Three Precious Teares of Blood Flowing from the wounded harts of three great French Ladies. In Memory of the Vertues, complaint of the losse, and execration of the murther, of that thrice-worthy Monarch, Henry the Great. Now shed aganne in English [by Richard Niccols] |
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The third teare, IN EXECRATION OF THE MVRTHER of that great King, Henry the fourth.
TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE, THE LADY
Clifford.
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Damn'd murtherer, ô hels abortiue curst,Parricide of vs all, by furies nurst,
Horror of Nature, hence;
Instrument of Sathan, forthwith returne
To thy first depth, where euer howling mourne
For thy hainous offence.
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As many plagues as here thy false hand powersOn vs, as many teares of bloud in showers
As still thou mak'st vs spend,
Fall to thy torments there; in such a wise
As from thy cursed ashes neuer rise
Another such a fend.
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Thou rob'st the world of such a King, whose peareFor Justice and for power did nere appeare
Vnder the sunnes faire eye;
Such an Artist as well in peace and warre,
Beyond the bruit of those old Cesars, farre
Of famous memory.
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A King whose worth no little doth surpasAll their crown'd heads, whose raigne before his was;
Whose wonderfull meeknes,
Went still combin'd with Royall Maiesty,
Like his braue selfe alone, in purity,
Truth, faith, valor, goodnes.
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Yet this foule part thou actest not alone,The sins by each to often done,
And that most impious ground
Of you, that subiects harts from Kings seduce,
Whetting your kniues to breake that loyall truce,
His royall breast did wound.
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More to augment our harts extreamely bleeding,Our neuer dying sorrowes, greefes exceeding,
This added is to ours;
That he, to kinde, must your attempts forgiue,
By much to kind, his hart to you must giue,
Yet neuer could haue yours.
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That this great King (vnder whose pow'r did quakeThe greatest pow'r the greatest Kings could make)
His life so highly prised;
That life which hath so many happy made,
Should on your bloody altars now be laide,
Thus to be sacrificed.
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Deare Queene, from whom heau'n pluck't this branch of GoldOur Prince, in whose eyes yet we faire behold
Those worthy liuing parts
Of that great King your husband, O protect
Your sides and his, from that so cruell sect,
To expect at these darts.
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Those Hidraes must not come where you reside,So shall your teeth and harts at rest abide,
Their poison will infest
Without your care, there's no such Antitode
As is to keepe your selues alwaies remote
From them as from the pest.
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Our Kingdome and Kings Guardian, you that serueAs mother to them both, then both preserue
From mischiefe without staying;
Least by a third stroake we, our state and all,
Vnhappily at length to ruine fall
By your to kind delaying.
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O God, which with thy hand vpon her headHast set her Crowne, aud thine oyle on her shed,
Granting her so great grace;
Make her name liue, as she shall be the cause
Our Kings may raigne in peace by her wise lawes,
When thou bring'st them in place.
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And as thou hast by adamants vnknowneDrawne Elements from Enemies to one,
As we see them agree;
So Lord, vnite each Frenchmans hart and minde,
That fast their loue to their kings they may binde,
In whose face thine we see.
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That to this end all our endeauours tending,Our wils may neuer in this realme be bending
To any factious passion;
But Spartan-like our Country vndeuided
All our harts knit may as one hart be guided,
In a brotherly fashion.
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And that the rest of all our gen'rous blood,Within this Realme may now become one flood
Not stopping, till we find
Meanes to reuenge our good Kings deare blood shed,
And keepe his hart more safe (restor'd though dead)
In this sonne left behind.
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In whom such vertue doth already grow,As it shall make proude fortune stoope and know
Subiection to his worth;
And thus in time his planting hand shall fill
The world with those victorious bayes, which still
His fathers tombe brings forth.
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