.
How I was ruled all by Romaynes three
Cornelius, Iulius, Celius, for the state
My schoolmaisters, for which they did mee hate.
That vicious beast, and coward verlet vile:
Hee delte by gyftes so with mine armed men,
Which when I came them for to reconcile,
To Curtius lake, nere which the armie lay,
Of Siluius friendes the souldiers did mee slay,
Who causde it should bee set vpon a speare:
So through the campe they bare it to and froe,
Saluting it, now dead, a sorte there were,
Which late thereof, aliue, did doubt and feare:
O Galba, ioyfull dayes the Gods thee giue,
God send thee Galba well long time to liue.
To haue mine head thus wise extold aloft:
Thus I the gaynes of hasty climing tride,
To leese mine head, and after haue it scoft:
A thing perdy that chaunceth wonders oft.
Who thinkes the gayne is sweete he gets by sheeding bloud,
In purple yeeldes like gaine, to doe like people good.
[SILUIUS OTHO]
How the Vicious Siluius Otho Emperour of Rome slew hym selfe, The yeare of Christ, 71.
Such are the men, as those with whom they vse:
The Goate with the Goate togeather is alwayes,
The Wolfe not of Wolfe doth fellowship refuse:
The crafty Foxe of Foxe the company doth chuse:
And euery liuing creature loues of his kinde,
As well as in shape, in qualityes of minde.
Are not embued with qualities alike:
One loues song ma chaunce and melody,
Another is perhaps Melancholike,
Another fumishe is and Cholerike,
Another dull and sottishe in his sence,
And all (in some what) full of negligence.
Concerning cheefe the disposition:
But yet the learned writers haue a place,
That maners alter our Complexion.
So some say also of correction.
And sure I thinke if that they say bee true,
I after was the worse for Nero and his crue.
Into his Court and fellowship I came:
To mee recount his vilanyes hee durst,
I will no more recite of his defame:
The day was curst to mee which brought mee in,
At Neroes house, such infamy to winne.
Seleucus seene in Mathematiques well:
Hee of my birth a figure did erect,
Of many haps and chaunces hee did tell:
Incyted mee gaynst Galba to rebell,
Which warraunt if I would enuade the throne,
I might aloft with scepter sit alone.
Incyted mee his enemy to kill:
Then with my souldiers I did deuise,
The way t'accomplishe mine endeuour still,
Whom well I might perswade almost to any ill.
Eke so in deede the souldiers did him slay,
And brought to mee his head with them away.
About the Campe to beare it as a show,
To put the rest mine enemies in feare:
So they before their punishment might know.
Great giftes amongste the souldiers I bestow,
Wherewith they all in Campe, with one assent,
To choose mee for their Caesar, were content.
The scepter caught, the same to hold, perdy,
Doth aske much arte, and labour aske it will,
Non minor est virtus, quàm quaerere, parta tueri.
The election was mislikte, and in short space,
Vitellius sought to vndermine my grace.
First at Placentia, where I had the foyle:
Fro Bebriaque by force hee nexte mee draue,
And did mine army vanquishe quite, and spoyle.
There I not able farder to recoyle,
Dispayring quite, I wist to flye no way,
As Nero erst, with sword my selfe I slay:
Such is the holde whereby false traytours stay.
A miroure here of mee behold you may,
Which for my pride, a purple price did pay:
By bloud who rose, by treason caught decay.
[AULUS VITELLIUS]
How Aulus Vitellius Emperour of Rome came to an infortunate end, The yeare of Christ, 71.
And thereon enters first, by bribes or bloud:
On slippery ground, hee cannot firmely stand,
Ne fixte is hee, his hold is nothing good.
Though he knew erst, how firme on ground he stood,
And thinke to fixe his seat with better hold:
Hee cannot scape yet schotfree vncontrold.
As climbe vp so, and cannot yet take heede,
But must of force th'imperiall title tuch,
Wherein so many doubts of daunger breede:
A poynt of peeuishe pride, a rage in deede
By blindnesse blunt, a sottishe sweame hee feeles:
With ioyes bereapte, when death is hard at heeles.
Because men fortunate, vnfitly see:
To pleasures sweete, and honoures all enclynde,
Without respect the most addicted bee,
Regarding nought but titles of degree,
Whereby mishaps, infortunes of their race,
In high prospects, of vew can take no place.
But of the minde, a dimnesse and a mist:
For when they shift to sit in hawty throne
With hope to rule the scepter as they list,
The present pleasure, glory, wealth, and ioy
Bereaues their gaze, the feare of all anoy.
Too late they knowe which way mischaunces fell.
At first the Phrygians counsayle did despise,
At last they knewe the way t'haue holpe it well.
When Graecians did their noble Princes quell,
Had fierde and sackt their Towne of worthie fame,
Then they too late knewe howe t'haue saude the same.
And Drusus poisned, had as fortune ill:
Domitius Nero hated most of all,
Eke Galba, which his master sought to kill.
So Siluius Otho whose bloud I did spill,
And I Vitellius may affirme with these,
Illud verum, Serò sapiunt Phryges.
So each we sawe howe they before vs spead:
The onely fruite which treason hath t'afforde,
Is losse of pleasures, goods, lands, life or head.
The gayne we get, stands vs small time in stead:
The Fame we craue, becomes defame and shame,
And rusts for aye, deuouring our good name.
Or how the Romaynes reft away my life:
When I seuen monthes had raygned wickedly,
Which entred in by bloud and ciuill strife.
But this I finde too late a sequell rife,
Who takes by sworde from Prince the scepters guide,
By sworde from him the scepter so shall slide,
He cannot long himselfe from Iouaes Iustice hide
Then loyall loue thy Prince, let treason trudge defide.
[LONDRICUS]
Londricus the Picte slayne by King Marius of Britayne, about the 80. yeere of Christ, giues his verdit of Fortune.
And giue them kingdoms great, and conquests at her will,
And place them, as they thought, aboue the gods welnigh.
She blindly leades them forth, as is her custome still,
With pleasurs all a while, she doth their fancies fill,
And at the last doth let them fall in foule despite againe.
Shee sets aloft and pulles them downe with might and maine:
Such is of Fortune blind the vse to plague her impes with pinching paine.
We are enflamed straight, the like attempts to make:
But when we see mischaunce againe to driue them downe,
We are not able yet example there to take.
The stormes of enuie blacke the hawtiest housen shake,
The basest sort contend, with all their force t'aspire:
The meaner persons eke, the loftie roomes require,
And equalles heartes doe burne with hatefull brands of burning ire.
And golden meane is best in euery trade of life.
For though a countrey Clowne doe keepe a stately porte,
And in expenses great, and idle charge is rife:
Although he brauely builde his house, and proudly paint his wife,
Yet is he but a Clowne, and makes (in deede) himselfe a scorne:
Full hard it is to make such one a gentill borne,
Except some noble gifts of grace his gentill minde adorne.
By conquest, or by weale, by fauour, or by fight,
And would from mighty Ioue his petegrue repeate,
Yet ought hee not aduaunce him selfe aboue his height,
Hee ought not make a clayme to that hee hath no right,
Or trust to Fortune so (although shee seeme to smyle)
As though shee did not turne her selfe within a while:
For whom shee fauours most of all, shee soonest doth beguyle.
I bare my selfe in hand that I could Brytayne win,
Because that Scithes of whome I came, by conquests wan before
Right many noble Realmes, which they had entred in:
Yet I no sooner could my conquest here begin,
But strayght King Marius came with all his bande,
And met with mee and mine in Westmerlande,
Where both our armies met, and fought it hand to hande
As erste shee had, in batayles whilome faught:
But proofe doth teache mee nowe the trueth to tell
What I by Fortunes flattery fayre haue caught.
Whom shee setts vp, shee bringeth soone to naught.
As when I had the Britaynes in disdayne,
And thought by batayle all theyr lande to gayne:
In fielde both I and mine were vanquisht, taken, slayne.
Or brag what luck they haue, or tell theyr fate,
Or boaste how Lady Fortune doth theyr deedes aduaunce:
For Fortune at the last doth vse to gieue the mate.
Whom first shee loues, shee afterwarde doth hate,
She flings them headlong downe, whom erste shee made excell,
Shee makes them bare and poore, whom erste shee placed well,
And those which thinke to scale the skies, she hurleth downe to hell.
[SEVERUS]
How Seuerus the Emperour of Rome and Gouernour of Britayne was slaine at Yorke Fighting against the Pictes, about the yeere after Christ, 206. after others. 213.
Where great estates on brybes or blodshed build:
As Didius Iulian put for proofe in vre,
Th'Emperiall seate he bought, and soone was kild.
So Niger after him by armes assayde the same,
Albinus then, from Britayne armed came,
For Empire sake they lost their heades and fame.
Which I sore thirsted for, but yet at last
I made thereto, by bloudshed bold, a gate,
And letlesse so vnto the throne I past.
The souldiers Iulian slewe, for insufficient pay:
My seruants eke at Antioch Niger slay:
At Lyons siege they tooke Albinus head away.
There could no tempest teare my sayles adowne:
No showre could cause my fixed foote to slide,
Nor vndercreeper crooke from me the Crowne
Which had the guyde of all Europaes wealth and might,
He, needed not to feare the force of fight,
Nor yet the ire of any worldly wight.
I entred with an armie into th'East,
Armenia can full well reporte the same,
Whereas my warlike glory first increast.
Angarus I subdude by fight the noble King,
And did his sonnes to Rome for hostage bring,
For which my fame through all the worlde did ring.
Although those warres had not so good successe:
Yet made I them with bowes (good archers) rise,
Or else they had bene driue to great distresse.
Their fethered shaftes from Arras shot, made vs to smarte,
They poysoned of my men by policy and arte,
And forced mee afflicted sore, with souldiers to departe.
Wee gate, forgot the truce before was plight:
And when occasion fit to serue therefore wee sawe,
King Artabane w'assaylde, and put him thence to flight.
With fire and sword wee brent, turmoylde, and spoylde his land,
Tooke captiues, slewe the men that did vs ought with-stand,
Enritcht with boetyes thence retournde, whereof great store we fand.
Of iourneys mine, by land and seas the plats:
Not erst before such expedition sawne,
Nor of those Countryes seene so perfect mapps.
The worlde did wonder at my heaps of haps,
The Romaynes honourde mee with triomphes when I came,
They vnto mee of Parthique gaue to name,
And Poets pennes perpetuate my prowes, facts, and fame.
What state without the stormes of strife doth stand?
What barke beares sayle in tempeste on the shelues?
What blisse abides and lasts, by sea or land?
Who takes to raygne the scepter in his hand,
Is like to him, in sterne to stirre that sits,
Commaunding all the rest, theyr race hee fits,
Mishandling there the helme, with losse of all on rockes hee hits.
My sonnes at home in pleasures spent the time:
And as their father erst before was wont,
Endeuourde howe aloft they both might clime.
The elder fearce and cruell Antonine,
The yonger Geta gentle more and milde then hee,
Could not at any time in peace agree,
Desiring both t'inioy the Empire after mee.
But nought at all I could therein preuaile:
This made mee woe and wery of my life,
Which erst so many Kingdomes did assaile.
I had the hap mine enmyes force to quaile,
To rule the Romaynes well, and all the rest:
But for to rule my sonnes, which should bee best,
I could no counsayle finde, nor haue the hurte redrest.
Which counsailde ofte my sonnes embracing vice,
(As still is seene in Court enueaglers are,
Procurers of despite, contemners of the wise,
That flatery hold for gayne a gift of price)
I causde them put to death those Thrasoes vile,
And some were sent or banishte to exile:
But yet the griefe encreased all this while.
The yonger lou'd the elders life as ill:
They studied both to make their parties strong,
Which griefe my griped harte well nere did kill.
Such are the mischieues of the stately still.
In Britayne eke the Pictes rebelling rose,
Some Britaynes there became our secret foes,
Wherfore in age my selfe againe to warres I did despose.
And partly greater glory to attayne,
My children sought, perdy, my death in Rome,
Without of lawes or Senate house the dome.
But chiefly Antonine tooke herein payne,
I should by gard or Phisicke drugges bee slayne,
That so the Empire might to hym remayne.
For my Phisitions bare mee loyall hartes:
My seruaunts eke full true no treason ment,
But playde in eache respect their faithfull partes.
They knewe themselues so bound by due desertes,
They ought not, seruaunts, such a Lord betray,
That gaue so great rewardes and giftes alway;
To pleasure him, that sought his fathers owne decay.
To quaile the Pictes that rufled in that Ile:
And for to cops the Britaynes tributes that deny,
Which were withheld from Romaynes there a while,
And to bee absent from my sonnes so vile.
But see what haps befall vs in the end,
Which so to clime aloft, to raygne alone contend:
Marke whereunto our laboures great & bloudsheds bend.
Where people stout, vntamde, vnuanquisht dwelt:
Although once Caesar Fortunes fauour fand,
That erst before their valiaunt valure felt:
I found the people nothing prest to pelt,
To yeeld, or hostage geue, or tributes due to pay,
Or couenaunts to accept, or fearefully to fray:
But bade by war to win the price, & beare the palme away.
Whereby their Isle empouerisht greately was:
The Pictes likewise them robde, and spoyle, and sackte,
Whereof the Romaynes seemed naught to pas.
Wee ought (they sayd) to tame the Galloglasse,
The roaging Scythian Picte that them did spoyle,
Empouerishing their people, them to foyle:
If wee would reape a taxe or tribute of their toyle.
And ioynde with them in league agaynst the Picte:
But yet the wilfull people did not cease,
My Britaynes good and mee by inroades to afflicte:
Whereon to wall them out I did my force addicte.
Long sixe score miles & twelue, the Scotishe banke I made
From sea to sea, that Pictes should not them so inuade:
Till yet the signes thereof are seene, for neuer thence to vade.
And draue them into Albany to dwell:
Whereon Fulgentius Scythian sans delay
To Scythia sayld, an army new to tell:
Which gathered great of Pictes apoynted well,
Hee did retourne with speede to Britayne strand:
(That time I lay by North to guide the land,
Which holpe the Britaynes erst the Scythians to withstand.)
Beseegeing it full sharpe assaultes hee gaue:
Where I likewise for to defend the same,
And from our foes the castell good to saue
Came with my powre, as destnyes on mee draue:
But in that fielde it was my chaunce to fall,
I tooke my deadly wound, there ended all
Renowned lyfe, my warres, my tryomphes, and my thrall.
Which came to conquere vs, and lost his feelde:
Thus Fortune fares her children to confounde,
Which on her wheele their bastiles brauely beelde.
Let noble Princes then to reason yeelde,
The daynefull Ladie daintie and demure,
Dame Fortunes fauour fickle is vnsure,
Her ioyes and triomphes tickle, timelesse to endure.
Sore troubled with the gowte, desiring death:
And that I would haue taken poyson fayne,
Which me denyde, to reaue my vitall breath
I tooke a surfet great, which wrought my death.
The Britaynes say, at Yorke my bones doe lye,
The Romaynes say at Rome in Italy:
But where so ere they be, I nothing recke them, I.
Howe I by slaughter gate the throne at furst,
My souldiers noble men for Empire slewe,
This way to rise, of all I proued wurst:
For why, his hand of gods and men is curst,
To rise aloft that layes the ground with bloud:
The states of such vnstable still haue stood,
Despisde of mighty Ioue, that loues the gentle, meeke, and good.
[FULGENTIUS]
How Fulgentius a Scythian, or Picte, was slayne at the seege of Yorke, about the yeare of Christ, 206. or 213.
[This title is twice printed: at the close of Tragedy 37, and on the next page, as here, to introduce the tragedy to which it belongs.]
That vanquisht oft the Britaynes in this Ile:
Against the noble Romaynes powre I kikte,
And kept them play in Britayne both long while,
I forst them make a wall aboue an hundreth mile,
From sea to sea, with towres to watch & keepe me out,
Which of vs Pictes in prowesse proud, did daily stand in doubt.
Had right by due discent to clayme this noble land:
Of which repeate some proofe therefore I will,
That so thou maist our title vnderstand.
When all mankinde felt Iehoues almighty hand,
That drensht all nations quite, for their rebellious sinne,
Then strayght eftsoones in Scythia did the world by Noah beginne.
The world agayne, but, how vnlikely, see:
For Scythiaes site is high as all accord,
From vs the fountaynes greatste deriued bee.
The auncient writers all likewise agree,
That on Armenia mount the Arke of Noah did rest,
Till heauenly Ioue againe the earth with drowth addrest.
And fertile, temperate, meete to foster men:
Our Scythian hilles (they say) are frosty, wilde,
Which cannot breede but ruder people then.
To which I may well aunswere make agen,
That as Iehoua made the Zones both hot, and milde, & cold,
Euen so to them hee fitly made like men the same to hold.
Or frozen poynt: more nere the fire are they:
What poysons breede with them, and Libians sole
In parcheing sands the writers wise display.
Can nature frame mankinde more deepe decay?
Perdy where parching heat, where serpents vgly breede,
A Clyme most fit from whence mankinde should first proceede.
This noble Isle: first, Lord Neptunus gaue
The Islandes to his sonnes, both more and lesse,
Eke Albion first of all this Isle should haue:
Hee not with this content, the Firme did craue.
Wherefore in Fraunce him Hercules dispacht,
When as hee would a Kingdome there haue catcht.
Downe vnto Albions time they held the land:
From Scythe to Scythian as of right it went,
And after him no Scythian Prince it fand,
When as vsurpers tooke the raygne in hand,
Was it not right and reason wee should vndertake,
This noble Realme our owne agayne to Scythia subiect make?
(If they from vertue stray as reckelesse vse,
And doe Iehouaes lawes and hestes despise,
Shall finde how much their Scepture they misuse.
The Scythian shall likewise their lofty seat assaile,
The barbarous Prince of Pictes against them shall preuaile.
When hee the wall had made and pingde mee out,
To Scythia hence I saylde, and stoarde mee well
With men, munition good, a warlike route,
Of youthfull Pictes full strong in armour stoute
A Nauy good I brought, and entred on the land,
A wighty worke, of stately Yorke I tooke the seege in hand.
With Romaynes, Galles, and Britayne souldiers came:
To make me rayse the siege of Yorke he vowde,
And I likewise to winne and raze the same.
To winne the price we both our armies frame:
But he was olde and slie, his souldiers skilfull traynde,
My men to flie by ambush, scoute, and skirmish he constraynde.
Aboute I brought my winges, and now they sounde
Tantara teares alarme, the fluits fight-fight anewe,
And there awhile the Romaynes fell to grounde.
The trompet blasts, cryes, stroakes and shoutes to skyes resounde,
They fall, fall, fly, the fluits; downe downe the drommes doe cry:
Where on the Romaynes sounde retrayte, & fayne themselues to fly.
The Romayne reare warde cast aboute with speede,
And both theyr winges enclosed vs eache waye,
Theyr mayne likewise to keepe aray gaue heede.
Which when I sawe, it made my hearte to bleede,
And to Seuerus selfe I wounded made at length a wey,
Where or retourne wee Scythian Pictes the Romayne Parthique sley.
The Romaynes blancke, amazed, woefull were:
Fulgentius fast recoylde, death wounded goes,
And of my crewe a troupe to ayde mee there.
I bought my Britishe conqueste all to deare,
No conqueste yet: for as my sworde the kingdome sought,
My vitall bloude Seuerus death at Yorke to dearly bought.
In Fortunes feages, how mischiefe makes the martes,
And howe our hoped haps in warres doe misse,
When backe the braue and blinded Lady starts.
High reaching heades swimme ofte in seas of smartes.
The setled man reposde, content, is bleste and beast at ease,
Which hath decreede in meane estate both God and man to please.
[GETA]
How Geta the Yonger sonne of th'Emperour Seuerus once gouernour of Britayne, was slayne in his mothers armes by his brother Antonine Emperour of Rome, about the yeare of Christ, 214.
Or by his ruful end might moue men mone his chaunce,
My woefull tale may shewe the like to you,
Whom Fortune erst, and birth did highe aduaunce.
In Rome perdy, in Britayne, Spayne, and Fraunce
I fauour had, I honourde was, I bare the sway,
I Emprour was with Antonine: what neede I more to say.
By North agaynst the Pictes, I rulde the South:
Seuerus so apoynted mee to iudge them right,
And Britayne Iustice well receaude from Getaes mouth.
I gaue not then my selfe to giftes, nor idle slouth,
But mildly made an end in causes great of strife,
With dome so right and iust, that men reioyste my life.
Abroade the Britaynes blest mee for their blisse,
The souldiers stout in armes of mee account did make.
Let stories truely tell where I doe halte in this:
Lest some suspect, that I reporte amisse.
For what is hee, which is not counted partiall vayne,
When for himselfe hee speakes, though plea bee nere so playne?
In warres of courage good, but not so fearce withall:
Not forste with feare to turne from foes my face,
Nor bought with bribes to let Dame Iustice fall,
I lou'de not, I, to throng the weaker sort with thrall,
But sought to pleasure eache at neede, both neare & farre:
More proane to sacred peace I was, then bent to broyles of warre.
To heare a giltlesse Prince which meant to each so well,
Should haue such cause to liue in feare and dreede
Of sworde, of bane, of force, or poyson fell,
Not daring Emprour nere his brother dwell,
Whom both the Romaynes lou'd, and straungers honourde still,
In peace moe bruntes abydes at home, then erste abroade of ill.
Sith hee my bucher was, my brother though hee were:
The worlde detestes his vile and viprous actes,
And subtile shiftes to bane his father deare:
So voyde of grace, so voyde of honeste dreede or feare,
Hee durst attempte the nerest gardes to bribe and fee,
By them theyr Lord his Father might the Emprour poysoned bee.
How Antonine that beaste was tiranously bent,
Agaynst the order quite of Natures noble law,
Eke, how to take the Empire whole hee ment;
For both of vs at Yorke hee often sent,
Perswading vs to peace, to loue, and concorde holde,
And of the fruites of Discorde foule, and ciuill warres hee tolde.
Ne yet the charge of British warres hee had in hande:
Hee to enlarge his powre for th'Empire him addrest.
All pleasures quite and ioyes hee did aband,
And to the warres him gate: nere Yorke he tooke his ende
By sworde of Pictes, or by some traytour fauning frende.
Phisitions nilde before at his requeste
Dispatch theyr Lorde, to death hee put them then,
And so hee serude of faythfull garde the reste.
What vilany was in this monstrous vipers breaste?
Was not content with death and goodes of those hee sought,
But after them bringes all theyr friendes likewise to nought.
And that the Empire sole alone hee sought to haue,
Whereon as wee to Rome did passe I feared more,
I from his courtes and diets did mee saue:
I knew my life and th'Empire he did croach and craue,
Wherefore in Rome my court I kepte alone likewise
From his aparte, that did ful ofte to murder mee deuise.
To poyson mee, and some for mee in ambush lurking lay:
Hee tryde to cut mee off a thousand shiftes,
What maruayle, since hee sought his syre to slay?
Hee made his Fathers dearest friendes for spite away.
Because they nilde consent to his vile treasons wrought,
Hee slewe the men, to saue his Fathers life that sought.
For still his traynes and treasons were descride:
And I in daunger greate was forste to seeke redresse
By like attemptes at laste, but that likewise was spyde.
Pretended murder no man close can keepe or hyde,
But out it flyes abroade, the rumor runnes apace,
The only spot thereof doth all the vertues else deface.
His life to reaue (though twere my only life to saue)
No longer time to wrecke the same the bucher stayde,
Hee had the thing so long before hee sought to haue,
Such cause of iust reuenge the rumor small him gaue,
That in the euening hee came on mee or I knewe,
In cruell sorte to reaue my life before our mothers vewe.
In armes mee caught to saue my life and bloud,
But hee deseruing all the worldes reproache,
No whit in doubte to end my slaughter stoode.
My mother him besought (as seemde an Empresse good)
While he in rage without remorce or ruth of her request,
Betwene her armes that bare vs both did run me through the breste.
For Empire sake, to raigne alone aloft:
Despisde that was, contemnde, abhord of Gods and men,
And curst to hell by all good men so oft,
You see the fall of Geta, gentle, milde, and soft,
Whose line of life no longer Lachesis could stretch,
Cut off by sworde of Antonine, th'unkindely caytiue wretch.
For to his father he was most, of sonnes, vnkinde:
His mothers ioyes he reaude away her blisse,
That noble Dame which bare to both so mylde a minde:
And let my dealings aye due doome and fauour finde,
Whose murder may giue playne prospect and show
What monster gaue his faythfull friends such ouerthrow.
[AURELIUS ANTONIUS BASSIANUS CARACALLA]
How Aurelius Antonius Bassianus Caracalla Emperour of Rome was slayne by one of his owne seruaunts, about the yeere of Christ, 209.
Ne wisely windes Dame Fortunes subtile snare:
Or who in Courte would rule the rost alone,
And sees not what he heapes himselfe of care,
Let him well wey my case, and then beware:
Whome foorth the stately seate did first allure,
Which after did my hastie death procure.
The haplesse hauen where Fortunes impes ariue,
A mirour make likewise of me thou mayst,
If thou my life and dealings wilt discriue.
It may perhaps much profit some aliue:
Which when themselues playne paynted forth they see,
They may presage their fatall falles in mee.
That once of mighty Rome did beare the swaye,
Which in my fathers life a stryfe begone
With Geta, thyrsting often him to slay.
I sought to haue my father made away,
To raigne alone so great desire I had,
Naught but theyr deathes indueste my hart to glad.
Declarde by stories olde what came by strife,
Dehorted both from ciuill discord cease,
I banisht to Sycilia Isle my wife,
Encreast mine hoste, reckt not my British charge,
But how I might enioy the Empire large.
I gaue my selfe to all reuenge of foes,
The seruants late which stoode me not in stead,
And some Physicions which my treasons did disclose,
Or such to saue their Prince themselues dispose,
Or reconcile vs brethren tooke sore payne,
I causde them all without respect be slayne.
In Britayne then desiring them to chuse
Mee Emprour sole, and Geta to repell:
Which they to doe for dueties sake refuse.
Our mother eke all meanes with vs did vse,
Perswading vs to loue and concorde bende,
To which dissemblingly I graunted in the ende.
A truce concluded there, and hostage take:
His reliques shrinde (as then the custome was)
To Rome therewith our voyage fast we make.
And yet the malice could not so aslake:
For in our iourneyes wee durst neyther trust,
But seuerall Courts and dyets keepe we must.
Both crauing all the Empire to enioy,
Both working all the wayes that might be sought,
To worke to each some secret great anoy,
Both seeking how his partner to destroy.
The brother which to brother should be stay,
Endeuours how to make him quite away.
The officers, were diuersly distracte:
Some fauourde Geta, some did fauour mee,
In him no poynt of courtesie there lackte.
He was of maners milde, of doome exact,
To studies good addict, of comely grace,
In warres and peace discharging well the place.
Of fiery Mars affected all to bloud:
What neede I more my qualities rehearce,
Which were so farre vnlike my brothers good.
On threatnings, force, and feare, my Empire stood,
Whereby in deede of fauning friends I had,
For feare or gayne were of my fauour glad.
And both perceiuing our attempts but vaine,
Did both agree our discordes to surcease,
And for to part the Empire into twaine:
My selfe should holde of Europe all the maine
With th'Isles thereof, and Geta all the East,
Of Asia all the Realmes and Islands most and least.
And so decree, full purposed thereto,
The Senate, which foresawe mishaps might fall,
Still sadly sate, durst nothing say nor doe:
But Iulia then the mother of vs two,
When she perceiude the Senate pause for feare,
Arose to speake, and sayd as you shall heare.
“You finde a way how you may them deuide:
“The Pontique floud betweene you both is set
“But how will you your mother now deuide?
“How shall my haplesse corps be parted, put
“Betweene you both, shall I likewise be cut?
“I see what discorde after may betyde:
“How Empire makes men guiltlesse bloud to thrust,
“What noble Peeres for this betrayde, haue dyde.
“T'were better both the Romaynes well to guyde,
“Then separate farre, without so firme a stay,
“Your seuered force some treason should decay.
“But twaine may more perceiue perdy then one:
“One friendly man by fauour much may bee,
“But two in friendship knit, neede feare no fone.
“Two brethren then to rule the world alone
“As brethren shoulde, and liue in faithfull sorte,
“The worlde their loue and honours will reporte.
“First ere you goe for to enioy your raigne,
“My woefull corps I pray you here to kill,
“And it deuide betweene you both in twaine,
“That I may eke with both of you remayne.
“Doe burie each a parte so distant farre,
“Deuided as your seates, selues, kingdomes are.
And sobbes, beseeching both, embracing vs,
And wild we should our selues to friendship frame,
Not bearing hate in hart, and enuie thus:
On which the Senate nothing durst discusse,
But all arose, departing did lament,
Which vewde our thirsting sore, to bloudshed bent.
For when that Captaines newe elected were,
Or officers in place we did restore,
In these, our mindes to all men playne appeare,
We diuersly affected fauour beare:
Of right in sentence eke, of diuers mindes,
As hate full oft the eyes of Iustice blindes.
Yet both the publique wealth alone to haue:
We nothing reckt to hap the publique heale,
But to enioy the publique wealth we straue.
To Cookes and Butlers giftes of price we gaue,
To poyson each: when yet not these proceede,
I hired some by force to doe the deede.
My selfe, to slay my brother, I addrest:
I rusht into his chamber euen or night,
While of my force I thinke he feared lest:
There with my sworde I strake him through the brest.
Eke while our mothers lap his woundes embrewe,
Her Geta deare betweene her armes I slewe.
Cryde treason, told I scarce escapte vnslayne,
Commaunding souldiers well to watch and warde,
And me conuey vnto the campe amayne,
Where I might safe from violence remayne:
I sayd I should be made away, perdie,
If in the Court I longer time did lye.
(Not weeting what was done to Geta than)
Made speede to runne with me vnto the holde:
Enquiring why the Prince and souldiers ran:
In tent I kneeld encampt, the gods to prayse
With promist vowes, which had prolongde my dayes.
Where I the Gods with honour serued thoe:
On which I forth amongste them boldly went,
Told them great daungers I had scaped fro,
And of mine enmyes fall and ouerthroe.
By Fortunes gifte (quoth I) the enmye's slayne,
And th'Empyre wholy doth to mee remayne.
My Empire stablishe sure, and safty see,
Eache fiue & twenty hundred Attique grotes haue should,
More corne then earst by halfe alowde shoulde bee,
The temples welth and treasures shoulde bee free
For them to vse at large, whereby that onely day
Seuerus pile of eighteene yeare I spoylde away.
(And slaughter blazde by those in house that fled)
I was by them proclaymde and th'Emprour sole assinde,
And hee an enmy namde that now was deade.
All night in temple forth with vowes I led,
Next day to Senate house with th'armed hoste I gate,
And seruice done, thus wise in th'Empire throne I spake:
“And euen the name thereof makes men full euill of parties deeme:
“For why, th'vnhappy slayne moues milder men to mercy still,
“And noble Peeres are enuide when compelde theyr foes they kill,
“The vanquisht iniurde seeme, and victours deemde vniustly ill.
“Not partially that deemes, ensearching what hee did pretend:
“Hee shall perceiue and finde it better farre and needefull more
“To wrecke the wrong, then wincke thereat, & after smarte therfore.
“For, to the slayne beside his woe, there comes a dastardes name,
“The victour hath beside his health, of fortitude the fame.
“But certis how by poysons hee, and all meanes sought my spoile,
“You may right soone by tortures try without of farder toyle.
“And therefore I commaunded all his seruaunts present bee,
“That you the trueth may know, when their confessions plain you see:
“While I was at my mothers house, he brought with swords his traine,
“Forwarnd, so armde, by fight my foe, I haue mine enmy slain.
“Sith hee about a mischiefe went, no brothers harte that bore,
“To take reuenge on such, is due: as custome telles of yore.
“The founder right of Rome, not with his brother flouting bare:
“I leaue to speake what Germanique and Titus erst did dare,
“And Marcus wise and milde his daughters husband did not spare.
“But I, for mee when poysons were and swords to slay mee drest,
“Reuengde my foe, (of foe the name his workes assignde him best)
“Therefore thanke you the Gods, that they one Prince preserued you,
“Beholde the same, him loyall loue, to him bee iust and true:
“For euen as Ioue aboue, amongst the Gods doth rule alone,
“So hee in earth the Empire all, alottes and giues to one.
And bloudy countnaunce cast about the place,
Th'assembly pale and trembling, fearefull stoode,
And I retournde to'th Pallace thence a space.
My brothers householde then I made a way a pace,
His friends, his seruaunts all, young, olde, and new,
And th'infantes eke, without respect I slewe:
Musitians, players, which did please his minde:
Of th'order of the Senatours full wise,
In whome was noble bloud or wealth to finde.
Not one of Getaes friends I left behinde:
Also my wife whome I exilde away
To Sicile Ile, I caused them to slay.
To Marcus wise the daughter sage and graue,
Of Commodus that sister great of fame,
Which honour much in Rome deserude to haue,
I say, shee did my deedes therein depraue,
Because to Getaes mother shee wept sore,
For Getaes death: I causde her die therefore.
And of th'imperiall bloud (to make all sure)
I left not one aliue, that might remayne,
Or vnto whom they might my place procure.
By night likewise I put like acts in vre:
For day and night I ceased not to slay,
Of Getaes friendes to roote the rest away.
And made the souldiers multitudes to kill,
Because I deemde they were in wordes to blyue.
The souldiers slewe the men that thought no ill,
Or made them buy their liues with all they had,
Which were, to scape with life alone, full glad.
The townelike life at home misliked mee:
For why the Citty did my murders hate,
Where souldiers held their slaughters franke and free,
And were enricht by spoile of each degree.
I gate therefore with all my Martiall crewe
From Itayle land, Danubian shoares to vewe.
To ride abroade in couche, and giue them lawes:
In fewe dispacht their pleas about but pelfe,
Not gieuen to heare long pleading playnts for strawes.
I counted such but cafling caytiue dawes
As spent their substaunce, time, and goods in suite,
About such things as could not yeelde them fruite.
So trimde my haire, chose them my garde to serue:
So framde my selfe to please these ruder men,
As might them cause of mee full well deserue,
From labour none with them I seemde to swerue:
To digge, lifte, beare, to grinde, moulde, knead or bake
In painfull sort, and simple fare to take.
My sufferaunce great in during labours long:
The name of mate with vs was holden rife,
I seemde a fellowe souldier them among:
Of stature small, yet was I wondrous strong,
So that the stoutest men which in mine armies were,
Durst not with mee great burdens dare to beare.
To Thracia thence with speede apace I went:
There Monuments agayne I made at length
To Alexanders fame: to Rome I sent
Likewise of statures for the same intent,
In Capitole and Temples them to place,
For honour great of Alexanders grace.
And Captaynes mee to Alexander call:
To Pergame thence in Asia great that lies
I gate, Achilles tombe with honours all
To vewe perdy, as stories witnesse shall:
Whence (order set) to Antioche I farde,
Where my receyte with honour was preparde.
For they had scofte full oft before at mee:
My mother they had named Queene Iocaste,
Achilles great and Alexander mee.
They smilde my folly great herein to see,
Which though I were a dwarfe of stature small,
Durst take the name of Captaynes great and tall.
As is their nature gieuen to taunt and iest:
Wherefore as though Religion had mee lead,
I offred sacrifice with solemne feast
At Alexanders tombe, where most and least
Of all the youth were present to behold
The offerings great I brought, and giftes of gold.
To showe themselues in field: for I would choose
A band by Alexanders name to fare,
They came reioysing all, to heare the newes:
Where I with souldiers come to take the vewe,
Them compast in, and all the people slewe.
So great that time a slaughter was there made:
It staynde the mighty mouthes of Nilus floud,
And on the shoares you might bloud wetshod wade:
My piners eke were prest with showle and spade
T'interre the dead, a monstrous trench that fill,
And on them scarce all dead, they rearde a mighty hill.
By Parthian name, which erst my father had,
I sent to Artabane, without of let,
Ambassage great, with giftes his minde to glad:
And for his daughter them perswade I bad,
Desiring him to giue the Princesse mee to wife,
The cause of lasting loue, an end of mortall strife.
Of all the world the Diademe possesse:
And might to each in all attempts be stay,
In fight our foes by firmer force suppresse.
When they my message thus did there expresse,
At first hee fearde deceyte: agayne I sent:
Wherewith hee was at last full well content.
For truth to him, and for his daughters loue,
And hee began mee sonne in lawe to call.
Which new reporte, did all the Parthians moue
Vs to receiue, our frendships firme t'approue,
Reioysing now such league at last to see,
Whereby they might from Romayne warres bee free.
The Parthians mee receiude with triomphes great:
When mine approache to Artabane was knowne,
In playne before the City of his seat
Hee came to meete mee, with a nomber great
Ware garlands gay, in golden vestures clad,
With all the ioy, and triomphes might bee had.
Their horses lefte behinde and bowes layd downe,
Amongst their cups deuoyde of force the feare,
By nombers great the chiefe of all the towne,
Which came to see the bridemans highe renowne,
Disorderly vnarmde as so they gazing stand,
I gaue my souldiers signe, to take the blade in hand.
The King escaped scarce, conueyde by horse away:
Their solemne garments long, theire flight did tye,
A slaughter great of Parthians was that day,
Wee sackte their Townes, and noble men did slay.
From thence I past t'Azamia after this
To hunt, and gaue my selfe a while to bath in blisse.
And doubting both of treason and my thrall,
I sought by curious artes of sprites to finde
Who should procure in th'end my fatall fall:
Materniane at Rome should search for all,
Hee should enquire my fate, of all the skillfull men,
And write hereof with speede, what was their mindes agen.
From Carras I to Lunaes Temple went:
And for because it neare the Campe did lye,
For why to towne from thence retourne I ment,
And so from thence toth Campe likewise agayne
I might mee thought retyre, without a greater trayne.
Whose brother (not conuinste, accusde) I slewe,
Thus wise my caytiue corps did watch to warde,
(For when therefore conuenient time hee knewe,
While I aparte me gate for natures due,
And bade the rest aside a space departe)
Hee came and stabde mee stifly through the harte.
Them feeid to make their Lorde my syre away:
With Getaes men the like attempts I wrought,
To bane their Lord, and brother mine to slay.
How I the Alexandrians did betray.
And Parthians eke, before to you I tolde,
Deseruing death for those a thousand folde.
Which would not sley their noble Lordes for golde,
I worthy was to haue a gard so ill,
As shoulde to perce my hatefull harte bee bolde.
The Iustice great of Ioua here beholde:
Vniustly who so seekes to slay the iust and good,
The sword at length shall take his false & traytours bloud.
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