A breefe Aunswer made unto two seditious Pamphlets the one printed in French, and the other in English. Contayning a defence of Edmund Campion and his complices, their moste horrible and vnnaturall Treasons, against her Maiestie and the Realme. By A. M. [i.e. Anthony Munday] |
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 | A breefe Aunswer made unto two seditious Pamphlets |  |
An other vpon the same.
What
iron hart, that would not melt in woe,
what steele or stoone, could keepe him drie from teares:
To see a Subiect fall from duetie so:
And arme him selfe vnto his Coūtries feares?
In their three deaths, ye standers by might see:
The ende of hatred and disloyaltie.
what steele or stoone, could keepe him drie from teares:
And arme him selfe vnto his Coūtries feares?
In their three deaths, ye standers by might see:
The ende of hatred and disloyaltie.
England may mone a Subiect erred so,
Without respect of God and Natures lawe:
And we our selues may show some signe of woe,
That treason should our brother frō vs draw.
That Antichrist should gain our Cāpiōs hart:
And make him Soldier to his coūtries smart.
Without respect of God and Natures lawe:
And we our selues may show some signe of woe,
That treason should our brother frō vs draw.
That Antichrist should gain our Cāpiōs hart:
And make him Soldier to his coūtries smart.
The skowling skies did storme and puffe apace,
they could not beare ye wrōg yt malice wrought:
The Sun drew in his goldē shining face,
ye moistned clowds shed brinish teares wt thought.
The riuer Thames against his course would rū:
To count the treasōs, Cāpion would haue doon.
they could not beare ye wrōg yt malice wrought:
The Sun drew in his goldē shining face,
ye moistned clowds shed brinish teares wt thought.
The riuer Thames against his course would rū:
To count the treasōs, Cāpion would haue doon.
Nature her selfe, with teares bedewd her face,
Duetie in countenaunce, looked pale and wan:
Shee, for to think her worke should her disgrace,
He, to be wanting in an English man.
Euen Antichriste, the eldest childe of hell:
Began to blush, and thought he did not well.
Duetie in countenaunce, looked pale and wan:
Shee, for to think her worke should her disgrace,
He, to be wanting in an English man.
Euen Antichriste, the eldest childe of hell:
Began to blush, and thought he did not well.
For loe, beholde, when Campion made his end,
His hardned hart, refused soueraigne grace:
His owne reproche did so his minde offend,
That treason did appeare vpon his face.
An yrksome spectacle was presented then:
In sight of God, of Angels, Saints and men.
His hardned hart, refused soueraigne grace:
That treason did appeare vpon his face.
An yrksome spectacle was presented then:
In sight of God, of Angels, Saints and men.
The heauens did cleere, ye Sun like gold did shine,
The Clowdes were drie, the fearfull Riuer ran:
Nature and Vertue, wipte their watred eyne,
To see that Iustice, cut off such a man.
Men, Angels, Saints, and all that saw him die:
Gaue thankes to God in heauenly melodie.
The Clowdes were drie, the fearfull Riuer ran:
Nature and Vertue, wipte their watred eyne,
To see that Iustice, cut off such a man.
Men, Angels, Saints, and all that saw him die:
Gaue thankes to God in heauenly melodie.
They saw Peruersenes had withdrawn his minde,
And Treason quite supplanted Dueties awe:
Presumptuous thoughts, did hūble Patience blind,
There was no place for Graces, well they sawe.
His falsehood, treasons and impietie:
With blame and shame, did ende in infamie.
And Treason quite supplanted Dueties awe:
Presumptuous thoughts, did hūble Patience blind,
There was no place for Graces, well they sawe.
His falsehood, treasons and impietie:
With blame and shame, did ende in infamie.
By whose example, euerie Subiect maye,
Be warned howe they fall in such abuse:
And all their thoughts on loyaltie to staye,
Least they likewise doo taste like sharpe refuse.
For Honour dooth exalt the Subiect iust:
When Horrour throwes ye Traitour in ye dust:
Be warned howe they fall in such abuse:
And all their thoughts on loyaltie to staye,
Least they likewise doo taste like sharpe refuse.
For Honour dooth exalt the Subiect iust:
When Horrour throwes ye Traitour in ye dust:
Reioyce, be glad, triumph, sing Himnes of ioy,
Campion, Sherwin, Brian, haue their due:
They are supprest that sought our great annoy,
I hope their fellowes shortly shall ensue.
For faithfull minds doo lothe yt they should liue:
Who to their Countrey, doo dishonour giue.
Campion, Sherwin, Brian, haue their due:
I hope their fellowes shortly shall ensue.
For faithfull minds doo lothe yt they should liue:
Who to their Countrey, doo dishonour giue.
FINIS.
| A breefe Aunswer made unto two seditious Pamphlets | |