Albions England A Continued Historie of the same Kingdome, from the Originals of the first Inhabitants thereof: With most the chiefe Alterations and Accidents theare hapning, vnto, and in the happie Raigne of our now most gracious Soueraigne, Queene Elizabeth: Not barren in varietie of inuentiue and historicall Intermixtures: First penned and published by William Warner: and now reuised, and newly inlarged by the same Author: Whereunto is also newly added an Epitome of the whole Historie of England |
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CHAP. XV.
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Gorbodags
double Issue nowe, when eighteene Kings were past,
Hild ioyntly Empire in this land, till Porrex at the last,
Not tyed so by brotherhood, but that he did disdaine
A fellowe King, (for neuer can one Kingdome brooke of twaine)
Did leuie secret bands: for dread where of did Ferrex flie,
And out of Gallia bringeth Warre, in which himselfe did die.
Then Porrex onely raigned heere, and ruled all in peace:
Till Iden, mother Queene to both, her furie did increase
So fearcely, as she seekes reuenge euen in the highest degree,
Why liueth this (quoth she) a King? in graue why lieth he?
Dye Iden, dye: nay dye thou wretch, that me a wretch hast made:
His ghost, whose life stood in thy light, commaundeth me of ayde.
Nor want I (Ferrex) will to ayde: for why the Gods I see
Deferre reuenge, nor with a Deuill the Deuils disagree.
The heauens, me thinks, with thunderbolts should presse his soule to hell,
Or Earth giue passage, that at least with men he might not dwell:
But I my selfe, euen I my selfe, their slacknesse will supplye,
And Mothers name and Nature both to such a Sonne denye.
Hild ioyntly Empire in this land, till Porrex at the last,
Not tyed so by brotherhood, but that he did disdaine
A fellowe King, (for neuer can one Kingdome brooke of twaine)
Did leuie secret bands: for dread where of did Ferrex flie,
And out of Gallia bringeth Warre, in which himselfe did die.
Then Porrex onely raigned heere, and ruled all in peace:
Till Iden, mother Queene to both, her furie did increase
So fearcely, as she seekes reuenge euen in the highest degree,
Why liueth this (quoth she) a King? in graue why lieth he?
Dye Iden, dye: nay dye thou wretch, that me a wretch hast made:
His ghost, whose life stood in thy light, commaundeth me of ayde.
Nor want I (Ferrex) will to ayde: for why the Gods I see
Deferre reuenge, nor with a Deuill the Deuils disagree.
The heauens, me thinks, with thunderbolts should presse his soule to hell,
Or Earth giue passage, that at least with men he might not dwell:
But I my selfe, euen I my selfe, their slacknesse will supplye,
And Mothers name and Nature both to such a Sonne denye.
Dead night was come, when Iden found the King her sonne a sleepe,
And all was still (not then as now did Guards their Princes keepe:
Admit they had, who would haue feard such mischiefe in a mother?)
She whispring softly, sleepe thy last, yea sleepe as doth thy brother.
Did gash his throte: who starting vp, whē strēgth & speech were gone,
Lifts vp his faynting hands, and knew the Tyrannesse anone:
And maketh signes, as who would say, ah mother thou hast done
A deed, as neuer mother earst did practise on her Sonne.
But name of son, nor signes did serue, him still with wounds she plyes
Nor (more than Monster) did it please that simplie so he dyes,
But that his bodie, peecemeale tore, about the Lodging flyes.
And thus from noble Brute his line the scepter then did passe:
When of his bloud for to succeede no heire suruiuing was.
And all was still (not then as now did Guards their Princes keepe:
Admit they had, who would haue feard such mischiefe in a mother?)
She whispring softly, sleepe thy last, yea sleepe as doth thy brother.
Did gash his throte: who starting vp, whē strēgth & speech were gone,
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And maketh signes, as who would say, ah mother thou hast done
A deed, as neuer mother earst did practise on her Sonne.
But name of son, nor signes did serue, him still with wounds she plyes
Nor (more than Monster) did it please that simplie so he dyes,
But that his bodie, peecemeale tore, about the Lodging flyes.
And thus from noble Brute his line the scepter then did passe:
When of his bloud for to succeede no heire suruiuing was.
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