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. XVIII.
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The noble Scot King Corbred, he confederates with the King
Of Pichts: and they & Brittish Peeres to field their Armies bring,
To aide the Queene of Brutes, that like the Amazontan Dame
That beating downe the bloodie Greekes in Priams succour came,
Had pight her Iauelin at her feete, when entred in among
The fearce Confederates, thus she spake amidst the silent throng.
My state and sex, not hand or hart, most valiant friends, with-hild
Me (wretched Cause of your repaire, by wicked Romans il'd)
From that reuenge which I do wish, and ye haue cause to worke:
In which suppose not Voada in female feares to lurke.
For, Loe, my selfe, vnlike my selfe, and these same Ladies faire
In Armor, not to shrinke an ynch wheare hottest doings are.
Euen we do dare to bid the Base, and you your selues shall see
Your selues to come behind in Armes: the Romaines too, that bee
Such Conquerors, and valiantlie can womankind oppresse,
Shall know that Brittish women can the Romish wrongs redresse.
Then Arme ye with like courages as Ladies shall present,
Whom ye, nor wounds, nor death, the praise of Onset shall preuent.
Nor enuie that our martiall rage exceeds your manly ire,
For by how much more we endure, so much more we desire
Reuenge, on those in whose default we are vnhallowed thus,
Whilst they forget themselues for men, or to be borne of vs
Ye yeeld them Tribute, and from vs their Legions haue their pay:
Thus were too much, but more then thus, the haughtie Tirants sway:
That I am Queene from being wrong'd doth nothing me protect:
Their Rapes against my daughters both I also might obiect:
They maydes deflower, they wiues enforce, and vse their wils in all,
And yeat we liue, deferring fight, inferring so our fall.
But, valiant Brutons, ventrous Scots and warlike Pichts I erre,
Exhorting, whom I should dehort your fiearcenes to deferre:
Lesse courage more considerate would make your foes to quake:
My heart hath ioy'd to see your hands the Romaine Standards take,
But when as force and Fortune faild, that you with teeth should fight,
And in the faces of their Foes your women, in despight,
Should fling their sucking Babes, I hild such valiantnes but vaine:
Inforced flight is no disgrace, such Flyers fight againe.
Here are ye, Scots, that with the King my valiant brother dead
The Latines, wondring at your prowes, through Rome in triumph lead:
Ye Mars-stard Pichtes of Scythian breed are here Colleagues, & more,
Ye Dardane Brutes, last named, but in valour meant before:
In your conduct, most knightly friends, I superseade the rest:
Ye come to fight, and we in fight to hope and helpe our best.
Of Pichts: and they & Brittish Peeres to field their Armies bring,
To aide the Queene of Brutes, that like the Amazontan Dame
That beating downe the bloodie Greekes in Priams succour came,
Had pight her Iauelin at her feete, when entred in among
The fearce Confederates, thus she spake amidst the silent throng.
My state and sex, not hand or hart, most valiant friends, with-hild
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From that reuenge which I do wish, and ye haue cause to worke:
In which suppose not Voada in female feares to lurke.
For, Loe, my selfe, vnlike my selfe, and these same Ladies faire
In Armor, not to shrinke an ynch wheare hottest doings are.
Euen we do dare to bid the Base, and you your selues shall see
Your selues to come behind in Armes: the Romaines too, that bee
Such Conquerors, and valiantlie can womankind oppresse,
Shall know that Brittish women can the Romish wrongs redresse.
Then Arme ye with like courages as Ladies shall present,
Whom ye, nor wounds, nor death, the praise of Onset shall preuent.
Nor enuie that our martiall rage exceeds your manly ire,
For by how much more we endure, so much more we desire
Reuenge, on those in whose default we are vnhallowed thus,
Whilst they forget themselues for men, or to be borne of vs
Ye yeeld them Tribute, and from vs their Legions haue their pay:
Thus were too much, but more then thus, the haughtie Tirants sway:
That I am Queene from being wrong'd doth nothing me protect:
Their Rapes against my daughters both I also might obiect:
They maydes deflower, they wiues enforce, and vse their wils in all,
And yeat we liue, deferring fight, inferring so our fall.
But, valiant Brutons, ventrous Scots and warlike Pichts I erre,
Exhorting, whom I should dehort your fiearcenes to deferre:
Lesse courage more considerate would make your foes to quake:
My heart hath ioy'd to see your hands the Romaine Standards take,
But when as force and Fortune faild, that you with teeth should fight,
And in the faces of their Foes your women, in despight,
Should fling their sucking Babes, I hild such valiantnes but vaine:
Inforced flight is no disgrace, such Flyers fight againe.
Here are ye, Scots, that with the King my valiant brother dead
The Latines, wondring at your prowes, through Rome in triumph lead:
Ye Mars-stard Pichtes of Scythian breed are here Colleagues, & more,
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In your conduct, most knightly friends, I superseade the rest:
Ye come to fight, and we in fight to hope and helpe our best.
Scarce did this braue Bellona end, when as the Battailes ioyne,
And life and death was bought and sould with courage, not with coine.
Aboue the rest the Queene of Brutes through blood did cut her way,
Sixe thousand Ladies, Lyons-like, exployting like Afray:
Till Cattus with his Romaine Armes, subdewed, fled away.
Of Romains seuentie thousand died, of Brutons then were slaine
Twise fifteene thousand, and the rest their ceased freedome gaine.
And life and death was bought and sould with courage, not with coine.
Aboue the rest the Queene of Brutes through blood did cut her way,
Sixe thousand Ladies, Lyons-like, exployting like Afray:
Till Cattus with his Romaine Armes, subdewed, fled away.
Of Romains seuentie thousand died, of Brutons then were slaine
Twise fifteene thousand, and the rest their ceased freedome gaine.
When valiant Plancius, President in Gallia, heard such newes,
He waffes an Armie out of France, and Voada pursues.
The Albinests to aid the Queene assemble at her call,
And then began a second Warre, nor was the slaughter small.
The Brutons, bearing flight had clos'd themselues with waines about,
In which the awles women stood suruaying who was stout,
Controuling Cowards, and among did fill the aire with dinne:
But, valiant though the Brutones were, the day the Romaines winne.
In vaine the furious women then on Sonnes and Husbands call,
Themselues with Sonnes and Husbands did by aduerse weapons fall.
Queene Voada, past helpe and hope, betooke her selfe to flight:
Till looking backe, vnfollowed then, and hauing in her sight
The senseles Tronkes of slaughtred friends, shee leaning on her Lance
Did power forth teares, and grew at length impatient of the chance,
And said: my selfe, my trustie friends, will with my dearest blood
Keepe Obite to your happie Ghostes, that for your Countries good
Be as you be, and I will be: no Romaine sword shall boast
Of my dispatch. So on her Lance she yeelded vp her Ghoste.
He waffes an Armie out of France, and Voada pursues.
The Albinests to aid the Queene assemble at her call,
And then began a second Warre, nor was the slaughter small.
The Brutons, bearing flight had clos'd themselues with waines about,
In which the awles women stood suruaying who was stout,
Controuling Cowards, and among did fill the aire with dinne:
But, valiant though the Brutones were, the day the Romaines winne.
In vaine the furious women then on Sonnes and Husbands call,
Themselues with Sonnes and Husbands did by aduerse weapons fall.
Queene Voada, past helpe and hope, betooke her selfe to flight:
Till looking backe, vnfollowed then, and hauing in her sight
The senseles Tronkes of slaughtred friends, shee leaning on her Lance
Did power forth teares, and grew at length impatient of the chance,
And said: my selfe, my trustie friends, will with my dearest blood
Keepe Obite to your happie Ghostes, that for your Countries good
Be as you be, and I will be: no Romaine sword shall boast
Of my dispatch. So on her Lance she yeelded vp her Ghoste.
Her Daughter then, for to reuenge her friends vpon her foes,
Assisted by the vanquished, against the Victors roes,
And slaughtring through the Romaine Tentes the braue Virago goes,
Till Plancius, euer prouident of perils, brought supplies,
What time Vodicia, vrging wounds, with constant courage dies.
Assisted by the vanquished, against the Victors roes,
And slaughtring through the Romaine Tentes the braue Virago goes,
Till Plancius, euer prouident of perils, brought supplies,
What time Vodicia, vrging wounds, with constant courage dies.
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