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The poems of George Daniel

... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes

Daniel, George (1616-1657)

II.

III, IV.

The severall Raignes of Richard the Second Henrie the Fourth, & Henrie the Fifth

The Dedication.

To the Reader

The Generall Argument of this followinge TRINARCHODIA.

The Raigne of Richard the second.

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The severall Raignes of Richard the Second Henrie the Fourth, & Henrie the Fifth

Miremur perijsse Reges, monumenta fatiscient
Mors etiam Saxis; Nominibusque venit.
Auson.

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The Dedication.

When I am Earth, and what was counted sire
Knitts to its Source, the naturall retire
Of Elements; and somewhat yet beyond,
(Which here wee cannot find) her selfe shall find
Orbéd, and moueing in a sphœre, our Eyes
Would peepe at, through the Glasse of faculties;
When that fraile Ladder breakes, & at one Leape,
I've reach't from Earth the vndiscouered Steppe;
This part of either, has its station,
And ripens Dust vnto Imagination.
Nothinge is Lost, but one concurrent flame
Moves through the whole, to make all parts the same;
And Nature link'd, one Spirit with the Blood;
Sensible Substance; Ayre not vnderstood.
Wonder not, when my other parts are free,
I Dedicate this vnto Libertie;
Not as I Liueing find it, in the word,
But to an Age yet hence; when the abhorr'd
Sence, a mistaken Error, shall be brought
Cleare Truth; & Peace adds Glory to warr-taught
Numbers. Enough, who merritts verse, doth claime
Beyond it; To the Time and to the Name.

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To the Reader

Soe penitent is Humor that wee quitt
ffull-measur'd notes, to Iumpe in Light-heel'd witt;
Laughter vnto the Herd; & rather take
ffrom Madam's Teeth, our Fame, whose dimples speake
More sence then wee Imagine, or perhaps
Her selfe is priuy to;—the frequent heapes
Of Braines, from the weake sun-shine of an Eye
Worke Maggotts out—short Drolls—scurrillitye.

These pass the glass about; the Conclave set,
Giggle applause,—a fine Spleen-peirceing Witt,
A Whiffe of Recreation, and the Shrugge
Approves both smoakes, one well-compounded Drug;
Witt & Tobacco o're the Table spred,
And with the Pipe both are Extinguishéd;
Dead Ashes, wch wee couer not wth Tears
But Rivers; surging fearcloth for the Verse;
Till waken'd by the Clangor of fresh Quarts
It breake the Gleiwye Prison, & vp-starts
A fresh, to breath its little Round of Life,
And hopps the same againe;—but a Throate Stiffe
In Thirst, prevents the small remaineing Sand
Vnspent, with a Glass, chargéd, in his hand.

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Thus little Witt is iustled of his feet,
And kneaded lyes in the foule winding-sheet.

Or for a Nobler funerall, when thrice
It has beene read, & euery one as wise
As ere he heard it, & can hardly say
But that was first,—vnless a broke Glasse may
Make him repent it; when he greedily
Heareing verse Nam'd, thought it a propertie
T' encline that hazard; and durst boldly doe it:
Because 'twas short, seal'd Approbation to it.
Forgot & layd aside, the next Hand tears
It, for his Pipe—Tobacco tooke in verse;
A Nurseing flame, which being now put out,
Is not yet dead, but fire the Braines about.
I, this is Witt, at least in the next Roome,
When Thirst of more, makes better troublesome;
Some Squibbs prepareing are, the Ropes are laid
To entertaine the Gapers; well, to lead
You further, in this smoke of Dreames, you'd Chide
Like Men lost in a mist, or beat your Guide;
Wee led you ore the Barren Cloud-wrapt Hill,
That you may better praise the Vaile, wch still
Open to the rich Sun, repayes the Charge
Of all his fuell, & returnes a large
Varietie, in well-sett Meads; soe wrought,
The fforrest workes from Persia are not brought;
Or if the banckes of full-spred Poesie,
One violet Carpet less delight the Eye

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Then the faire-Glareing Tulip,—pluck the flower,
You are satisfied,—& wee indeed are more.

When wine, digested wth the Night, has sprung
New Lusts, the Pumpe of Witt beats faire & younge,
And trills a Coppie, that the Spunges may
Lick vp what he hath Squeez'd, another Day;
But sober-Heads, whoe goe the time of Witt
Wth a glad burthen, still produce 'em fitt
And fully form'd; a Glorious Issue male,
Borne to continue out the great Entayle:
When female Bratts appeare wth louder Claime,
Th' inheritance is lost, vnto his Name.

Some Generations hence, (Soe intricate
Is Witt, as Blood, oft varied) 'twill be great
Pussle to know how & from whom deriu'd
They claime, who shall posses it,—soe short-liv'd
Not only familyes & Kingdomes be,
But Witt is Lost vnto Posteritie;
And though the Name, like Lord, or Captaine, claime
Eyes of the Towne to feed on,—'tis but Name;
The Gapinge many, from a flatt-Crown'd Hatt,
A Band Im-modeish, or, I wot not what
Small singularity of Beard, or None;
A Face in Cuerpo, or a Mourning one;
Collections from a Tooth-picker, will Crye
A Witt, a Witt,—as Lord, by Page or flye
Of Pleasure is discouer'd; or as Lace
Augurs a new-trimmed Captaine, 'bove his Face;

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And silver Hilt, (the Warrs now being done)
Sett on a Lath, is valour through the Towne.

As mouthéd Peasants, (throng to see the state,
Their Ignorance it selfe did but Create,
And Gape vpon the Gowne,—or Cap, & Crye
At scarfes & Feathers, their giuen Liverie;
To see their gay Retainers, Masters now,
Devoureing Stewards, as they did not know
The Glory they had Given) magnifie
Merit, the Obiect of their Prodigie;
Soe many Corkes keepe leaden Witt a floate,
And hemme his Name about;—where ere you note
Thin Cloaks pitting themselues,—Hee without Cloake
Is a Witt in Hutts, a pretty spurringe Cocke.

'Twere a smart peice of Worke, & worth yor Eare,
Should wee preuent you by our Proeme here;
And wth a Chronologicke Preface saue
Your Patience, for what y' haue not or haue
Read of the story; a minc't Chronicle,
Seru'd in a stew'd Meat, to the second Meale;
Hollingshead's mighty Loyne, a Voyder full
Brought in a saucer; little spoone-Meats cull
From Stowe's ill-fardled dry fatt: would you more?
Olives, deep swett, in Iarre of Polidore;
Speed, Cutt in sippetts, Trussell, layd about
For a trayle Garnish; thus wee sett you out
Perboyléd Kinges, & Quadled Crownes; a Dish
Fitt for the Appetite as you can wish;
Maiestie laid in Pickle. What you saw

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T'affright your Stomacks, being fresh & raw,
Well house-wif'd, is become the Precious
Part of your fare, The standing dish o'th' House;
And you, perhaps, may like it soe much better;
But—I'me a thinking now only the Litter,
Washt in Eurotas, Love the Spartan Messe;
A Black Broth is a Diet; you may guess
Such Pottage-Eating stomackes; I am cleare
Græcian, in what you please, but Persian here;
For whither shall wee Live, by law, or vote?
One Arbitrary, the other alters not.

Why should I speake my owne? I write to please
The world—a Poet-Sycophant; the Ease
Is well-won honor; who would brood a Nest
Of labour'd Fancy, for a Chicke, at best?
Must many Mouthes liue from another's hand?
And fatter-Cramm'd dyes sooner. Pretty fond
Finches are taught to Cherrip wth the Quill
Mouth Clyster, & their Notes their Panches fill.
The little Bladder carryes all its weight,
Ayre-full or Empty, 'tis in both soe light;
Some who, too partiall, trye by their owne scale,
May cutt Graines Atomes; find, & Summe them All.
'Tis well! the World not Vniversally
Is mad, but Province heads may Soberly
Live in their first-giv'n Names; an Atticke face
May safely walke some streetes; safe in the Lace
Secures his Eyes from others, in mistake,
Albertus motion, if it could but Speake.

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'Twere well, if euery Man that is not wise
Lost his Complexion, sun-burnt by such Eyes;
For Leopard Learning is a finer Beast
Then a Sire or Damme; well-freckled witts shew best;
An Academick Raye makes 'em spring out
More Landskip then your Box or Mapple root;
'Tis true, I've seene the fretworke of a Nose
Worthy a Scyence; well,—but if it growes,
The Wonder's lesse. Why may not wisedome sprout
From Twigs, or Barke of Man, a liueing fruite?
By strange exuberant Phlegme; as from some Trees
Byll-twisted Barnacles, ripen to Geese.

The Great Magician Time (whose Circle springes
The Apparition of mistaken thinges)
Fashions the shaddow finely; & wee stand
Trembling obseruers to his awefull hand.
Haue you not seene the Mad world on a Heape
Lye Squalling? & the Nasty vermin creepe
Her wild? to Iustle better Pasturage,
Takeing advantage of neglected Rage;
When Rebell Molls cast out the Ants wch dwell
Tennants to her, for Life, & not at Will,
The little wanderers seeke out new farmes,
And from a family are many swarmes;
Her Bodie but one Creeping Morphew is:
Who wonders death in a Phthiristasis?

Let Nero fiddle out Rome's Obsequies,
And force the farre-spent world wh Tyrrannies.
To run vneuen as a Roman Face

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Side-drawne; to confirme non-Antipodes;
Should wee sing Prodigies to erect Eares?
And bottle sea-wracke for the Bayes of verse?
To give a louder Cracke, in the wild flame
Of Censure; 'twere a Pot-Gun, worth a Name.
I could make truth a wonder, & Impose
Faith, Tayle-Ioyn'd foxes hurrying Sylla's Nose,
A Brand to wast the ffeilds; & Tiber, great
In liueing Waters, could not Quench the heat.
Not Rome's now tripled glories to her first
Could satisfy such a devoureing Thirst.
A strange Catharre, whose flux doth run soe rife,
The world's too narrow for a Hand-kercheife;
Span Grece into a Cittye, if you list,
A Meddall tyed t'Epimanonda's wrist;
Chaine vp Pyræum wh an Oxe's Tayle,
And through his Cloven hooves, convey her sayle;
An Argosey, betwixt two Muscle shells;
Iack Horner's Iustled into Citadells;
'Tis in our Traffique this; or shall wee bring
Ormus ye Iewell, & the world the Ring
On Alexander's finger; or Compare
Two mouthes of Sun vnto a Blazeing starre;
And baffle out Quirinus, in the blood
Or Peace of Cæsar; Each more like a God.

Or bring a trayterous spider in the Twine
Of her owne Thred to breake th' Arabian Line;
Whose Cable Pietie vn-Anchoréd,
Yet fixt her vessell steddie, in the Bed

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Of many waters meeting, & Conspired
A Glorie to our Bottom's better tir'd.
What Man, attempting fayl'd, (whose caution
Was certaine Empire in succession)
Is done whout a stratagem. The Blood
Of great Almanzor, in a Cobweb flowed;
And what the world admir'd, in Warre & Peace,
Is swept away, the Scorne of Cottages.

See, not alone, Ambition Pursued,
Tyrrannye scourgéd, Conquerors subdued,
But vertue liable vnto the Check
Of ffortune, a rent Obiect; Man, a weake
Casket for such a treasure; Euery hand
Of accident doth wth a Picker stand,
To scale the wards of Life;—How tedious
This Proeme driues; you frowne; & wee are thus
Corrected; for the Elizar is a vaine
Trifle, in Currencie of Spartan Coyne.

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The Generall Argument of this followinge TRINARCHODIA.

The Point is Glory; Wee haue drawne a Line
From mighty Edward; Richard walking in
A rugged Path, totters, & spinns you out
A Thred to Carrye you, foe farre about;
Wch his Successor, Harrie, from his hand
Takes raw, to draw it finer. Vnderstand
Actions of Kinges are but All Humane flaxe,
His, worne wh many Knotts, to the last breakes;
His son takes vp the Distaffe. Hercules
Soe Spun a Thread, wch was not Omphale's,
Though farre remoued Calpe' did but Come,
His Shuttle was the Beame 't Alcide's Loome.
Our Worke is done; in short, wee shew you here,
Glory in Great; in Little Platoe's yeare.

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The Raigne of Richard the second.

1

Whether from Ends pre-orderéd, Periods are,
And necessary fate, involueth All:
Or second Causes interpose, and share;
Let better Pens resolve; our Naturall
Temerities catch either; & are loath
To Chuse, where wee may better vse them both.

2

Soe shaddowes in a Glasse deceiue the Sence,
And loose all Figure to the quickest Eye;
Our Iudgments span to bring in Providence;
Fancy assists to the discouerie;
And something a farre off, wee wonder at:
Like Spectrums in a Dreame, wee know not what.

3

To omit the Glories of Third Edward's raigne,
Crescy & Poiteirs, drawne by happy Pens;
France humbled by his valour, and againe
Repaird to her owne strength; the great pretence
Of claime layd dead; Callis, of all the Rest
Remains in France, of Edward's Interest.

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4

Hee old, and to the Passions of Age
A little bending, looses to the Fame
And to the Power he had; Partyes engage;
Factions grow stronge when Power sitts as Lame.
Maiestie must be mouing, or the dreggs
Of Earth will take its Crutches for their Legs.

5

But ere he fell, his son, Black Edward, Dyes:
That starre of Conduct to sure victorye;
An equall Soule to all the Prodigies
Reported from the Faith of Historie.
Nature's a Sphere wch wee may leuell att,
But fix her highest point, & hee was That.

6

The Great Land marke of Honour now broke downe,
The Billowes of disorder threaten All;
Big Eolus must rore if Iuno frowne,
And bid the Troians must be Tempest fall;
Till the sea-God his Trident heauve, the Face
Of Waters, then, were as the Chaos was.

7

The greater winds of Faction broke in here,
To make a Wracke; wch who may well preuent?
Our Neptune is noe more; Edward, his Sphære
Left, to walke in an Orbe more Excellent.
Thus, when the Sun driues through his Tracke below,
Small starres are bold, & each his Light dare show.

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8

Had Edward liued (whose mānagement till now
Proceeded equally, and did obscure
Meteors of Faction, or enrich 'em through,
That they might fall, an Influence, and Pure,)
The State had stood; such vanities wee vse
When ought shall happen wch wee would not chuse.

9

But Edward's Fate was spun, that his Great Sire
(As some obserue) might suffer for the Crime
Acted to make him King. Who would goe higher
Then Iustice warrants, Iustice Ruines Him.
And Hee, who wth one Curse impal'd his Head,
Left it with woe, an Infant to succeed;

10

Richard the Second, in his Grandsire's Throne;
Such hasty fates doe seldom happie prove;
Irregularities are look'd vpon,
But orderly Designes wee chuse and Love;
Nature is noe man's Cuc-queane, but doth bring,
By her owne steps, a way to euery thing.

11

'Tis seldome otherwise; a Child can adde
Nothing to Power; some Men will haue an ayme
Sixe Bowes beyond the Levell wch they made;
To win his Crowne, what Gamester can wee Blame,
Will shift his Cards? Fortune the Packe brings in,
And 'tis but Fortune, that wee loose or win.

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12

But Richard sitts a step below his Chance,
And puts his Game to others, who from him
And by his fortune will their owne advance;
Though when they first put out, they did not swim,
Perhaps, to reach that Crowne; who euer yet
That was Ambitious, made his proiects fitt?

13

But though some faire allurements might bring on
A willing soule, & please it, with its End;
Yet let his serious Advisement run
Through the designe, to make the Machine bend
To probabilities; were there not more
Of Fortune then his share in 't, hee'd giue ore.

14

But when Successes warrant euery Step,
And somewhat falls beyond our expectation,
Wee take the Thred cast out, & by it Leape
As an advantage, fitt for the occasion.
When Harrie Ravenspurgh, or Cæsar, past
The Rubicon, their thoughts were not soe vast.

15

Though bladder'd with Ambition, both were made
Men not vnfitt for Empire; and the Wheele
Once made to goe, is trouble to be stayed;
It runs so smooth, for these Giggs may not reele;
What Children cannot Manage, abler Boyes
Make Vsefull to their sport; & soe the Toyes.

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But Harrie was too young to foster hopes
Of Soveraignty, when Richard had the Crowne;
Though Gant might haue an Ayme, & vse the Props
Of Leon & Castile, to bring it on;
For some haue Thought, who did soe well become
A forraigne Title, might a Crowne at home.

17

This might at least adde something to the Aymes
Of Bullingbrooke, who lou'd not to goe lesse;
His Father was a King, & whoe disdaines
To live a subiect; noe vneuenesse
Clips the Horizon to a Prince's Eye,
But ev'n beyond that, somewhat doth descrye.

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But I am yet a Sphere beyond my ayme;
Richard is King, & I to him must fall;
To goe along with Time; Time, wch doth frame
All Actions perfect, & dissolves them All;
Nature's Surveyour, who sprung from the Poles,
And lives with Light, the Astonishment of Fooles.

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(Vnhappy flower, too early sprung to live;
Soe peepes the Dazie, & soe perisheth,
Eyther by the next frost, or pluck't to giue
A Raritie; soe meets, in either, Death;
Wise Plants sleep in their Causes till the Sun,
Giue warrant, & the Ayre Approbation.

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But 'twas noe fault nor folly of his owne:
That hee was young, is Nature's fault, not His;
'Twas fitt to make that revolution,
Fate had determin'd, who can neuer misse
To her Designe; what wee contingents see,
Are but the Spoakes i' th' Wheele of Destinie.

21

Stay till the wheele arrive that fatall point,
And let my Quill draw out a Line, from whence
Distempers rose, as from a Concourse ioynt
Of Causes met, All in Malevolence,
To scourge the Age; vnder a King, a Child,
The Nobles factious, & the Commons Wild.

22

Engirt with enemies of noe small Power,
The French recovered, and the Scott, who yet
Was true noe longer, then hee saw an houre
How to be false, or an advantage fitt
To forfeit Reputation; & Advance
For Crownes, the Interest of the Crowne of France.

23

And now at home, by evill Councell led,
(Still the suggestion of worse Councellours)
The King is tax'd, & foule Aspersions spred
To make him scorned; as though it appears
Worthy alone a Parliament to prescribe,
And the poore King falls before euerie Tribe.

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Hee cannot suffer 't; Royaltie confin'd
May be noe more then Light; as well you may
Bind vp the Tresses of that Day which shin'd
First in your Cell, & make noe further Day;
For Light is but made Glorious in her Winges,
And only Power becomes the Breath of Kinges.

25

Though it is true Hee might be worthy blame,
(If Royalty may fall vnder Impute)
Hee did neglect the Office of his Name;
Or did not keepe foe punctually to 't,
As graver Heads would force. Who cannot find
A staffe to beat a Dogge, that has a Mind?

26

And now the state vrges a danger nigh;
At lest the Pilot, (as the state now stood)
Pretends a Ruine; Some Conspiracie
To face the Greater treason, makes it good;
Wee sadly see it; and all Times haue sett
Such Pillars out, for Kings t' avoid the Nett.

27

After some ouertures, to make good All
What Gant suggested might of dangers be,
The King gives Satisfaction, & doth Call
Another Parliament; Each Poll must free
Itselfe by Price; perhaps there is a fate
Impends some actions that wee looke not at.

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The Commons nettled, to defray the Charge
Of Nature in them, at their owne Expence,
Gather in shoales of Mutinie, t' enlarge
The Noise, & euery one speakes his owne sense;
Though none speake any, but all thinges pass faire,
Where some are greiued, & all incenséd are.

29

One Ball, a Preist, takes the occasion fitt
To vent his owne, & make their Rage rise higher;
Such bauling Preists were neuer wanting yet,
With Bellowes, to prouoke that desperate fire.
Though Lay-brains haue the Hearth, wth fuell drest,
The Cheife Ardelio euer was a Preist.

30

From Holy writ, Hee boldly doth assert,
All men are equall, all from Adam Sprung.
Oh Sacred Spirit of Truth! when wee Invert
Thy Misteries, what Prodigies are flung
To make vs wretched! 'tis a Cabinet
Not to be openéd by humane Witt.

31

But this was catching, & the giddy Rout
Applaud his Doctrine; it concern'd their Ease,
And Iustified the Act they went about;
The King was Tyrrannous, the Nobles Base,
And euerie Peasant did deserue a Name
Equall with theirs, thence Levellers first came.

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32

If forme may be in a confusion,
And any order where disorder raignes,
Behold this Rabble; noe illusion
Soe lifts the Passions & provokes the veins,
As a blind Interest; where wee are concern'd,
Iustice forgotten is, and Truth not learn'd.

33

These, the King's men, (for what Rebellion
Vnder a King but did pretend a Right
To his advantage, till they gett theyre owne,)
Led by a Rascall, made of shreds, to fight
Against the King, the seame of Government,
Perhaps they thought wanted his Instrument.

34

Thus they proceed, and as you may expect
From such a Crue, they ransack, spoyle, & wast,
And in their March, they Ruine or Infect
The Countrey through, & cannot March soe fast
But tumult and disorder still was prest,
Two dayes before their cōminge, to Assist.

35

And now, on Cock-horse, Insolence is still
Bred in a dunghill; to the King they send
A Sawcy Summons; Hee appeares; vntill
Asham'd soe base a Rabble to attend,
Hee saw his error; for still Maiestie
By a Complyance, adds to Mutinie.

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36

At length to London: (for to vndergoe
A taske of danger, & noe Wreath propose,
Had stopt the current,) London, only Thou
Canst satisfy all Aimes. The Citty Crowes
Assemble, & Resolve they would keep out
(When Hee was three miles off,) his ragged rout.

37

And had Hee come noe nearer, they had bin
The Choisest Spiritts that the Land had bred;
One a fring'd Halberd takes, another in
A Iacke new-vamp'd is bold to shew his Head,
And rant, (wthin the walls) the faire Discent,
Not of himselfe, but his Habiliment.

38

What wondrous feates of Armes, the man that wore
That shirt, at Crescy & at Poitiers did!
Frenchmen he slew, by Dozen or by score;
And (as Inspiréd thence) He threatenéd
To weare it worthy, & a Tally make
Of slaughter, to outvye his shop-board's Chalke.

39

For he a Chandler was, his Neighbour next,
(New washt his hands) was of the Grocer trade,
Had donn'd a Marrion, wth his Cap betwixt.
And brings along with him the Parish blade,
Which had at Mile-End oft beene drawne & tryed,
When the Scotts King this Iland did invade.

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40

Wonders, each new-trimm'd Citizen can tell,
Was done by others, in the last King's dayes,
And threaten greater; but the Rebells fell
Close to their gates, & put them in a Maze;
Ere they had vtter'd halfe the feats they ment,
They quit their Armes, & to their shops they went.

41

The Gates were open'd, & the Bridge let downe,
The Rebells enter, & the Apron Men
Bid welcome, with their Pints; the high renowne
Of Cittys' valours Clubb'd into his Den;
Such Mastiffes at a Bay! but enter once,
Hee claps his Tayle betweene his Leggs & Fawnes.

42

And that the Captaine might insult enough,
To shew by little that he would doe more,
Hee takes the Measure of his Maister's stuffe,
And snips it to a Size, he thought before,
Convenient for his Fashion; this new Mode
Hee carryes, through the Citty, as hee rode.

43

His Master's Head vpon a Pole he stucke,
And as a Trophy of his Gratitude,
Made it be borne along; the Terror strucke
From Cheap to Charinge; now the Multitude
Swum in the Kennell: & the 'Prentice sweeps
Himselfe in with the Dirt, to fill their Heaps.

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44

This snow-ball lick't the Earth still as it went,
And wrought it selfe into a mightie Size;
Necessity mou'd some, as Discontent
Made others vndertake the Enterprize.
Once make a Head, & each Man, as hee List,
Is a Convenient Member to Assist.

45

Strange Insolencyes & vnheard of things,
(But with such Routs, nothing is strange or New,)
They act; 'tis said Fury and Rage haue Winges;
If soe, on strongest Pineons here she flew;
But in Rebellion nothing seemeth strange;
Of Noveltie, their Interest is Change.

46

And to make good what first they vndertooke,
Law, (as the curbe to all such vndertakeinges,)
Must be Abolish'd; Law, in force, had strooke
This Python dead; Law hath too many Wakeings;
And this Imposture cannot take the lowe
Till Argus head be seuer'd by his Blow.

47

Had wee but seene, (but wee perhaps haue seene
Outrages Equall to the worst they did,)
Such Insolencies done by thinges call'd Men,
Wee Iustly might haue thought they had forbid
Their owne Creation, & had forragéd
Like Wolves, as in some places, Men are sed.

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And I beleiue it really; some feirce
Nature oppressed with dire Melancholly
May thinke Rage proper to the Shape he weares;
His Figure he forgets in his owne Follie;
Soe some are Catts or Hares, & the Illusion
Springs Cheifly from Complexionall Infusion.

49

What divers Frencyes may posses a Rout
Wee better may beleiue then well expresse;
Some would haue Truth, but put her Candle out;
But all moves by their Single Interests;
Soe the Moone may be fitted wth a Coate
As make a Goverment, for All t' allow 't.

50

This swarme of Hornets sweeps the Citty round,
And drive the Iustly-seated from their Hives;
Who free? Alas! when Madnes giues a Wound,
That it is less then Mortall who beleives?
Therfore, not who will put, but who will Stand
The danger of such a Knife in such a Hand?

51

The meaner sort Ioyne with the Mutineers,
And ere they can consider what they mean't,
Are wrapt in with the Ruine; 'tis to vs
Noe wonder, what wee see made Evident:
Soe in a Village, let one Curre begin
The Barke, & all the baser Doggs come in.

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52

Full in their Rage, & in their Numbers full,
(Number, wch adds vnto Plebeian Rage,)
They many things perpend; & some they Cull
Insistive Articles; the sad presage
Of Ruine to a Kingdome; never yet
Did Hee stand safe, who gave up Iust for fitt.

53

A Royall Summons to the Royalltye
These Rebells send; as if the Power were theirs
Hee must attend; to what necessitie,
Eu'n Kings are Subiect; Something still appears
To baite Humanity; a full Content
Noe State, nor noe Condition yet exempt.

54

The King (to meet them, at ye appointed Place,)
Went from the Tower; Hee out, They enter'd in;
And Acted all the Villainy that was
Within their Reach; something has euer bin
The Vltimum; & there is yet one step
Beyond a Possibilitie to Leap.

55

For though, in a blind Furie, they had tooke
The Arch-Bishop from his Office, to their owne,
And hal'd Him from the Altar to the Blocke;
An Altar yet, in his devotion.
Thus, what some faint beleevers cannot frame,
The offerers the Offeréd became.

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56

Yet they had not Attain'd the height of Ill:
Noe Man nor yet a Crowd, to Mischeife bent,
Att setting forth arriv'd the Top o' th' Hill;
Wee move by Steps, and not Incontinent,
Are com'd whither wee looke; perhaps a yeare
Had ripened out the Ill they did not here.

57

For here the Glorie of her Sex, the Queene,
Mother vnto the King; but farre more prais'd
In being Edward's Wife, whose Eyes had seene
And Iudg'd her only worthy to be rais'd,
From Sarum's Widdow (wch some weaker Head
Might count disparagement) vnto his Bed.

58

Here was that Queene; & though noe doubt shee had
Disgrace enough to stand, in the Contempt
And Power of such a Tumult; 'twas but bad;
Worse might haue beene; who knowes! Astonishment
Might strike the Villains to think she was once
Great Edward's wife, the Scourge of Haughty France.

59

This might be it; or to the greater Ray
Which made him tremble, they perhaps might fall:
Edward was Captive to her Eyes, and They,
Rebells enough, yet durst not offer all
The Iniury they might; & they who durst
Doe soe much Ill, 'twas well did not the worst.

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60

When they had run the Thred of all their Thought
In Mischiefe here: they went to meet the King;
Hee calmly askes why they such Numbers brought?
Why Arm'd? His finger now struck euery stringe;
And, like an Instrument, soe mov'd, they make
One confus'd Noise; soe Multitudes still Speake.

61

Some freedome Aske, but know not what it is;
Others, (and they the most, opprest wth want,)
Require Support to their Necessities;
And some, (who were in law more Conversant,)
Demand release of Tenors. Beagles will
Not loose a sent, though they run Counter still.

62

The King to all their greiveances gave Eare,
Or seem'd to doe soe; & by Parliament
Promises to redress what they might feare;
But for the Time, it were convenient,
His Pardon given, their Armes lay'd aside,
They should disperse; and as Hee said, they Did.

63

Tiler & some remaineing of the Crew
(Who knew their greater guilt and durst not trust
The Royall promise made) their Ragges vp drew
To Smithfeild, twenty thousand yet to boast
Their Rebell Armes; thus a deuided Snake,
The Head but liueing, will like menace make.

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64

Hee to the King (for now the King was come
To know why yet in Armes they did appeare)
Steps forth, & wsupert;h an Arrogance wch some
Were hasty to Correct; but whether feare
Or more mature Advises, dissapprou'd it,
The King forbade it soone, to him that mou'd it.

65

With gracefull lookes and all the Ornament
His yeares might bring, Hee calmly ask't the cause
They came about; & if their fellowes went
Well satisfied, they should haue the same Lawes.
Law (quoth the Traytor) shall be what wee list,
And yet, ere Night, pass 'twixt my Lipps & fist.

66

What Arrogance! beyond his foule Attempt!
The King's owne Dagger, by his rude hand seiz'd,
Was not enough; the Royall Sword he mean't
T' haue had; & might the Scepter, had he pleas'd.
Once find the Temper, & hee that hath the Skill,
Makes matter carry any forme he will.

67

Wee must imagine him who vndertakes
Actions of Danger fitt to manage them;
Conduct is next Creation; something speakes
In euery Action, somewhat of Esteeme;
And wee but take the bound, as it may hitt
Our single Interests of Wrong or Right.

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68

Some of the Nobler present were amaz'd
At Tyler's menace, for it was noe less;
Full wh the King he ioynes, & what hee pleas'd,
Hee vrgéd home; what hee might say they Guess,
Who haue acquainted beene with the Demands
To Princes made in Catch of Rebel Hands.

69

But Richard, by the Courage of his Traine,
Was rescued; the Action redounds
To Walworth's single Honour, & it can
Not live without his Name, in Tiler's Wounds
Wch were made many; soe a Panther tooke
In a sure toyle, They strike, who durst not looke.

70

The Rout incenséd wth their Captaine's fall,
With many voices vtter out their Rage;
And threaten Equal death; or if worse shall
Come in their Way; when Passions engage,
Wise Men haue wise expressions; but what rude
Noyse wth out sense comes from a multitude.

71

Soe when a Bull, Conducter of the Herd,
(Assaulted by an Irish Greyhound) falls,
The rest enragéd stampe, but, yet afeard,
Bellow their Rage; each one his fellow calls,
With rude enticements, to lead on the Rest:
The Multitude is euer such a Beast.

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72

While thus they stood amaz'd, & had a will
To doe enough, but knew not what to doe;
Richard appeares, & Cryes, Loe I am still
Your King, your Captaine; let the Caitiffe goe,
Whoe did mislead you hither, follow mee;
You are my Subiects, I your King will bee.

73

This tooke; & they as one Man followed him,
Now in their power; What might not Rage haue done?
But some things are not ripe when they may seeme;
Hee was in danger, but Destruction
Lackied to bring more guilt, & make appeare
That Act a Iustice, had beene Treason here.

74

And 'tis not Strange, if wee keepe Equall pace
With Time, & run the Thred of Actions out
To observation; the same Act to pass
Iustice, which had beene Sacriledge; for put
Them in a Bagg, it is but Cross & Pile;
The Lucky Gamester gives the value still.

75

How byassed all humane Actions are!
And 'tis but Interest they are wrong & Right;
Els but one Thing were praised, good or faire,
And Iustice yet were clad in her owne white;
But (ah) that Robe is torne, & euer since,
The party-Colour'd sitts vpon the Bench.

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76

And now the mouth of fury, full of words,
Dare vent her loud conceptions; all suggest
Something to their owne Fancie; Rage affords
Noe light beyond the Eye of Interest;
And not the meanest Hee who bore a Pronge
But from his Chimney brought his Cause along.

77

For not the lowest Ragge of Humane race,
(If Humane Natures haue disparitye)
But in a change will seeke to mend his place,
In Ease, Esteeme, in Fortune, or Degree;
The meanest Peasant, throw the Hedges downe,
Of Knighthood, to his office, from his owne,

78

And this was Common Right wch now they sought;
The Trimmest fellowes of this Regiment
Envie'd the Gentry; and the meaner thought
Themselves fitt Yeomen; for 'tis Incident,
Place Man on any Step of Life's Affaire,
Hee as an ayme still to a higher staire.

79

The King was hemm'd wth this vnsteddy rout,
And would haue calm'd their fury; but to grant
Is to deny, when euery one shall put
His Sence for Reason; there must be a want
When All askes all things; Popularitie
Is still so monstrous in its Libertie.

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80

Now Walworth came, (who feard the King too much
Might trust the Villains) with a Noble band;
First Tyler's head cut off, Hee made them pitch
Vpon a pole; Such grininge Trophies stand
Worthy his Loyalltie who gaue a claime
Of Knighthood to his Office, from his Name.

81

Who knowes the many Terrors that Assaile
A Loyall Soule, in absence of his Prince?
Hurried away by Rebells, noe availe
To their Reproaches, but his Innocence;
Lost to himselfe; yet hauing more to seeke,
Hee found the Royall Eagle by the Checke.

82

Soe fly a shoale of giddie Dawes along,
And chatter out their Spleene, when Iove's great Bird
Quits her Sun-Gazeing, to the Region
Of their lanke winges. Maiestie should be Sphear'd
Beyond the Common Eye; for Kings haue beene
Thought Godds rather then Men, till they were seene.

83

For things devine or neare Diuinitie
Have still a Curtaine; if they keepe their weight.
Somewhat remaines; for if you satisfie
Reason, that Reason runs from her owne height;
And rather then not worke will some what finde
On follye's Dung-hill, to perplex the minde.

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84

Soe were the Misteries vnder the Law;
And soe Religion where it shineth most,
Keeps something from the Knowledge to the Awe
Of People; who in knowinge it were lost.
For Cock-braine once vpon a Pinacle
Gott vp to see, but ere he saw, Hee fell.

85

Though true it be, the mind soe Coward is
Whelméd in Ignorance, it will adore
An Onion, with the same formalities,
And tremble to its impotentiall Power.
Such was Egiptian folly; and wee, once,
Brittains, gave worship to Horse-heads & stones.

86

Such folly dwells in Men, as or to haue
Or be without is equally oppressinge;
Religion awes some spiritts as a slave,
Some breake the Pale, and Newer rites are dressinge,
To cloath the Image wch themselves haue rear'd;
And of their owne Invention stand afear'd.

87

For still the Mind retains some sparke from whence
It borrowed first, and would acknowledge it;
But trusting to her faculties, & Sense,
The ill-made vmpire to vnruly Witt;
Shee gives the Clue: & if it can but ravel
To the Thred's End, wee seeke noe farther travel.

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88

Man cannot be without some Dietie,
Either acknowledg'd or a selfe-rais'd Shrine;
Not euen those who bellow forth Impietie
'Gainst All wch may accounted be Devine;
For if wee vnderstand Opinion,
Who disclaime All, by makeing none, haue One.

89

Yet wiser Speculation can descry
Divinity wch none hath vnderstood.
That Altar was not blaméd when on high
They had Inscrib'd it, To the vnknowne God;
But euen from thence, Th' Apostle tooke his rise
And taught that God,—God in his Misteries.

90

Pardon if I haue err'd, for zeale may erre;
My Barke another Voyage must intend;
Richard is but my fraught; & I must steere
By the vncertaine Card, wch did attend
His fortunes; if I not safe harbour find,
Then I am sure wee sayl'd both wth one wind.

91

The glitt'ring Band wch from the Citty came
In rescue of the King, such Terror strucke
In their approach, the Factions disclaime
Their Armes & Askings; like a long-bay'd Bucke,
When the fresh Kennel, wth full mouths, are neare,
Breaks from his strength, & flyes away for feare;

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Soe these dull Peasants; Hee who but now stood
Sceptred with his Browne-Bill, an equall Prince,
And durst say anything himselfe thought good,
Hee & the King! & Hee, the King's defence;
Surpriz'd betwixt two Passions, Rage & Feare,
Threw downe his Armes, & run, Hee knew not where.

93

Some run away, & some are lower fixt,
Trembling vpon their knees, wth hands vprear'd;
Some wiser would haue fallen off & mixt
With the new Commers, when the Cry was heard,
Of ‘'Long live Richard’! euery Rebel Slave
Could Eccho, 'gainst his heart, his Head to saue.

94

'Twas vrg'd to hunt the vermine from their holds,
Their feare had light in; & a Slaughter make,
Not of the guilty, but the yeilding Soules;
Though all were guiltie, yet in Guilt wee take
Proportion, & Death or Punishment
Award, as may concerne the Instrument.

95

Some of the Chiefe now suffred; but the Rest,
With faire dismission, went to their owne homes,
Perhaps Advis'd; noe sooener was this Nest
Disperst, but a new Packe broke from their Loomes,
With Colour to Reforme; as though the state
Might weare noe Cloath but Dyed in Litstar's fatt.

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96

This Rascall, (who had now forgott his Trade,
Or meant to make his Course-spun beare a Graine
Fitt for a finer Thred,) beares vp his Head;
King of the Commons, cryed vp by his Traine;
Soe in Flocke Hangings, wth an Azure Nose,
Are Kings sett forth; Hee look'd like one of Those.

97

What Insolence durst not Act, these villaines did,
Vnder the same pretence of Equall Right;
Vn-heard of Murders, Tyrrannies vnread,
Nobility enslau'd, & all the Spight
Soe loud a Crue of villaines, sett vpon
Designes of mischeife could doe, now was done.

98

This fire in Norfolke, wafted as it flew,
And swept the Countrey as a running flame;
Till the Grave Bishop: Former Ages knew
Some who became the Office, in that Name;
And Newer Lights, old Rites may vilepend;
But Wee must All be fixt or Independ.

99

Our owne Historians worthily applaud
This Bishop Spencer, & this Act became
Him properly; a Preist fomented had
The Insurrection & rais'd the flame;
Fitt for the Aspergillum of this Preist,
Scatteringe these feinds, like a good Exorcist.

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100

Soe stands the Common Iugler, & can play
His prize to Astonish euery weaker Eye;
But let a better come, Hee run's away,
And has noe Feate. Some inequalitie
Falls to all sort of People, & now (were it
Not spoke too wild) the greater carry 't.

101

'Twas well, when Holy Orders not alone
Put on the Preist; were His, but by that Power
Order conferr'd to others; some haue gone
About to deny both; & 'tis noe more
Then Wee see Acted; the next Age may see
Grammar made out, & Actives Passives bee.

102

Now had the Tide of Fortune cast this wracke
Vpon the Shore; Richard as Lord o' th' Soyle
Distributes; to some gives, from some takes backe,
What themselues promis'd, in their ill-made toyle,
Pardon & freedome; who pretend to more
Then Right, 'tis fitt Iustice knocke off the Score.

103

Soe was it here; these Petty toes of State,
Who would haue Trod a Galliard of Designe,
Ere they had learn'd their Measures to compleat,
Fell in a Iigge. For Peasants, though they ioyne
Endeavour to their Cunning, can advance
At best, noe higher, then a Countrey Dance.

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104

And now wee leave 'em in their Destinie:
May still such Fate attend such vndertakeings.
If small ones haue their Great, (as all things be
Proportionate vnto their seuerall makeings,)
The Great ones, of these small ones, hangéd are,
The Rest were halter'd, Pardon'd; & 'twas faire.

105

Goe home, dull swaines, & let your Neighbours know
How you haue sped; keepe in your Loyall fires:
Warme sitts the Loyall Soul, though he sitt low;
Danger attends the Pineon which aspires
Beyond its proper Region; Wrens can flirt
But try a further flight, they fall to Dirt.

106

All Bodies, Politick & Naturall,
Stand of mixt humors, & they must haue vent;
Clownes are the Phlegme of Cōmonwealths, & fall
Properly purgéd, by the Excrement;
Sanguine may need Phlebotomy; but dull
Hydropticke Bodies are best purg'd by Stoole.

107

Whether these Actions were promou'd & wrought
By better Heads, whose hands were yet vnseen,
Some make a doubt. The Iaccal runs about
To find his Master Prey; though neuer seene,
Hee hunts the Lion, for the Lion's board:
Men-Lions, but such Prodigies afford.

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108

The King, who saw noe further then the Face
Of things, did apprehend noe danger more;
Swallowed in Ryott, doth his minions grace
With Titles, not in England knowne before;
And 'tis an observation, that some fate
Of great disaster still attends such state.

109

Poole, from a Merchant, now made Suffolke's Earle,
And Chancellor, but that perhaps not new;
The Noble Vere springs at a double whirle,
Marquesse & Duke; at this his vnckles grew
Impatient; but Gant let Glocester's pott
Boyle only over, though His were as Hott.

110

Glocester resents it highly; whilst, aloofe,
Gant egg's his Discontent, & seems concern'd
Equally in the preiudice; but of
A more concealed Temper, Hee had learn'd
To vaile his greife vnder an even Brow,
And carry'd it that the King did not know.

111

Glocester, (whose fire, put in the weaker Shell,
Must haue a vent, or breake the vessell quite,)
Talkes big: & high disparagements doth tell
Were done to him, in the King's oversight;
For never yet a King soe even stood,
Could satisfy all Humors of the Blood.

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Whilst Merchants & Court-Sycophants could gaine
Their owne Ambitions, Royall donatives;
His Equall Blood, drawne from Great Edward's veine,
May freeze, neglected in all Relatives;
The King forgetts himselfe in his Allyes,
And wee sitt scorn'd whilst meaner persons rise.

113

These and such Passions oft from Glocester broke:
A Noble Nature scarce soe well contains
As may find warrant in the statist's booke;
The Duke, perhaps, was Loyall, & disdains
To weare another Face; though some were knowne
Seem'd less aggreiv'd & made it more their owne.

114

All are not open in their discontents,
But subtle Natures fall to cast about,
And can run close vpon the hottest sent,
To seize the Careless Heart, before he know 't;
They knew Hee Bay'd to their Destruction,
They durst not Barke, but yet they meant him one.

115

For now the Duke of Ireland & la Poole,
With others of the Packe, perceiuéd how
Glocester disturb'd himselfe, to ouer-rule
Their Interests & Ends; which least it grow
Too popular, their Instruments must cross,
With any hazard, to such certaine loss.

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116

The Plott was,—Glocester, bid to Supper, must
Be murderd at a Feast; himselfe seru'd in
The better Dish, a Haut goust to the Tast
Of such strange Pallatts; but the bad designe
Discouer'd was, by some who were more wary,
And thought the Price aboue the Ordinary.

117

The Mayor suggests the danger; whether 't were
But a suggestion many make a doubt.
Soe, in less Light, the bigger formes appear;
Sometimes he gives the Spectacles who brought
The Letter; & noe Character soe small,
But through that Glass appeares a Capitall.

118

Brambre, his fellow Citizen, (who was
Of the Court-faction & had formerly
Got the reward of Loyaltie) might raise
Some Dust to Exton of this Iealousie;
For where wee cannot keep an Equall pace
To get the End, assoone wee seeke by-wayes.

119

This aggravates the ill opinion
The world had taken of la Poole & Vere.
How easie thing it is to ouer-run
The Fame of Minions! he cannot Erre,
(It has beene held a Maxime, euer since,)
Doth taxe the Men most fauor'd by the Prince.

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120

To make this Act more horrid, & the King,
Perhaps, more hated, not his Ministers
Were only slanderd; Hee proiects the Thing,
At least Consents vnto this Act of Theirs;
'Twas Rumor'd soe; for where Privadoes act,
The King is taken Cheife in the compact.

121

Dureing these Contestations, Lancaster,
More fam'd by Name of Gant, was gone to claime
An Interest to his double Titles; where
His Actions done relate not to our frame
Of Story. Wee but Accidents display,
As may be vsefull to vs, in our way.

122

Perhaps 'twas not amiss, & though the King
Were thought noe Prudent Manager of state,
There might be Policie in this; Gant's wing
Wanted not many feathers, in his fate,
To perch His Cædar; Richard imps him out,
Till from his Ayerie, one full summ'd shall doe't.

123

'Twas somewhat of Prevention, & delay
Pleases weake spiritts; but Another Crowne
Which Richard gave him, to the loud Assay
Of Leon & Castile, nought els had done.
To greate Expectances, faire baits propose;
Soe Atalanta did in Rūning lose.

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124

But now a storme appears; the French led on
By hopes in our Distractions, to repaire
The many Losses they had vndergone
By English Armes; for England fitted are
As though the Glorious flowers wch best attone
Within a Chaplett, could not in a Crowne.

125

Young Charles of France; (full of the blood of France)
Whose Well stor'd Treasurie gave Warrantie
To All Designes; Great forces did advance,
And Great things meant; the Rendezvous must be
At Sluce; twelue hundred vessells fitted were,
These prepossesséd Conquerors to beare.

126

Richard, (who (in his nearest) had noe blood
Of France, infected with the Native Ayre)
Rants in another Levie; & now stood
(The sea betwixt) these Armies Equall faire;
But these for Scotland were; where the French had
Another Power, which some excursions made.

127

The French & Scotts, (who ever were but one
'Gainst England,) are repulst; some entry made
Vpon the country; & their Fairest Towne
With other places fir'd; This, when I read,
I blame not if a Cole throwne thence of late,
Burne England vp: They but Retaliate.

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128

Iohn de Vienna, Admirall of France,
Was to this Action a cheif instigator;
But acted little, for the Puissance
And number of the English (the Relator)
Hee durst not cope; to say the French not dare
Is an affront; he did not theirs Repaire.

129

The greater Power (intended to invade
England) lay yet at Sluce, All fitt & Prest;
Charles, in his Thoughts, had Conquered, but stay'd
By Berry's absence, who of All the Rest
Was still averse vnto this vndertakeing:
Some like noe motions but of their owne makeing.

130

Berry was vnckle to the King; a Man
Of good advice, & thought it was noe more
Then Rashnes in his Nephew; Hee, againe,
(For younger Heads their owne conceipts adore)
Thought it an Act t' Equilibriate his Fame
To all the Glories of his Crowne & Name.

131

Here see the Change which one succession
Had wrought in both these Kingdomes; Charles the last,
Father vnto this Charles, was look'd vpon
A Prince soe prudent, that the world was cast
In to his Title; & hee doth not rise
Soe Glorious, King of France, as of the Wise.

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132

What this King was, let their Historians say;
Ours tell of ours; but what his Father was,
France is a speaking witnes to this Day.
But 'tis noe Observation, from this place,
To find Disparitie, 'twixt son & sire:
If wee looke better, wee may see it nigher.

133

This Cloud of France, now blowne another way;
And Richard quiet, though not well content,
Resolves to haue the Duke of Ireland stay
Against the late Decree of Parliament;
These haue beene ever curbe-Kings, & may be
At last, Confusion vnto Monarchie.

134

Yet couertly Hee seemes to goe along
Part of the way, & not to other End;
Wheeles about, & seated in a Throng
Of Lawyers, 'twas Resolu'd he might defend
By Law, his Actions; for though Law were much,
'Twas but the King's Assent that made it such.

135

Such Mercenary Mouthes, in euery Age,
Gape for preferment; and to Either End,
As their owne Interest makes them engage,
They will Assert; the Hassle soe will bend
(A Rhadomoncie, was observ'd of old)
Stretch'd on the Earth, vnto a Mine of Gold.

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136

What had beene done by the Imperious Lords
Was Treason, they declare; but they can say
Anything to the price they sett their words;
For not the Barre, but Bench, may be in pay,
That not alone false Pleadings may proceed:
You cannot Plead what shall not be Decreed.

137

Though here I tax 'em not; had they stood vp
Against the giddy faction, ere the King
(Vnkingly Act) did to his vassalls yeild
In a consent; but then (forsooth) they bring
Demurrs & whispers, & the Law's noe more
Then they are Warranted by any Power.

138

If it were Lawfull to recall what past
In the Late Parliament, & what was done
There were illegall; why but now, at last,
Is it declar'd? Ill fitts the Quiofe that Gowne,
Who dare not clearly give the Lawe's intent;
To claw a King, or please a Parliament.

139

But 'twas determin'd here, the seuerall Acts
Late past Illegall were; and Articles
Drawne vp of Treason; for 'tis Power Enacts,
While Iustice sleeps; Antiquity did please
To draw her hood-wink't; wee haue torne the vaile
And she but winkes, or sees to her availe.

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Glocester, who heard of this, & well had thought,
Ere this the Kingdome had beene in his Power;
For Vere & Poole remou'd, Hee valew'd nought
To guide the King. 'Tis euer somewhat more
Then Honestie wee steere by; Not the North
Alone directs the Needle, but the Earth.

141

Hee to his complices the danger told:
Arundel, Warwicke, Derby, Nottingham;
Men form'd for Honors, if they had not sold
Theyr Loyalties, vnder another Name.
How many waies lead on Rebellion!
Cowardice, Courage, Law, Opinion.

142

Nobility was then a name wch bore
Weight to its valew; All was currant Gold,
Though not one Coyne. The soveraigne was more
By many Graines. The Mettle doth not hold
Now, nor the Mintage; for the Lords are Shipt,
Patted with shears, & into Farthings clipt.

143

Had then, for Name sake, Nottingham, (the least
And lowest of the five,) had other Aimes
Then of Advancement, honour wch possest
Them to live worthy: of their Blood & Names
Some what were said; & some what's vnderstood,
When Attempts Gallant are, although not good.

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But sneaking smells of Peasant, though they weare
Blue Ribbands or a star-adornéd Cloake,
Ensignes of Honour; if they quit their Sphere
How are they Noble? Let these Nick-nam'd looke
How farre they tread from Honour, & disgrace
The printed footsteps of their Father's Race.

145

If Nature doe not, Reason bids there bee
(Nature's first principle) a difference;
All Base or Treeble make noe Harmonie;
But the true Diapazon strikes the sence;
Soe in the Instrument of State; for All
Conditions are made thus vnivocall.

146

Whilst the King (to Assert what Hee had done)
Was raiseing force, the Lords not idle were,
But raise their Clients, who still run vpon
Change in the State; for somewhat must appear
In euery Government worth Alteration,
Where Men are Discontented in their Station.

147

But Overtures were made; the Lords, vpon
Promise of safetie, will Discusse their Cause
In open Court; 'twas the Protection
Of the King's Person & the Kingdome's Lawes,
To pluck vp Weeds and Canckers might devour
These glorious Fruits, by an Abuséd Power.

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The van, thus boldly marching, brought the Rere
Safe into distance; ther's a discipline
To order Words, as Men; & they were here
Couch'd to Advantage; there lay the Designe;
For Kings & Lawes write faire in all these Pothers,
But they'de haue beene what they Condemn'd in others.

149

They Name the Traitors, as themselues were pleas'd
To call 'em, though perhaps themselues were more;
And gage to proue it, but the stirr's appeas'd;
A promis'd Parliamant can plaster ore
This Gash; & then the Colledge met to vse
Medicine for the sicke-state, as they would Chuse.

150

And, like a King, Hee now reproov's the fault
And folly of their Actings; told them Hee
Could right himselfe by Armes, but rather sought
To make them Loyall by Impunitye;
But like ill-weedes, if any Root remaine,
At the next shewer, Treason will spring againe.

151

The Time grew nere of promiséd redresse,
A Parliament; the Lords assembled were;
The King holds off, but by a bold Expresse
They summon him Imediately to appeare,
Or at his perill; as though Perill lay
Against that Power who gave them Power that Day.

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They threaten Him (and 'twas but as they mean't
And after soe succeeded) they would chuse
Another, fitter for the Government;
The Power of makeing Kings was in that House.
Thus Mariana here & Calvin iumpe;
A Monstrous Bull, wth hornes vpon his rumpe.

153

The King attends their Summons; (that I say
The King attends, though it improper sound,
Was but the sence it carried that Day:
When Scepters totter once, they fall to ground,)
And now what Malice, Insolence, & Pride
Dare aske, they Doe, & must not be Deny'de.

154

For 'twas not passinge Bills of Generall good,
Nor lookinge on Publick Cōmoditie,
But euerie one his owne End vnderstood
To be the busines; and All agree
Each to bring in a Character, might fitt
The purpose of their new-made Alphabet.

155

All neare the King, in fauour or in Place,
Remouéd are, & to their votes must fall;
Some banishment, some Death, & some Disgrace,
Fall vnder; euery one his seuerall
Mulct, as it touch't their Interests or Spleene,
And stood before their Ends, or fell betweene.

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156

And that they might Assume but what they tooke,
Sole Power of Iudgment; by a bold Arrest,
The Iudges from their Benches downe they plucke,
And sent them to the Tower. It may be guest
What followes; They're secur'd; Securitie,
Parliament-sence, we know what it may be.

157

The King (incenséd with these high Affronts)
Thinkes to repaire himselfe, when it may fall;
And take a fitter Day to pass Accounts,
By a faire Audit; for the King did Call,
And then Dissolve these meetings, & Hee mean't
To quit all scores, after the Parliament.

158

And now Hee slips the yoke, to take vpon
Himselfe the Libertie his Birthright gave,
And now his Age might warrant; the Cheife stone
Hee from its Corner, in this Pile did heave;
And lay'd Another, fitter for the Place;
At least to please him, who Surveiour was.

159

From Arundel of Yorke, Hee takes the Seale,
And leaves the Councel-board; but soone return'd,
And gives it Winchester; an Act which well
Became a King; for Power the Throne adorn'd,
And 'tis but fitt the Chancellour should be
The King's sole Creature; for in Writts, Hee's Hee.

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Gloucester & Warwicke from the Councell-board
He quitts, & makes his Officers his owne;
They had their Time of Rule, & now the Cord
Brings vp the Buckett, which before was downe.
For in a Kingdome tottering 'twixt two powers,
Things must be done to stand but Dayes or Houres.

161

By this time, Iohn of Gant, (whose Action lay
Remote to what was done vpon this Stage,)
Returnes; & mediates to the King some way
Of iuncture in the State; & did, by Sage
Advices, qualifie the Sparkes, which rise
From either's Fire, to other's preiudice.

162

What yet his Aymes might be, to ripen out
His owne designes, though 't inapparent be,
The Sequell, in his Son's Attempt, doth put
Matter enough of Probabilitie.
Thus cheaper, (for Hee kept Minion)
Hee made the purchase in Reversion.

163

Good Husbands practise it in smaller things;
But Hee, who knew the valew of his blood,
Chaffers to his Ambition; Something Springs
From euery Act, to make it vnderstood.
Hee drove the bargaine on, in his Advice:
Vnder that fairest flower the serpent Lyes.

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What Hee might varnish needs noe colouring,
From his next Brother, Yorke, who squaréd All
His carriage vnto Honour; in this thing
Hee need not sooth the King, nor closely fall
In with the Iunto; but did fairely quit
Himselfe to both, with Honestie & Witt.

165

Hee thought the King did Erre; 'tis possible
That Kings may Erre. Hee told the King his thoughts,
Yet without inclination; to Rebell,
Hee thought the highest Crime; & those who sought
To right themselues by Armes, for any Cause,
Were Traitors t' what they vrg'd—the King & Lawes.

166

Thus euenly-lookeing to neither side,
Hee swam vpon the streame of this affaire,
Safe to the Winds, & warie to the Tide;
To gaine the Port of Honour. Hee who dare
Bee honest is with all Great Parts endow'd;
For in these Mortalls, One doth All include.

167

Here let vs looke vpon the Progenie
Of mightie Edward, in his seuerall sons;
These Three remaineing to our Historie,
How different their Inclinations;
That were not Nature a varietie,
'Twere strange, from One now to behold these Three.

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Gant, if Hee were, (as wee not question it)
That son of Edward; for I will not thinke
A Baker's Child soe glorious; but in Witt,
As Maro told Augustus, Kites will winke,
And cannot looke the Sun fixt in the face;
Hee, by his Acts, shewed what his Ayerie was.

169

Then be he Edward's Son; for soe wee take Him,
A Man whose Action makes Him worth the Blood;
Bold & Ambitious, if wee not mistake Him;
Yet Acting Close, where open danger stood;
Warie to Speake his thoughts, but yet thought much;
And Creepled, when hee needed not a Croutch.

170

Edmund of Yorke, as if now Nature mean't
Alloy vnto her Mintage, in this last,
Though Valiant, Calme, of a Iust Temperament;
Whose equall mixture neither trod the Hast
With Gloucester, nor would pace ye Round wh Gant;
But went his owne, & neuer knew Constraint.

171

Gloucester, the youngest, (of a Turbulent
Vnquiet soule, more then Ambitious,)
Would haue done something, but his actions went
Still the wrong way; soe euer factious
As doubtless (had he liv'd to it) he durst
Haue vext his Later Nephew, as his first.

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'Twas not his drift, Derbie's Ambition,
Nor what it was, I thinke wee hardly know;
But some haue stirring Soules, & must run on,
Noe matter whither, if they doe but goe;
Would haue things otherwise, & then, noe matter,
If they but Change, whether 't be worse or better.

173

Thus, in a troubled state, the vessell's tost
By seuerall Humors; though the surest prize
Fall to the hidden fire, some flames are lost
And only glow vpon an Enterprize;
But when the Fuell's fitted, what did lurke
In wary Embers, spreads to doe the worke.

174

Richard, (though not well seene in Politicks,)
Instructed by his Interest, (sometime
Occasion dictates) privately dislikes
His vncle's presence; Gant was too Sublime:
Perhaps infected with the ayre of Spaine,
And with the Titles subiect to remaine.

175

Therfore Hee is content, & well Hee might,
To free himselfe from Trouble of them both,
To make him Duke of Aquitane; the right
Was English then; & furnish't him, as loth
To faile in small Punctilios, or the more
Concerning Requisites, to get him ore.

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176

Soe glad wee are to free ourselues from doubt
That may oppress vs. From those Passions
Princes are not exempt; this province brought
Nothing of profit; ioynt Relations
Inclines vs Cheifly; all of vs is Double,
And single Titles find it in the trouble.

177

Yet this was fitt for Gant; Hee who had beene
With former Titles swolne, vnwillingly
Would loose that Bladder; something came betweene
To give abatement; but that Easily
Was to be made out; being seated once,
This Duke in England, might play Rex in France.

178

And let him act it there; Richard a while
Sleeps on the feathers which himselfe had drest,
And slips away his time; hee swumme in Oyle;
What bears noe other bodie, bears him best;
For Paradoxes fitt; as none can be
Greater then Sloth Supporting Soveraigntie.

179

The King, who many troubles yet had taught
Noe further Policie, then to remove
A present fear, for noe prevention sought,
To what might happen; 'twas enough he drove
The Bryar by, wth his hand; for ought of Ease
Though not of safetie doth weake spirits please.

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Some spirits can (surrounded with the Thornes
Of fortune) make a way, or mount her hedge,
T' enioy the Champaigne; whilst another mournes
In an enclosure, though a stile or bridge
Offer a passage; difficulties small
Affright the weake, Great Soules make none at all.

181

Let the Pale hand of feare for euer seize
The Leaden soules of Kings; if Princes fall,
They fall to ruine. Hee that seeks his Ease,
Looses his honour; 'tis a crowne worth all
The other Titles Princes can Inherit,
A Sober, Prudent, yet an Active Spirit.

182

But Titles only in succession fall,
And Scepters may hereditary be;
Their Vertue is their owne, not of Entaile;
That Question of the Soule, Ex traduce,
Granted, the Thesis neuer yet did rise
To make it out, in Equall faculties.

183

For had his mighty Sire, with vitall blood,
Bequeath'd the Edge of his all-peirceing Spirit,
What Glories had wee seene! my verse had trod
The Galaxie of fame, to Crowne his merit;
But Iuno's milk must wash his Father's feet,
Hee treads the Common Puddles of the street.

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Thus, in the Lime-twigs of a troubled state,
This Eagle flutters; & the Royall wing
Disabled, in this Dirt a way doth beat;
Soe caught, fowle vse all foure; his wants doe wring
Him not the least; Hee can but keepe the pace
Of Badgers now, who once a Lyon was.

185

Hee has one shorter side, & though a Prince
Haue waies to furnish his necessities,
And make Prœrogative defray expence
Vnto his pompe or Prodigalities;
Revenue run's faire, & continues still
The other Cart-Ritt holds but for a while.

186

Prest with his wants, he moves the Citty in
A petty loane; but they deny the summe;
A stranger offers it; the Cittye's Sin
Is not Ingratitude; if one Name from
Another may distinguish vice, in shapes,
This was but as a graine vnto her heapes.

187

Somewhat of tumult past; & the King's freind
Suffer'd, because he was soe; all the Tribes
Muster their Malice; 'twas a Sin to lend
The King; & if wee marke, this Act prescribes
Their Loyalltie to this day, who despise
The End & meanes by which they stand & rise.

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This strange affront, (for 'twas not taken as
A priuate Iniury vnto the Man)
Strikes at the King; & did he let it pass,
The next blow hitts him sure; where it is plaine
By any Act, what the intent may be,
In Iustice, men condemned are, or free.

189

What they now mean't was plaine; & that they might
But fittly suffer, as the Common Crime,
Hee tooke away from them their Common Right;
The many priviledges, which from Time
Charter'd, had beene the benefitt & boast
Of this besotted Citty, now were lost.

190

The Maior attach'd, & the whole Government
Dissolu'd, to fall vnder another forme;
New Coustomes rais'd, by an Establishment
Enforc'd vpon them, by a stronger Arme.
Thus Kings are euer-valew'd by their Power,
And they may take what they but gave before.

191

The King appeas'd; & some formalities
Pass from the Citty; if wee looke vpon
This King as pourtrayed in our Histories,
Wee find him of a Composition
Not Rigid, apt to heare, but easily
Supplanted, acting nothing certainly.

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Though it were true, as, by the sad event,
Wee Iudge noe less; yet wee may not conclude
Safely, from all the Circumstance wch went,
'Twas his meere weaknes made the Interlude.
For though our Glories may our own appeare,
Yet in our follies wee giue Fortune Share.

193

And let it here beare part, if Charitie
In Calmer Iudgments oft soe construe it,
To priuate faileings; let noe Maiestie
Bleed out in Error, from the benefitt
Of faire Construction; though our Actions frame
The Series, wee borrow but the Name.

194

For Fortune is but taken to prevent
Or to abate our Errours; & wee wheele
Cowards to Reason, when the Management
Of Actions wee to our selves conceale;
Soe wee vn-nack the Ballance, where the Spring
Beats truly, to enforce another Thing.

195

Let mee not be mistooke; Humanitie,
The Noblest peice in Nature wee must grant,
And gladly, 'tis our selves; & who can be
An Alien there? but rather Arrogant
Beyond the Title was at first intended;
For in progression, all claimes are extended.

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196

'Twas in the dullest times, when many Gods
Were not enough but each his fancy brought
A Dietie; when fortune, from the Clouds,
Was hal'd, after the rest; for it was taught
And soe receiued a Maxime, who could Steere,
Himselfe by Prudence, need nor hope nor feare.

197

But the vnwary steps of some rash Man
Trod in blind paths; & by selfe-negligence
Fell ruin'd; Fooles, who saw it, brought in then
Fortune, to excuse the Error; euer since,
Fooles followed her; because they found her first,
And 'tis but only Fooles are Fortune-Curst.

198

The Ragge of Heathen Roome wee yet retaine,
And 'tis to serve our Turnes, a faire excuse;
Our Acts are not our owne; but by a Chaine
Of causes, fore-decreed, doe vsher vs;
Vertue and fortune carry but one Name,
To make Her All: ev'n Folly doth the same.

199

Weake Princes still haue beene vnfortunate;
A wise one cannot, for Hee makes his owne,
And sitts beyond the Scourge they tremble at;
As were within the circle of his Crowne,
Her fetter'd wheele; & soe it is indeed,
When wee behold it set on such a Head.

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And that wee may put All vpon her score,
From Nature's Tally; Loe, the beautious Queene
Now dyes; & Rage-full Richard, (to be more
Behind wth the Blind Goddes,) raseth Sheene,
The Mannor where she Died; & that faire court
Fell to her Funeralls, a heape of Dirt.

201

Soe Time and Place to our Corruptions
Are Accessaries made; wee bring the Cause
And matter of our owne Destructions,
And will not know it; intervenients pass
For Actors here; and wee are pleaséd most
When to the Truth of Reason wee are lost.

202

Passion is euer wayward, & can steere
By noe one Line, but run's vnto the Rage
Of Humors, inly heated; Richard here
Runs backward to the coustome of all Age,
Who structurs rais'd; his was a Passion
To the same End, though in another fashion.

203

That Artimesian Obeliske, which fame
Sings ev'n to wonder, was but the same thing,
Passion in Eyther; though some haue the same
Motives to Act, they cannot fitly bring
Their Great Intentions out; the teeming Earth
Soe labour'd once, to give a poore Mouse Birth.

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204

Rage promted Him. From Contraries oft rise
The same Effects. Fame is not Honor's Child;
Erostratus yet Lives; for Prodigies
Stand longest; & wee know not who did build
That Temple; Pietie securely sitts
From Fame; & 'tis but wonder fires our witts.

205

And that I may not loose a word I Speake,
I am enflam'd; & Hawkwood's noble Name
Doth, like the starre in Cassiopea, breake
To my amazement; & shall stand with Fame
The brightest Fire in all her Constellation;
While Honour moves a wing vpon this Nation.

206

'Tis noe diversion, while I celebrate
Vertue in any Name; for euery Name
Lives in that Light, & if the Thusian State
Acknowledge it, in statues, who can blame
Our single Zeale (who cannot Statues reare
But only words) to pay the stanzas here.

207

For Acts, committed vnto Memorie,
Live to en-Noble Names beyond their Fate;
Statues speake something, but 'tis Historie
Informes the vnderstanding, who, or what,
The Marble means; statue's a knotty peice
Of sence, whose Comment makes it what it is.

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208

The King (to quell the Irish who had beene
Stirring beyond their Limits in his Pale,)
Goes over; 'tis an exigent, and seene
By the events, vnprosperous to all
Princes; & must to this Dilemma fall,—
But to recouer that, Hee hazards All.

209

For in a busie Age, where euery breath
Calentur's into faction, and pretence
Wants nought of Iustice to the Cōmon faith,
Danger attends all Motion in the Prince;
Soe when the Lyon left the Forrest, Bears
Got Soveraigntye; what was His, now is Theirs.

210

The Parliament, in absence of the King,
(Yorke then was left Leuitennant in his stead,)
Contest high with the Clergie; that's the Thing
Stands but a Rubbe, betwixt the Royall Head;
Lollards in euery Age (for only Name
Distinguisheth,) in Action are the same.

211

Some of the Prelates personally Addresse
Their fears vnto the King; Hee, more concern'd,
Returnes t' allay the flame; which did encrease
And spread wth in his Court; if wisely warn'd
By others' mischeifes, men are taught; what fooles
Were they who stand examples in these Rules.

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212

Our late Historians, (to extenuate
The greater Breach made since,) would seeme t' excuse
Their Actings; 'twas but zeale, to regulate
The bladder'd Clergie; 'tis the same to vs;
Once loose the figure which you meant, at first
'T may be an Ape, or Owle, & Best, the Worst.

213

The Duke of Aquitaine, (for soe he stood
By the King's grant,) the King, their Countryman,
The Gascoignes did obey; 'tis vnderstood,
Instinctive, All men would haue Natives raigne;
And these bred-Mountaineirs could ill afford
Their vintage brought in by a Belgick Sword.

214

What his endeauor was wee need not doubt:
Hee cast about all waies to bring 'em in,
And, might, in Time, haue gotten what he sought,
Had not the King, vpon a fresh Designe,
Now call'd Him home; as though inward he could
Not Match Himselfe but as his vnckle would.

215

Lancaster now return'd, (for he had left
His forraigne Title, & became his owne,)
Marries his Widdow-Mistress; 'tis a shift
Which some allow a Reparation;
Soe to abate one Proverbe, though its sence
Carry a force beyond the first pretence.

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216

The Lady Swinford, (who noe stranger was
Vnto his Bed or Board, for shee had borne
Him many Children,) comes into the place
With honour now, where she had crept with scorne;
Such Blanket-Love: for only Marriage yet
Carries the cleanly lover of a sheet.

217

And to repaire Himselfe in his owne blood,
And his owne blood, wch suff'red by his fault;
By the next Parliament, that Issue stood
Vntainted, & were made Legitimate;
Knowne by the name of Beaufort; 'twas indeed
Worthy his Care soe to Improve his Seed.

218

Wee will not reconcile our Annallists,
Who differ in their Number, Three or Fower;
Noe matter; the Historian insists,
Perhaps where one's as vsefull as a score;
And where in Circumstances they devide
The storie; Hee that wanders chuse his guide.

219

And now the King Spreads a full Sayle: the wind
Sate faire to make a voyage of good Speed;
But his owne Top-saile left the fleet behind,
And cross'd the Channell through, ere they had weigh'd
Anchor, or made a-Board; soe strong doth move
Fancie, provok'd by Glory, or by Love.

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Hee, full in both; for it was like Himselfe
To meet, on equall terms, his Brother King;
These enterveiwes are Glories, & haue els
Little conduceing to the aym'd-at Thing.
Such Royall Pageants, if the world appear
One varied act, the Noblest Scene lyes here.

221

But here's the Riddle; vnless Maiestie
May in its owne Ænigma carry more
To call that Love, where such Disparitie
Came in; A Child; Hee issueless before,
And hopeless now (vnless he kept the thred
Of fate himselfe) for any to succeed.

222

But wee must call it Love, what euer carries
The face of such a Ioyning; what may move
From other Wheeles, perhaps from contraryes,
Make but one Armillarie Sphære in Love.
Then be it soe; The little Boy was bold,
To strike a King, from Eyes, not eight years old.

223

But Princes are vnhappie, & their loves
Not euer Noble, that is, to their Choice;
Yet Richard seem'd to Love; soe Passion moves
That nought of Inequalitie can rise;
And 'twas but Prudence, if he did comply
In his desires, vnto the Policie.

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224

This Match was Politicke, at lest, soe farre
As to the present purpose; Princes move
Beyond their Passions; it is Peace, or Warre;
The Nation is involued. Single Love
Needs but a single Eye, to Iudge & Chuse;
But State-Conveniency must Glasses vse.

225

This double Marriage; for the Contract past
Double, & the two Nations were Affyed
By the same Act; but leagues are neuer fast
Longer then there is cause they should be tyed;
Like a sad Couple, by their Parents forc'd,
They'le catch Occasions to be Divorc'd.

226

Shee's gone to Schoole; her Cross-row & Crow feet
Hinder the Huswiferye of her Clay-pies;
Foure letters and five stiches may compleat
A Weekes-worke, & soe done. A Princess plyes,
Now to her Babies, and a little while
Teaches, to weare her hand, to frowne & smile.

227

This Little Lady, who could only yet
Hold vp the heele & symper; Pretty Thing!
Wife in Expectancy. Soe Mahomet
Might frame his Paradice to fitt this King.
For other Men these Itches soone abate;
But many years would not Allay his heate.

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228

Thus Richard's Royall consort (for wee can
Not call her less, being a Prince, his Spouse,)
Begins to colour on a side; to span
Employments nearer Woeman. For her Browes
Contract a Royall anger, and disperse
(They might doe more) Ioy to the vniverse.

229

Enough of Her; let Richard fancy out
The Rest, till shee be fitt to meet his fire;
'Tis a strange pleasure, some haue gone about,
Still to protract what they would most desire.
Such Hereticks there be, who will contend
The Obiect satisfies more then the End.

230

Richard is more then happie; with the Sun
Now in his Apogæum he doth ride,
And in the Pole of his owne Horizon
Survayes Himselfe, & 'bove himselfe his Bride.
Naturall motions haue noe standing there;
Hee whirls an Epicycle, who mou'd a Sphære.

231

Rash Phaeton fires the world. The Tropicks fixt
Of Maiestie, Mercie & Iustice are.
All Sphæres haue proper motions; but the mixt
Motion of All doth perfect euery sphære,
And that th' Hypothesis; its forme may carry
Noe zone; nor Colure is vnnecessary.

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Kings, like the Sun, move, Lights vnto the Rest.
The Earth is fixt; that is, the People are
Dull clods, & only by his Rayes refresh't;
Whose motion glads it round. But (ah) I feare
Wee Erre; & as some later Artists will,
'Tis the Earth moves, & the Sun (Kings) stand still.

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These propositions, which are Equallie
Made out by Demonstration, eyther way
Vnto our Purpose, here may satisfye.
Weake Kings are standing suns, & haue noe Raye,
But as the moueing Earth, the Commons, get
Vigour from the first Centre of his heate.

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But now the Machine moves on euery wheele,
And Petty-Sphærs contribute to the whole.
Richard is now in Orbe; or, if you will,
In his Meridian Glorie. Hee must roule
Hence on a broken Axis, & bring on
Vnnatural night; but at now-instant Noone.

235

Glocester (who still like Mercury, would be
Skipping in the Sun's Orbe) Doth blame that Light,
From whence he borrowed Fire. Glosester is Hee
Mark't out, a falling starre. Thus vnto Sight
Wee speake of Things; though Planets doe not slide,
That here they fall, it cannot be denyed.

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The Zodiacke of Honour whirles vpon
Th' Imaginarie Poles of Right & Power;
Whose slippery Pinns haue a wild Motion.
Soe did the two, in Nature move, before
Atlas came in; for Prudence guides each Sphære;
Supports the highest Orbe, & moves this here.

237

Glocester vrg'd many things of preiudice,
(With sharpe reproofes, he blam'd the peace with France,
Soe had hee done, had they kept Enimies,)
That Distance some are priviledg'd, & Dance
To their owne Passions. Soe the Satyre leapt
To his owne Pipe; when Phœbus play'd hee slept.

238

Richard had Brest, from Brittain's Duke in Pawne
For certaine summes, wch the Duke now repay'd;
The King performes, vnto the Caution
Provided; Glocester stormes; & wildly said
The King was free to give a Towne! 'twas more
Then all his Conquests had beene thertofore;

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Taxing in this, his Courage; & 'tis true
The fire of the last Age was burn't quite out;
Glocester, a Cinder, would old Heats renew;
'Twas but his owne; for Ashes flew about
The vndrest Hearth, & the ill house-wife'd roome
Lay all on heaps, expecting none to come.

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Though, the returne of This were, in the King,
A Soveraigne Iustice; Acts of Equitye
Haue an Inherent Lustre, but they bring
A brighter flame, foyléd by Maiestie.
For though the Diamond haue his Light his owne,
The Better-setting adds much to the stone.

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This Iewell, pollishéd by other hands,
Glosester doth vnder-valew; 'twas a faint
And Languid Act; at least he vnderstands
It the wrong way; & This (although hee meant
Rather to breath his rancour then reproove
One single Action) made the Engine move.

242

The King, (to be thus pest'red with the strange
Impertinencyes of an vncle's Tongue)
Collects Himselfe: & Passions wch did range,
Hee knitts in Anger; Anger, which among
The Passions soe prædominates, wee call
It hardly by one Name, Involving All.

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Thus over-charg'd, & yet vnwilling to
Vnlade Himselfe by the first Match that came;
Hee kept it as a Cartrage, readie tho',
The Cocke prepar'd, & shoulder'd to the Ayme,
But yet was out of Distance; Hee soe good
A Marke-Man was, he knew how neare he stood.

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Glocester, (who was aware his Nephew might
Be stirr'd beyond the temper of his blood)
Delves for himselfe, pretending publick right;
For publick Ayre makes private Actings good.
So words Delude the World, & what was made
For vnderstanding, falls in to perswade.

245

Th' Arch-Bishop, (for I would be loath to bring
Conspiracy without a Preist,) the face
Of Treason, wants but only colouring;
Divinity's a Pencill, which can raise
New Lines of feature, though the symmetrye
Of States were fixt as they in Bodies bee.

246

Hee, (for religion, in its Bel-weather,
Carryes the flock a-madding) tingles out
A Chime, to please the Lords, now met together;
And made one faggot, by a cunning Knot
Of many sticks; they never faile to twist
It sure, both Polititian and Preist.

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An Oath can bind; but, pardon mee, who haue
Forfeit the first, will scarce a second keepe;
Therfore I blame their Policie who weave
Such Common Netts; for beaten fowle will creepe
Vnder its sides, when Cover'd; & the bold
Breake through the Mash; such Threds can never hold.

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Arundel, Warwicke, Marshall, are Involu'd
By Sacramentall Oath of Secresie,
To Act with them; the Action resolu'd
That Case of Conscience whether Maiestie
Had Warrant, in itselfe; & were wee tyed
As they determined 't could not be denyed.

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What might be their Designe? But bad enough
Wee may Imagine. Secret workings haue
Secret Intentions. Truth, her face doth show.
Treason has many windings, & may heave
Like Moles the Earth; but deepe within's the Cell
Casting, they'r tooke, but neuer where they dwell.

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Glocester, Impatient to be confin'd
Within himselfe, as were his Cage too straite;
Like wilder Birds, soe pent, prolls, till he find
A hole, by Chance, or any wider Grate;
And there he breakes; the doore left ope, a weake
Assay gives freedome; where they may not breake.

251

Words, the vnruly wings of Passion
Tower, in strange Circuit, 'bove the middle Ayre.
The Duke was hurryed thus; his haut expresion
Wants not a feather, to convey him there;
Hee threat'ned lowd, and from his words wee may
Iudge what they mean't; soe broke Clouds let in Day.

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Hee'd take the King (an alien to the blood
Hee sate by soe, in Constitution,)
And mew him vp, or keep him in a Hood,
A Prison, a Cloyster; in Conclusion,
Was but his part; & 'twas a portion
Fitter (make Glocester Iudge) then was his Throne.

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Moubray, who had gone all the way along
Vpon these Washes, with the other Lords;
Now to goe further, thought a Quick-sand sprung
Might swallow him, & passing o're some fordes
In his way back, (Hee the way quickly found)
Stops on the banke, and shakes him on dry ground.

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Then, like a Man who had now scap't a wracke,
Hee to himselfe repeats the Danger past;
But, stay'd hee there, hee perishéd for Lacke
Of help; and former toyles are but releast
By rest and warmth; there to remember late
Dangers, wee please ourselues, and laugh at fate.

255

Hee to ye King discouers what he knew;
Hee knew the Secret of the whole designe.
Some thinke he told him more yn was, & threw
Dangers to fright at Randome, for the fine
Fallacy of a Double Traytor, Must
Augment the Treason, to Improve his Trust.

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And to secure himselfe in what he had done,
Least Glocester's Credit & Relations might
Effront his storye; for Opinion
Will not be baffled, where but Wrong or Right
Is vouch'd by single mouthes; soe oft wee see
Iustice, mistaken Popularitie.

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Hee (to prevent Occasion of Dispute)
Surpriseth Glocester; & to avoid what more
Might Issue to his preiudice, without
The reach of Heareing hee convey's him, ore
To Callice, Mowbrey's Government; for still
Revolters must be wicked, 'bove their will.

258

Others arrested are; and to Evince
It to the World; the world which will mistake
Such Actions, as Revenges, in a Prince;
That Name is still Obnoxious to the weake
And wild coniectures of vncertaine Heads,
Who knowes naught further then their Passion leads.

259

Glocester, wth the Cheife of his Complices,
Indited are of Treason; for the Packe
Was broken; some subborn'd, & some release
Their owne engagements to the former Act;
Then Ruine followes; for they neuer misse
Who are call'd to Councell from Conspiracyes.

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A Parliament is call'd, where the maine Act
Was to make Null what former Parliaments
In Power of Glocester's faction, did enact;
And make it Treason. These are Presidents
Whence wee may learne how councels are noe more
Iust, then inclin'd or warranted by Power.

261

What former laws had past in their behalfe,
(For the Law-Makers euer will secure
Themseves) are now repeal'd. Who can but laugh
In the sowre face of Policie, to view her
Through all her Changes? For ev'n Trifles passe
Like grave designes, wth the same serious face.

262

The Duke of Lancaster, High-Steward, Sate
In Iudgment with his Peers; where Arundel
(Lost to the Honour of his Blood, the State
Of his owne Honour,) as a Traytor fell,
To ignominious Sentence; but the King
Changéd the forme, satisfy'd wth the thing.

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Hee (if the words of dying men may passe
For Credit) dissavow'd the Charge throughout,
With Noble Courage. Such a fire still has
Its Influence. And many present thought
Th' Envy of others, noe Crime of his owne,
Fitted the Axe to his Destruction.

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Worthy the Honour of his Name & Blood,
Worthy Himselfe, (or might I adde more merit)
Worthy succession, if it might haue stood
In the same Name, the honour to inherit.
But Names are Nothing; vertue giues the boast,
Which to his blood & Title is not Lost.

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Warwicke confest the Act. If hee who Lookes
And covets, guilty bee, Intention
Is Treason Acted. Where the will provokes,
Man Actually performes; & though prevention
May happen, 'tis wth out vs; can Wee bee
Bound, in our causes, & the Effects free?

266

Hee weakly (that wee, modestly, noe more
May vrge Indignity on Noble Blood,)
With Tears, confest the Treason, which before,
With Glocester hee incurr'd. Some thinke hee stood
Dandled with hopes of Life, & like a Child,
But prattled, as his Maister frown'd or smil'd.

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But as the Noble Arundel has Sped,
Equally guilty, by Confession more:
One Spindle carries thus a double Thred,
One Shears must cutt them both. But see the Power
Of Princes! When the Wastfull Slut came in
To cutt the Thred, Hee made the Huswife Spin.

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The Sentence is reverst; & Warwicke, who
Had little Man about him, in his want
Pittied, perhaps by Maiestie, who now
Was a Man-Maker; put him in Restraint
Vnto that Ile. What petty things may carry
Their force! what great Things, seem but ordinary!

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Glocester, (who, like the Cuckoe in the Spring,
Carried the little Birds with him along,)
Must not Appeare; for publike tryalls bring
Danger, when not the Man, but faction
May be engag'd; & his Necessitye
Makes Common Actions stand for Policye.

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Hee, (who too open was, & hardly tooke
The Cover of discretion, to lye warme
In his designes; as if now Fate had tooke
The reine from Nature, though too late t' enforme,)
Was smother'd. Life & Death, although they are
In Centre one, Antipodes appeare.

271

This Fire, (which like its Elementall cause,
Inspir'd all lower Bodies,) in its Source
Being extinct, it followes, by the Lawes
Of Nature, deriv'd vigours loose their force.
For were the Sun burn't out, Astrologie
Might Riddle in a very Empty Skye.

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But this was Moone-shine; & the many Sparkes
Which glimmered were but Glow-Wormes in her Ray.
Soe their Green-tayles can only shine in Dark's.
Mutinie loves a Mist, but a Cleare Day
Glads a Quicke Sence; & Reason doth informe
With perfect Notions Faction in a storme.

273

This Orbe, which from another flame tooke light
Without Acknowledgment, now suffers to
The Irregularitie, or vntrod height;
Hee aym'd beyond his Sphœre. Now humbled low
Vpon the Ground, a Ielly, hee doth Lye,
Once thought a starre; soe starres deceiue the Eye.

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This, the Great Parliament; what former Acts
Had past, as preiudiciall to the King,
Are now repeal'd; & who, for seuerall facts,
Ere while had suffered, Burgeon with the Spring.
Soe Bloomes the Almond; but such early flowers
Spred with small Sun, as small a frost devours.

275

These, by a Publicke Act, stand vnattaint;
Their honours safe, Their Offices restor'd;
Soe powerfull is ye breath of Parliament.
Miracles are not ceas'd; 'tis an abhorr'd
Stupor doth Circumvolue vs, nere to Death;
To prove it, Wee need only sence, not faith.

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If, when wee see the Lame, the Blind, the Mute,
Restor'd to former Soundnes; if from Death,
For Death from seuerall Trees is but one fruite;
And Dead in Law wants an inspireing breath,
As well as dead in Nature. If all These
May be Convincive, Wee haue Miracles.

277

This Idol-shrine, (for yet Imposturisme
Wags with a wing) can boast of greater Things
Then many Temples famed; if a Schisme
May pass wth out reproach; as Hee who brings
The Shears may Cutt his owne Cloth as he list;
To Altar's profit makes the pious Preist.

278

But that the King might Act secure, and be
Illyable to other men's Account,
Bee it Enacted. Let Posteritye
Take notice, to their Shame, who now haue don't.
Who moves, but what the King doth first propose,
Shall suffer as a Traytor. Oh! the House!

279

The King (who creepled till he came before
This Shrine) walkes vpright now, & left within
His Crutches hung, a Testimoniall, more
T' emprove the Image, & adorne the Shrine;
Beggars, at Common Wells, may wash for health,
But Kings, i' th' fountaine of the Common Wealth.

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The King now spreads himselfe; &, as a source,
Issues in larger Streames, to take in more,
Hee fills the Cisterns nere him; till the force
Of many meeting, make but One all ore.
For honour is a flood, & who dare ride
Over a drownéd Marsh, without a Guide.

281

Nobilitie, Translated! 'tis the same
In any Language, which at first was mean't.
Hee ever renders best, who knew the frame
Originally; 'tis a different
Thing to translate from others; only from
The Author; Sence suits every Idiome.

282

The first in honour was the next in Blood
To Richard; Harrie Bullingbroke, now Duke
Of Hereford; something is vnderstood
In Titles, though not giv'n as they are tooke;
But where the words imply a difference
In honour, Active Natures find the sence.

283

As warrented by Patent, now he may
Be somewhat bolder; & the ill-taught Scribe
Flatter'd him in three letters; 'twas a way
To prompt a Duller Soule; for wee ascribe
Things proper; Monosyllables are knit
Something wth in a shell; noe ioynt in it.

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But Hee had many Rivalls; & hee thought
His Blood & Merit went beyond them All.
Mowbrey, made Equall Duke, (although he brought
But the King's fauor, for Originall,)
Must be remouéd; & that hee might not faile
Him, he Impeaches by a Solemne tale;

285

As, he had said, the King disvaluéd
The Peer'age of the Kingdome; that, hee was
Vnfit for Government; with a long thred
Of high reproaches, to the King's disgrace;
And come it to the worst (Hee knew the worst)
'Twas but the Thing hee ayméd at the first:

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Norfolke's remove. For eyther he must grant
Or els deny the Accusation.
The first hee could not thinke; 'twas but one Rent
To make him Cocke; for Mowbray's vindication,
Troubled him little. If the sword must try it,
Hee had an Equall sett, & choos'd to play it.

287

'Twas soe determined once; now when the two
Were sworne, & ready-mounted, fitt to run,
The King forbade it; other fortunes now
Are lay'd out to them All; but had Hee knowne
His owne included, Hee'de haue stopt that breath
Which rose the certaine Hick-hoe to his death.

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They must be banish't, & his better freind
Must suffer deeper. Him, noe Time brings home;
Hereford, ten years; but how shall he spend
Soe long a time in Exile? He must come
Within that Terme; for, granted as a boone,
Fower years were taken off; 'twas but All one.

289

A yeare before, vpon the very Day
This sentence past, Gloster was murd'red
By Mowbrey's Instruments. How strictly may
Wee force Accounts? Though Providence be sped
Aforehand, & the little sight of Men
Makes but the fitter Time of now & Then.

290

The King prepares for Ireland, whilst at home
Hee suff'red nearer; then, in his next heyre,
Hee lost Himselfe; nor need a Trouble, from
His Act in the Entayle to Mortimer,
Hinder Succession; Kings need neuer feare,
Though Issueless, to Dye wth out an heire.

291

If from Affinities in Royaltie
Wee may observe, The Laurels withered
Throughout the Kingdome, & as soudainly
(Such was the Change) were wth new verdure Spred.
But why the Laurel? Rather should the Broome,
If wee allude, & things must proper come.

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And to the honour of that Liueing Name;
For Names shall Live when Life & Blood decay:
If Empire carry Power, or Actions fame,
Be the Broome Glorious as the Roman Bay;
Plantagenet as Cæsar. Only Love
And Witt, ne're-Dying Laurel must approve.

293

Other Portents there were; Rivers devide
Their single Channels into seuerall Streams;
Batts flye in Mid-Day Sun, & Day defie'd;
The Sun was double, in his Orbe & Beames,
T' affright the world; & through the Euening Skye
(Terrible Lights) King-threat'ning Comets flye.

294

These are the Capitalls, which obvious are
In Nature's Alphabet; the dullest head
Can spell some meaning, [be it near or far:]
There is a Narrower Print, where wee may read;
Wonder enough, though Nature carry none;
For Wonder is but what wee haue not knowne.

295

Nature is one smooth Tract; a Regular
And faire progression of all causes mixt;
There are noe Blinds, nor Loop-holes in her Spheare;
Nothing comes odly in; but from a fixt
Determination, all things Rise or Fall;
And proper Motions, Prodigies wee call.

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That foole (who els the Great Philosopher)
Was angry that an Egg-shell might not hold
An Elephant. Who pittyes him, to heare
His ruine? or the Poet, who (too bold)
Would enter Ætna? They who did but slide
Atomes within her Glasse, the Glasse would guide.

297

Soe may the Narrow-should'red Pigmey heave
Mount Caucasus; soe may a Cent'red Rocke
Bee made a Tennis-ball; the Eternall wave
Run through a Quill; the Great Abisse wch broke
Vpon all formes, contract into a Thimble;
And Nature's selfe, the vniversall, Dwindle.

298

Something is still without vs; and wee yawne
But the same Ayre which wee expiréd erst;
The Clue of vnderstanding can be drawne
But from that Bottome, wch it had at first;
Like Silke-Wormes labouring in their huswifryes,
Run out that Seed, & then are Butterflyes.

299

These painted Wings wee value 'bove the warme
Spun Coats wee had at first; & rather Chuse
To flye, a Boy's Sport, then within the Arme
Of Mother Nature, & the Native Boughs
Of Mulberries, sitt Tennant; like the Race
Of Nomades, wee shift from place to place.

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300

But least my running Tent may Trench vpon
Another's feild, I fixe my Pole downe here,
In Richard's Soyle; hee readie now to run
And leave it Empty. Giddy Paces, ne're
Carry too light a sound; if Running doe,
Not my word but his Rashness made it soe.

301

But ere hee went, his vncle Lancaster
Dyes, & Hee makes Himselfe Executor;
('Twas but soe farre before hand) for the Heire
Must come to claime his Right; & wer't noe more,
Richard had beene a saver; but till Fate
Drive to that Point, wee not Anticipate.

302

Harry is yet an Exile, & the King
Seizeth what, by decease of his Great Sire,
Were Iustly His; & Little Time did bring
Him back a Denizon; but the King here
Changes the Coppie; Years for Life; how thwart
Must this Lease bee to Harry's Counter-part!

303

Harry abroad, & made Incapable
Of his Iust Rights at home; (the fountaine Law
Stopt to his Current,) haueing noe Appeale,
Thinkes how to right himselfe. Exegents draw
Their owne Conueniencyes wth them, through all
Th' appearing Difficulties wch may fall.

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The King in Ireland; Oportunitye
Is the Broad Gate to every Designe.
Harry, the Wickets, which necessitye
Had taught, ere while, neglects, seeing the maine
Port open to his Entrance, with the few
Hee had, comes in: where many freinds hee knew.

305

The Great Northumberland (whom yet soe great
Richard had made before) comes with the first
To gratulate his Landing. 'Tis a fate
Falls on the Blood, as were the Percyes nurst
By MeirMaids; or some Sybill had Imprest
Antipathy to present Interest.

306

His Troopes increaseing; Like that Warrier
Who could but Stampe his foot & men would start,
Hee trod noe Idle step. Fame went afore,
And tooke his Quarters vp in euery heart.
Billet is Sanctuarie; Hee need put
Noe duetye on them; Euery Man's his Scout.

307

Thus got within the walles, the Ocean
Is as a Brazen Wall to the English feilds,
The Citizens; for, in the proper Notion,
Inhabitants are All soe. Our Age yeilds
A difference; but Glorious Rome did call
Her free-borne Subiects soe, involving All.

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The Inhabitants, (because I will not bee
Mistooke in Trifles) smile to see him come;
And strow the way wth Palme; (if victorye
Be equall to its Symbole) not a Drumme
Beats to affright the villages; his Name
Rung through all townes; & to that sound they came.

309

Hee who with Modest clame did but come in
Of proper Heritage, with the faire Gale
Of meerly Lancaster; gott within Ken
With many Winds, rides now a fuller Sayle,
Vp to a fairer Harbour; Vessells in
This Sea, spread Canvas, every wind to win.

310

Harry (who by his Card knew how farr on
His Voyage he might be, & past the Bay
Hee ayméd) Scudds amayne; & shrouds anon
Safely at Anchor. For they Anchors weigh
Who dread swolne Tides. Hee soe farr had thrust
Will not endanger Ruine at one Gust.

311

Hee, therfore, Lyes aloofe, that Hee may come
In with advantage and securitye,
Poore Yorke sitts troubled, Nature's equall Doome
Disputes, sometimes, with the Iust Soveraigntye;
But Loyallty did interpose all tye
Of Blood or worth to present Maiestie.

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Hee fear'd the worst; for though his Nephew had
Declar'd the Iustness of his cause, the scope
Of his Intentions, Loyall; yet he weighed
Increasing Numbers, wch might flatter hope
To strange attempts; that fire-workes temper'd well
Till they must execute, breake not the Shell.

313

Yorke, to repell his Power, vseth his owne,
Which should haue beene the Kingdome's, for the King.
But 'twas an early Spring, the Birds were flowne
To fresher Groves, & their new dittyes sing.
The King, like a seir Oake, doth only Stand
A Perch to Cormorants, on Drownéd Land.

314

Harry's fresh Buds invite them from their Roust,
Where they had winter'd. If the Great Ones Sing
The smaller Cherrup, as it were on trust;
And for God bless the Duke!—God saue the King!
Echoes from euery Sprig. Such apt mistakes
Are not tooke ill, though 't be a Starling Speakes.

315

Harry, who now had made his Action
Secure it selfe, knew how to vse Success;
And knitts his Party sure, in the Distraction
Of others; marches faster then wee gvess
Fame could haue sped his Errand; & ere knowne
That hee was Landed, the Land was his owne.

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Such noble Expeditions doe not stand
Blanke Pages in the Commentary'd Acts
Of Mighty Cæsar: Hee who overspan'd
All Souldiers in his conduct, & Enacts
Courage aboue a Man; How often Hee
Has found meer Expedition, Victory!

317

Harrie puts the Bright Baudrike of a March
Ouer the middle Land, as had Hee mean't
A Scarfe of Honour, or an Oblique Arch;
And Swept the Corners. Severne is but Trent
To many of his Souldiers; soe their feet
Outwent their fancy, that they will not see 't.

318

Now before Bristoll he drawes vp his force,
A mighty Army. 'Twas not to fore slow
Any thing of Intention, to the Course
Of what he had begun; but here was now
His double Thoughts to be made out. Wee twist
Designes like Katherine wheeles, wh Knotts i' th' midst.

319

Here were the few remaining Richard's freinds,
And therefore faulty; They were none of His
That mov'd him most to Strike; though he pretends
A Publike Iustice to the Iniuries
Sustained. For euen folly will not Spread
A Sheet, where but a Towell it may need.

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320

These Men who were Condemn'd by Preiudice,
Fall to the Knife of Rage. The Illustrious Sword
Of Iustice, in disputed Soveraignties,
Rusts in the Scabbard, though the glorious Word
Embellish all the vndertakeings which
Traytors pursue; & some account it such.

321

The Thred was Spun of Richard's Royaltie,
And Harry's Spindle runs the Giddie round,
An even Twine. Is there in Maiestie
A certaine Fret, to make the better sound?
Harrie was then the Artist; & the Sharpe
Of his Calme Viall drowned Richard's Harpe.

322

The Silver string was flatt, & did not Sound
Worthy the Cunning of a Prince's hand.
Ireland he leaves much rent; but the Great Wound
Fester'd at home. Chyrurgeons vnderstand,
From common principles, that Danger seemes
Great in the Seats wch is not in the extreames.

323

Richard is now return'd; the Irish wave
(Proud in its burthen) slips the Royall fraight
Into safe Harbour. But noe Harbour's Safe
Vnto a Prince that is vnfortunate.
Turne how you will, Fate has a firme decree:
There is a wracke at Land aswell as Sea.

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Hee treds the shore, & stands amaz'd to see
Them empty; not a voice his welcome gave;
Silent as midnight in a Cell may be,
Was the wide Ayre, but what the rolling waue
Did make vpon the Sand, or Distant Throats
Of the rude Welsh, in Quest of straying Goats.

325

Walkeing along, the Native Rocks invite
Him to repose; one ouer-peering Arche
Hung forth a Canopye to make delight
Not meerly Royall Costs; at Nature's Charge,
The safe ones are provided; Nature brings
The course security, to Laugh at Kings.

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Vnder the Rock hee satt, & sigh'd his owne
Dire Sorrowes to his Seate & empty Ayre;
Hee mournes his freinds, the Glories hee had knowne,
The honours, They. How now, both Nothing are!
Iudgment doth looke for right; but Passion flyes
Squinting, and, as wee say, Nine wayes at Thrice.

327

Now what was too Remiss or too Seuere,
What he did over-act or vnder-doe,
Was All presented & discusséd here,
Vnto the attentive Rock; one Threne of woe.
These Royall Elegiacks interlace
Harry's Heroicks, in another place.

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This small refreshment; for Affliction
Is the best Mistresse to dispence our Time
Where Oblique Shaddowes, in Reflection,
Come nearest Forme, & minuites keepe the Chime
To mispent Howers; Time but in the Grosse,
Minuites by Parcells, & made vp wth Losse.

329

This little he had lent put to more vse
Then all his Raigne had beene; hee conquered here
Himselfe; a victory more glorious
Then Princes Chain'd in Roman-Tryvmphs were.
Thus from the Forum to the Capitoll
His fetter'd Passions to his Reason fall.

330

All call'd away by the Declining Sun,
(The Representer of all falling States)
He broke out thus; Thy Glory is not Done
When that Black Cloud swallowes thee, in her Gates;
To morrow, the same Light on vs shall flow;
The happier Earth enioys thy presence now.

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I sett, a Dying Sun; as had I beene
But a Cole Kindled by the Common breath;
And faint, to their rude failinges. Bee it in
My Nature to Convince them, Kings in Death
Retaine the Rayes of somewhat nere Devine;
Light for to morrow; Thus they follow Thine.

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This (as the Parting Day, which calmly Sped
Away to Harbinger the Sun's Approach
In farre-removed Continents,) Hee said;
Changing the Rocke, his better Chosen Couch,
For a preparéd Bed. Thus Broken Hearts
Are bolstred vp, & none can tell their Smarts.

333

Weary of Rest; indeed Hee could not Rest,
For many Cares vpon his Temples sate;
Hee calls the few about him, more distrest
In their Misfortunes then his owne hard fate;
Provident of their Safety, not his owne,
Hee bids them leave him to his Greifes alone.

334

They might ingratiate with the Conquerour,
And live to better Dayes. It was enough
To fall a single Ruine; for the Power
Which sought the House, would Sweepe the Building through,
And what the Landlord then shall Rubbish call,
Will be throwne out; and you are Rubbish All.

335

You faithfull vnto Mee; bee to your selves,
Loyall; 'tis Nature's first Principle.
The wracke has Spred the Sea, & many Shelves
Have rent our Vessell; some of you may well
Reach to the Shore; my broken Planke can beare
Mee vp noe longer; I must suffer here.

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Many perswasions need not with the most
In such a Case; his officers disperse
To Compound Safety. Ah! the King is Lost;
Lost in his owne Advisements, and the fears
Of others; who but tooke Him at the Bound,
And struck the Ball away, to pass it Round.

337

Now was Hee come to Conway; there because
Hee might not Languish euer, he desires
A Conference. Northumberland, who was
Harry's Cheif Arme, & Arundel, whose fires
Long blowne, durst now breake forth; A Subtle flint,
The Miter, When most Cold has most fire in't.

338

This was the Arch-Bishop Arundel, whose Name
You find wth Glocester in Conspiracye;
To these, the King (that Kings should be soe tame!)
Propounds small Things, to his Necessityes;
Soe Small, They were asham'd in his Demands;
And only thus, a King, a Traytor stands.

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That Hee might Live a private, quiet Life,
With Safety, & but Eight whom Hee would Chuse,
Put into pension. 'Twas soe strange to give
As to Demand; for Princes may not vse
The Dull Capitulations of their feare;
'Tis weake; Conditions are not binding there.

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Yet these, the Arch-Bishop and the Earle did Sweare
Should be perform'd. Hee goes, & to the Duke
(Who yet was call'd noe more) the Prisoner
Is Safe Delivered. If the Horrour Strucke
Him through, you cannot blame him; I who write
But this as Storye, have a troubled Spright.

341

From hence to London, by Another's will
Compell'd, (a Captive) to Renounce his owne;
His Enemies His guard; the Arch-Bishop still
Flirting Divinitie against the Throne;
And his former Ryotts, and Expence,
Squibs the Worne moralls, Hope, & Patience.

342

Soe when the Wingéd Metropolitane,
The Raven, finds an Eagle worne & weake,
He Iustles Him in flight, & calls amaine
The other Birds in Black; never to seeke
At a Dead Lift; & Sweepe him in their Shoale,
Like the Great Heretick of Birds, the Owle.

343

The Gulls & ruder Layetie draw nere,
To know what's done; They clatter with one voice,
Our Tyrant Enemie wee bring you here;
But the Gray Cassock makes a double noyse.
'Tis but in Ayre, as on the Earth, one Cause;
Wee haue our Lack-Latins, & They, their Dawes.

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The Pye but chatters to a Country Cure,
And gambolls wth the Sparrowes in a Bush,
Rude Rhetoricke. Our Liberties' pursuer
Is led a Captive; Doctrine brings the vse;
But silly Chitts they knew not what Hee mean't;
Bask'd, Sunn'd, & their Gutts full, to Roust they went.

345

The King they left on the inchanted Rock
Which opens at some magicke Syllable,
To swallow Him, who carelessly has Spoke
His owne destruction. If my verse tells
You not the clearer Storye, blame the Thing
Rather thus ill-repeated, then the King.

346

But it will out; for Chronicles haue made
It Common Chimney talke. Hee did resigne
The Government, & what they Writt Hee Read
T' opprobriate himselfe. This subtle Gin
Thus open'd, & hee following the Scrue,
Run in a Labirinth, without a Clew.

347

Not what Hee did, but what they would Suggest
Against Him, were his Crimes. His Lenitie
Were forcéd Tyrrannies; & soe Exprest
In the Large Instrument which they devise.
'Tis a sad thing, Kings made the Common-place:
The Rudest Head will bolt a Paraphrase.

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How farre from the Intention, let them thinke
Who know the Bitternes of Nature in
A Cup of Interest. If Truth may sinke
Or slide in Source, what wonder, though a Pin
(To Rivett Lawes which are made Arbitrarye)
Be wrested, & the frame it selfe miscarrye.

349

Here draw a veile; or like Noah's blessed Sons,
Goe wee on backward, lest wee see the shame
Of Princes layd too open; for the Nonce
Our Pittye (vnto the sacred Name
Of King, what others in Proes rehearse,
Sounding soe ill) here Covers with a verse.

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What followes, (that I here noe further bring
His Story out) cannot be of his Raigne;
'Tis done, & Hee Dead to the Name of King,
Though not in Nature. 'Tis another Scæne
Wee tread now; The vsurpéd Power must be
Our Argument, the Royall Elegie.

The End of Richard the Second.

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END OF VOL. III.