Extracts from the first version of Hardyng's Chronicle / C. L. Kingsford [EHR (English Historical Review) 27 (1912)]

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Extracts from the first version of Hardyng's Chronicle / C. L. Kingsford [EHR (English Historical Review) 27 (1912)]
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Hardyng, John, Kingsford, C. L.
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II. THE PRAISE OF KING HENRY V

The compleynt and lamentacion of the maker of thys for the Kynges deth, wt commendacion of his gouernance.

O gode lorde god, why lete thou so sone passe This noble prynce, that in all Cristente Had than no pere in no londe more ne lesse; So excellent was his fortunyte In florisshyng age of all fresh Iuuente: That myght haue lete hym leue to gretter age Tyll he had hole reioysed his herytage
Of Fraunce, all hole Guyen and Normandy, Whiche thre wer his of olde inheritaunce, And Angoy eke of full olde auncetry, As Cronyclers haue made remembraunce; For he was sette with myghty grete puisaunce To conquere than the londe of all Surry, 4 That ys the londe of byheest proprely.
To whiche he than, and eke the Emperour, Accorded wer withoute colusion To Criste, goddes sonne, to gyfe thair hole labour Fro tyme that thay myght make an vnyon Betwyx Englonde and Fraunce by gode reson, With helpe of other londes that wolde assent To that vyage and conquest excellent.
O gode lorde god, that knew his hertes intent, That was so sette for soules remyssion To thyne honour by his attendement To conuerte so that londe of promyssion; Or elles it sette by Cristes hole permyssion With Cristen folke, fayling thair conuersion For thair foly and thayr peruersion.
O verry lorde, that arte omnipotent, What hath Englonde so felly the offende, This noble prynce, peerlesse of Regyment, To Rauysshe so fro vs withouten ende? O lorde, who shall Englond now defende? Seth he is gone that was our hiegh Iustyse For whom none durste his neyghbor than supprise.
Aboue all thynge he kept the lawe and pese Thurgh all Englonde, that none insurreccion Ne no riotes than wer withouten lese, Ne neyghbours werre in fawte of his correccion: Bot pesybly vndyr his proteccion Compleyntes of wrongs alway in generall Refourmed were so vndyr his yerde egall.

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Whan he in Fraunce dayly was conuersaunt His shadow so abowmbred all Englonde That pese and lawe wer kept contynuant In his absence full wele thrugh all the londe: And elles, as I can sayne and vndyrstonde, His power had bene lyte to conquerr Fraunce Nor other Reme that wer wele lasse perchaunce. 5
The pese at home and law so wele conserued Wer rote and hede of all his grete conqueste, Whiche exilde bene away and foule ouerterued In so ferr forthe that north and south and weste And este also is now full lytill reste, Bot day and nyght in euery shire thurgh out With salades bright and iakkes make grete route.
O souereyne lorde, take hede of this meschefe, That regnyth now in londe so generaly; Such Ryottours sende after by your brefe And prison so the partyse opynly, And raunson thaym; els is no remedy: And seurte take of thaym, afore ye cese, With thayr neyghbours forthward to bere the pese,
Enrolled in your courte of Chauncelry, Thar to abyde for alway of recorde: For your Iustyse of pese darr noght reply Suche tyrauntes that perteyne to any lorde, For parseners thay bene of suche discorde; Or els thay ere the comon Barectours Or of suche folyse the pryuy manteynours.
Or els thay bene so symple of estate The malefesours by law to Iustyfy: Or els thay bene with fe so alterate That thay darr noght agayn suche Tyrany By thayre office, so do no remedy; Iustyse of pese thay bene, as I deme can, As now on days men call the blacke oxe swan.
Bot, O gode lorde, by ye the chefe Iustyse Of pese thurgh oute your londe as for a yer Withoute fauour or grace to excersyse Your offyce wele after your hiegh power, And ye shall wyn heuyn to your mede full clere, And Rychesse also of fynes for thayr outrage, That suche riote do make ouer your homage.

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And at the leeste ye may sende hem ouer se To kepe your right in Fraunce and Normandy: Thayr hiegh corage to spende and Iolyte In sauyng of your noble Regaly; For better is ther thair manly vyctory, Than her eche day with grete malyuolence Make neyghbours werre with myghty violence.
Men chastyse ofte grete courours by hakenayse, And writhe the wande while it is yonge and grene; Therfore whare so er any such affrayse For both partyse sende, forth to come, I mene, To your presence riall what so er ye bene, And putte thaym in suche reule and gouernaunce, Than men shall drede youre wytte and gouernaunce.

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