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Fflodden Ffeilde.

[The First Part.]

Now let vss talke of Mount of flodden,
fforsooth such is our chance,
& let vs tell what tydings the Ear[l]e of Surrey
sent to our King into france.
the Earle he hath a writting made,
& sealed it with his owne hand;
from the Newcastle vpon tine
the Herald passed from the land,
& after to callice hee arriued,
like a noble Leed of high degree,
& then to Turwin soone he hyed,
there he thought to haue found King Henery;
But there the walls were beaten downe
& our English soliders therin Laine;

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sith to Turnay the way hee nume,
wheras lay the Emperour of Almaine,
& there he found the King of England:
blessed Iesus, preserve that name!
when the Herald came before our King,
lowlye he fell downe on his knee,
& said, “Christ, christen King, that on the crosse dyed!
Noble King Henery! this day thy speed may bee!”
the first word that the prince did minge,
said, “welcome, Herald out of England, to me!
how fares my Leeds, how fares my Lords,
My knights, my Esquiers in their degree?”
“heere greeteth you well your owne Leaetenant,
the Honorable Erle of Surrey;
he bidds you in ffrance to venter your chance,
for slaine is your brother King Iamye,
& att louelie London you shall him finde,
my comelye prince, in the presence of thee.”
then bespake our Comlye King,
said, “who did fight & who did flee?
& who bore him best of the mount of fflodden,
& who was false, & who was true to me?”
“Lancashire & Cheshire,” sayd the Messenger,
“cleane they be fled and gone;
There was nere a man that Longd to the Erle of darby
that durst looke his enemyes vpon.”

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S[t]ill in a study stood our Noble King,
& tooke the writting in his hand;
shortlye the seale he did vnclose,
& readilye he read as he found.
then bespake our comlye King,
& called vpon his chiualree,
& said, “who will feitch me the King of Man,
the Honnorable Thomas Erle of Darbye?
“he may take Lancashire & Cheshire
that he hath called the cheefe of chiualree;
Now falsely are they fled & gone,
neuer a one of them is true to mee!”
then bespake Sir Raphe Egerton the Knight,
& lowlye kneeled vpon his knee,
& said, “my soueraigne Lord King Henery!
if it like your grace to pardon mee,
“if Lancashire and Cheshire be fled & gone,
of those tydings wee may be vnfaine,
but I dare lay my life & lande
it was for want of their Captaine.
“for if the Erle of Derby our Captaine had beene,
& vs to lead in our arraye,
then noe Lancashire man nor Cheshire
that euer wold haue fled awaye!”

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“soe it prooued well,” said our Noble King;
“by him that deerlye dyed vpon a tree!
now when wee had the most neede,
falslye they serued them to mee!”
then spake william Brewerton, Knight,
& lowlye kneeled his prince before,
& sayd, “my Soueraigne King Henery the 8th:,
if your grace sett by vs soe little store,
“where-soeuer you come in any feild to fight,
set the Earle of Darby & vs before,
then shall you see wether wee fight or flee,
trew or false whether we be borne!”
Compton rowned with our King,
& said, “goe wee & leaue the cowards right.”
“heere is my gloue to thee!” quoth Egerton;
“Compton! if thou be a knight,
“take my gloue, & with me fight
Man to Man, if thou wilt turne againe;
for if our prince were not present wright,
the one of vs 2 shold be slaine,
“& neuer foote beside the ground gone
vntill the one dead shold bee.”
our prince was moued theratt anon,
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& to him came on the other hand
the Honnorable Erle of Darbye;
& when he before our prince came,
he lowlye kneeled vpon his knee,
& said, “Iesu christ that on the crosse dyed,
this day, Noble Henery, thy speed may bee!”
the first word that the King did speake,
sayd, “welcome, King of man & Erle of Darbye!
“how likest thou Cheshire and lancashire both,
which were counted cheefe of chiualree?
falslye are they fled & gone,
& neuer a one is trew to mee!”
“if that be soe,” said the Erle free,
“my Leege, therof I am not faine.
my comlye prince, rebuke not mee,
I was not there to be there Captaine;
“if I had beene their Captaine,” the Erle said then,
“I durst haue Layd both Liffe and land,
he neuer came out of Lancashire nor cheshire
That wold haue fledd beside the ground!
“but if it like your Noble grace
a litle boone to grant itt mee,
Lett me haue Lancashire and Cheshire both,—
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“if I ffayle to burne vp all Scottland,
take me & hang me vpon a tree!
I, i shall conquer to Paris gate
both comlye castles and towers hye!
“wheras the walls beene soe stronge,
Lancashire and Cheshire shall beate them downe.”
“by my fathers soule,” sayd our King,
& by him that dyed on the roode,
“thou shalt neuer haue lancashire nor Cheshire right
att thy owne obedyence for to bee!
cowards in a feild felly will fight
againe to win the victorye.”
“wee were neuer cowards,” said the Erle,
“by him that deerlye dyed on tree!
who brought in your father att Milford Hauen?
King Henery the 7th: forsooth was hee;
“thorow the towne of fortune wee did him bring,
& soe convayd him to Shrewsburye,
& soe crowned him a Noble King;
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our prince was greatlye moued at that worde,
& returned him hastilye againe.
to comfort the Erle came on the other hande
the doughtye Edward, Duk of Buckingam;
“plucke vp thy hart, brother Stanlye,
& lett nothing greeiue thee!
for I dare lay my liffe to wedd
it is a false writing of the Erle of Surrey.
“sith King Richard feele, he neuer loued thee,
for thy vnckle slue his father deere,
& deerlye deemed him to dye;
Sir Christopher Savage his standard always did beare.”
“alas brother!” sayd the Erle of Darbye,
“woe be the time that I was made Knight,
or were ruler of any Lande,
or euer had manhood in feild to fight!
“soe bold men in battle as were they,
forsooth had neither Lord nor swaine.
ffarwell my vnckle Sir Edward Stanley!
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“surelye whiles thy liffe wold last
thou woldest neuer shrinke beside the plaine;
nor Iohn Stanley, that child soe younge!
well I wott that thou art slaine!
“ffarwell Kighlye! Coward was thou neuer!
old Sir Henery the good Knight,
I left the[e] ruler of Latham,
to be deputye both day & night.
“ffarwell Townlye that was soe true!
& that Noble Ashton of Middelton!
& the sad Southwarke that euer was sure,
forwell! I wott that thou art gone.
“farwell Ashton vndeline
& Manlye Mullenax! for thou art slaine;
for doubtlesse while your liues wold last
you wold never shun beside the plaine.
“ffarwell Adderton with the Leaden Mall!
well I know thow art deemed to dye!
I may take my leaue att you all!
the flower of Manhoode is gone from mee!

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“ffarwell Sir Iohn Booth of Barton, Knight!
well I know that thou art slaine!
while thy liffe wold last to fight,
thou wold neuer [shun] be-sids the plaine,
“ffarwell Butler & Sir Bode!
sure you haue beene euer to mee;
& soe I know that [still] you wold,
if that vnslaine you bee.
“ffarwell Christopher savage, the Knight!
well I know that thou art slaine!
for whiles thy life wold last to fight,
thou wold neuer [shun] besids the plaine.
ffarwell Dutton & Sir Dane!
you haue beene euer trew to mee.
ffarwell the Baron of Kinderton!
beside the feild thou wold not flee!
“ffarwell, ffitton of Gawsworth!
either thou art taken or slaine;
doubtelesse while thy life wold Last,
thou wold neuer [shun] beside the plaine.”
as they stood talkinge together there,
the Duke & the Erle trulye,
came ffor to comfort him th[e] trew Talbott
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“plucke vp thy hart, sonne Thomas, & be Merry,
& let noe tydings greeve thee!
am not I godfather to our King?
my owne god-sonne forsooth is hee.”
he tooke the Duke of Buckingam by the arme,
& the Erle of Shewsburye by the other:
“to part with you it is my harme;
farwell my father & my brother!
“farwell Lancaster that litle Towne!
farwell now for euer & aye!
many pore men may pray for my soule
when they lye weeping in the lane.
“ffarwell Latham, that bright bower!
9 towers thou beares on hye,
& other 9 thou beares on the outer walls;
within thee may be lodged kings 3.
“ffarwell Knowsley, that litle tower
vnderneth the holtes soe whore!
euer when I thinke on that bright bower,
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“ffarwell Tocstaffe, that trustye parke,
& the fayre riuer that runes there beside!
there I was wont to chase the hinde & hart;
now therin will I neuer abide!
“ffarwell bold Birkhead, there was I boorne,
within the abbey & that Monesterye;
the sweet covent for mee may mourne;
I gaue to you the tythe of Beeston, trulye.
“ffarwell westchester for euermore,
& the watter gate, it is my owne;
I giue a mace pro the serieant to weare,
to waite on the Maior, as it is knowne;
“will I neuer come that citye within;
but, sonne Edward, thou may clayme it of wright.
ffarwell westhardin, I may thee myn!
Knight & lord I was of great might!
“Sweete sonne Edward, white Lookes thou make,
& euer haue pittye on the pore cominaltye!
ffarwell hope & Hopedale!
Mould & Moulesdale, god be with thee!
I may take leaue with a sorry cheere,
for within thee will I neuer bee.

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[The Second Part.]

as they stoode talking together there,
the Duke & the Lords trulye,
Came Iamie Garsed, a yeman of the guard
that had beene brought vp with the Erle of Derbye:
like the devill, with his fellowes he had fared,
he s[t]icked 2, & wounded 3;
After, with his sword drawen in his hand,
he fled to the Noble Earle of Derbye.
“stand vp, Iamye!” the Erle said,
“these tydings nothing liketh mee.
“I haue seene the day I cold haue saued thee,
such 30 men if thou hads[t] slaine,
& now if I shold speake for thee,
Sure thow weret to be slaine;
“I will once desire my bretheren eche one
that they will speake for thee.”
he prayd the Duke of Buckingam
& alsoe the Erle of Shrewsburye,
alsoe my Lord fitzwater soe wise,
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Sir Rice apthomas, a Knight of price,
they all spoke for long Iamye.
they had not stayd but a litle while there,
the Duke & the Erles in their talkinge,
but straight to the Erle came a messenger
that came latelye from the King,
and bad that long Iamie shold be sent;
there shold neither be grith nor grace,
but on a boughe he shold be hanged
In middest the feild before the Erles face.
“if that be soe,” said the Erle of Derbye,
I trust our prince will better bee;
such tydings maketh my hart full heavye
afore his grace when that wee bee.”
the Duke of Buckingam tooke Iamie by the one arme,
& the Erle of Shrewsburye by the other;
afore them they put the King of Man;
it was the Erle of Darbye & noe other.
the Lord fitzwater followed fast,
& soe did the Lord willowbyghe;
the comfortable cobham mad great hast;
all went with the Noble Erle of Derbye.
the hind Hassal hoved on fast
with the Lusty Lealand trulye,
soe did Sir Alexander Osbaston,
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the royall Ratcliffe that rude was neuer,
& the trustye Trafford keene to trye,
& wight warburton out of Cheshire,
all came with the Erle of Darbye;
Sir Rice ap Thomas, a Knight of Wales,
Came with a feirce Menye;
he bent his bowes on the bent to abyde,
& cleane vnsett the gallow-tree.
when they came afore our King,
lowlye they kneeled vpon their knees;
the first word that our prince did Myn,
“welcome! Dukes & Erles to mee!
“the most welcome hither of all
is our owne traitor Long Iamie!
Iamie! how Durst thou be soe bold
as in our presence for to bee,
“to slay thy bretheren within their hold?
thou was sworne to them, & they to thee.”
then began long Iamie to speake bold:
“my leege, if it please your grace to pardon mee,
“When I was to my supper sett,
they called me coward to my face,
and of their talking they wold not lett,
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“thé bade me flee from them apace
to that coward the Erle of Derbye.
when I was litle & had small grace,
he was my helpe & succour trulye;
“he tooke [me] from my father deere,
& keeped me within his woone
till I was able of my selfe
both to shoote & picke the stone;
“then after, vnder Grenwich, vpon a day
a Scottish Minstrell came to thee,
& brought a bow of yew to drawe,
& all the guard might not stirr that tree.
“then the bow was giuen to the Erle of Derbye,
& the Erle deliuered it to mee;
7 shoots before your face I shott,
& att the 8th in sunder it did breake;
“Then I bad the Scott bow downe his face
& gather vp the bow, & bring it to his King;
then it liked your noble grace
into your guard for me to bring;
“Sithen I haue liued a merry liffe;
I thanke your grace & the Erle of Darbye;
but to haue the Erle rebuked thus,
that my bringer-vp forsooth was hee,
“I had rather suffer death,” he said,
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“Stand vp Iamie!” said our King,
“haue heere my charter, I giue it thee;
“let me haue noe more fighting of thee
whilest thou art within ffrance Lande.”
“then one thing you must grant,” said Iamie,
“that your ward theron may stand,
“who-soe rebuketh Lancashire or Chesshire,
shortlye shall be deemed to dye.”
our King comanded I cry I-wis
to be proclaimed hastilye;—
“if the Dukes & Erles kneele on their knees,
itt getteth on sturr the comonaltye;
if wee be vpbrayded thus,
manye a man is like to dye.”
the King said, “he that rebuket Lancashire or Cheshire
shall haue his iudgment on the next tree.”
then soe they were in rest
for the space of a night, as I weene.
& on the other day, without Leasinge,
there came a Messenger from the Queene;
“& when he came before our King,
lowlye he kneeled vpon his knee,
& said, “chr[i]st thee saue, our Noble King,
& thy speed this day may bee!
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“& biddeth you in ffrance to be glad,
for slaine is your brother-in-law King Iamie;
& att louelye London he shalbe found,
my comlye prince, in the presence of thee.”
then bespake our comlye prince,
saiinge, “who did fight & who did flee?
& who bare them best of the Mount of fflodden?
& who his false, & who is true to mee?”
“Lancashire & Cheshire,” said the Messenger,
“they haue done the deed with their hand!
had not the Erle of derbye beene to thee true,
in great aduenture had beene all England.”
then bespake our prince on hye,
“Sir Raphe Egertton, my marshall I make thee;
Sir Edward Stanley, thou shalt be a Lord,
Lord Mounteagle thou shalt bee;
“yonge Iohn Stanley shalbe a Knight,
& he is well worthy for to bee.”
the Duke of Buckingham the tydings hard,
& shortlye ran to the Erle of darbye:
“Brother, plucke vp thy hart & be merrye,
& let noe tydings greeve thee!
yesterday, thy men called cowerds were,
& this day they haue woone the victorye.”
the Duke tooke the Erle by the arme,
& thus they ledden to the prince [trulye].
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& sayd, “welcome, King of man & Erle of Derbye!
the thing that I haue taken from thee,
I geeve it to thee againe whollye,
“The Maurydden of Lancashire & Cheshire both
att thy bidding euer to bee;
ffor those men beene true, Thomas, indeed;
they beene trew both to thee & mee.”
“yett one thing greeveth me,” said the Erle,
& in my hart maketh me heavye,
this day to heare thé wan the feild,
& yesterday cowards to bee.”
“it was a wronge wryting,” sayd our King,
“that came ffrom the Erle of Surrey;
but I shall him teach his prince to know,
if euer wee come in our countrye!”
“I aske noe more,” sayd the Noble erle,
“ffor all that my men haue done trulye,
but that I may be Iudge my selfe
of that Noble Erle of Surreye.”
“Stand vp, Thomas!” sayd our prince,
“Lord Marshall I make thee,
& thou shalt be Iudge thy selfe,
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“then is his liffe saued,” sayd the Erle,
“I thanke Iesu & your grace trulye;
if my vnckle slew his father deere,
he wold haue venged him on mee.”
“thou art verry patient,” sayd our King;
“the holy ghost remaines, I thinke, in thee;
on the south side of Turnay thou shalt stande,
with my godfather the Erle of shrewsburye.”
& soe to that seege forth thé went,
the noble Shrewsburye & the Erle of Derbye,
& thé Laid seege vnto the walls,
& wan the towne in dayes 3.
& then bespake our noble King,
these were the words said hee,
sayes, “come Alexander Ratcliffe, Knight,
come hither now vnto mee,
ffor thou shalt goe on the south side of Tournay,
& with thee thou shalt haue 1000s: 3.”
then forth is gone Alexander Ratcliffe, Knight;
with him he leads men 1000d: 3;
but or ere 3 dayes were come to an end,
the ffrenchmen away did flee.
then King Henery planted 300d: Englishmen
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but he forsooke it certainelye,
& made great intreatye to our King
that he might come into England in his compa[n]ye.
& then bespake Noble King Henery,
& these were the words said hee,
sayes, “come hither Rowland Egerton, Knight,
& come thou hither vnto mee;
“for the good service that thou hast done,
well rewarded shalt thou bee.”
then forth came Rowland Egerton,
& kneeled downe vpon his knee,
saies, “if it like your grace, my gracious King,
the reward that you will bestow on mee,
I wold verry gladlye haue it in Cheshire,
ffor thats att home in my owne country.”
& then bespake him Noble King Henery,
& these were the words said hee,
“I haue Nothing, Egerton, in all Cheshire
that wilbe any pleasure for thee
but 5 Mills stands att Chester townes end,
thé gone all ouer the water of Dee.”
still kneeled Rowland Egerton,
& did not rise beside his knee,
sayes, “if it like your highnesse, my gracious King,
a Milner called I wold neuer bee.”
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saith, “Ile make mine avow to god
& alsoe to the trinitye,
there shall neuer be King of England
but thé shalbe Miller of the Mills of Dee!
“I haue noe other thing, Egerton,
that wilbe for thy delight;
I will giue thee the forrest of Snoden in wales,
wherby thou may giue the horne & lease;
in siluer it wilbe verry white,
& meethinkes shold thee well please.”
Still kneeled Rowland Egerton on his knee;
he sayes, “if itt like your highnes, my gracious King,
a ranger called wold I neuer bee.”
then our King was wrathe, & rose away,
sayes, “I thinke, Egerton, nothing will please thee.”
& then bespake him Rowland Egerton
kneeling yet still on his knee,
sayes, “if itt like your highnesse, my gracious King,
that your highnes pleasure will now heer mee,
In Cheshire there lyes a litle grange house,
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“a tanner there in it did dwell,—
my leege, it is but a cote with one eye,—
& if your grace wold bestow this on mee,
ffull well it wold pleasure me.”
then bespake our Noble King Harrye,
& these were the words saith hee,
saies, “take thee that grange house, Egerton,
& the Lordshippe of Rydley faire & free;
“for the good service thou hast to me done,
I will giue it vnto thy heyres & thee:”
& thus came Row[land] Egertton
to the Lordshippe of Rydley faire & free.
this Noble King Harry wan great victoryes in france
thorrow the Might that Christ Jesus did him send:
first our King wan Hans & Gynye,
& walled townes, the truth to say;
& afterwards wan other 2 townes,
the names of them were called turwin & Turnay;
high Bullen & base Bullen he wan alsoe,
& other village townes many a one,
& Muttrell he wan alsoe,—
the Cronicles of this will not lye,—
& kept to Calleis, plainsht with Englishmen,
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thus was lancashire & Cheshire rebuked
thorow the pollicye of the Erle of Surrey.
Now god that was in Bethlem borne,
& for vs dyed vpon a tree,
saue our Noble prince that wereth the crowne,
& haue mercy on the Erles soule of derbye!
ffins.
A, Shewe thie mersye one the Earle of Derby.