Albions England Or historicall map of the same island: prosecuted from the liues, actes, and labors of Saturne, Iupiter, Hercules, and Æneas: originalles of the Brutons, and English-men, and occasion of the Brutons their first aryuall in Albion. Continuing the same historie vnto the tribute to the Romaines, entrie of the Saxones, inuasion by the Danes, and conquest by the Normaines. With historicall intermixtures, inuention, and varietie: proffitably, briefly, and pleasantly, performed in verse and prose by William Warner.

CHAP. XIX.

THe Cosen of great Constantyne in Rome and here succéedes: Betwixt the Brutes, the Scottes, and Pichtes, conti∣nuall trouble bréedes: And long the reg'ment of this Land the Romaines did inioye, Transmitting Captaines euermore as Foes did here anoye. But Rome it selfe declined now, and Brutaine was opprest, No longer were the Scottish Spoyles by Romaine swordes redrest. Then ends the Tribute, then began newe troubles, worser farre Then Tribute: for the Scottes and Pichtes inferre consuming warre. The Brutons, vnder Rome secure, as men that did relye On others, were disabled now by Martiall meanes to trye The fame of fight: but Captaineles, confusedly they deale, And giue a wretched instant of an headles Common-weale: And whom so many Romaine Péeres, Grand-Captaines of such might,

Of whom Nine Emperours themselues, in persons here did sight, Could hardly foyle, were fronted now euen of a barbrous Foe: And at the poynt (a wondrous chaunge) their Countrie to forgoe. Such fruite hath ease, such pollicie did serue the Romaines turne, Who, wayning Martiall mynds, themselues the quietler here soiurne. The Brutons thus dispoy••d of A••mes, and courage in effect, Of Prince, of Captaines, and aduise, their busines to direct, Dispatch their Legate to the Land Deminatiue in name To Brutaine: where the Legate thus his Ambassie did frame: The back-slide of our helples friends, the down-fall of our state, Our lacke of Prince, of people, and our wealth not now as late, The sauage dealing of our Foes, consuming ours and vs, Is cause (right mightie King) that we approach thy present thus. Not for we are in blood allyed, or that whil'st Fortune smil'd Your Auncestors had rule from vs, not for the Dames defil'd At Cullin, who withstanding lust for it did loose their liues, That els to Conon and his Knights had liued noble wiues, We are imboldned in our suite: though all of these might moue: But for our former Wants, O King, and for thyne owne behoue, Great Brutaine doth submit it selfe thy Subiect (if thou please.) Or els dispose it at thy will: prouided we haue ease Against such foes, as would not saue our liues to haue our Land: Whom to conclude (except thou helpe) we neuer may withstand. The King Aldroen pittying much the Cause of his Allies, Arm'd thence his brother Constantine, a Captaine stout and wise. He chacing hence the Scottes and Pichtes, with glorie wore the Crowne, And through his vertue stayed vp a Kingdome sinking downe.

WIthin a while did Vortiger the Duke of Cornwalle rayne, When Constans sonne of Constantine he traytrously had slayne. The Scottes did ruffle then a-new, nor did the King affye In Brutons, for they hated him, and reason had they why: And Saxon Fléetes from Germanie in Armor here ariue, Through whose support, y^e King in warres against the Scottes did thriue.

The Foe by Hengest foyled thus, he and his Brother git The chiefest credit with the King, but fewe gainsaying it, Necessitie of Soldiours here so well for them did fit. And Hengests Daughter intertayn'd King Vortiger so well, That to misliking of his wife, and liking her he fell: And sotted thus in forren loue, did wed the Saxon Wench: Which wrought vnto the Saxons weale, but to the Brutes offence. For whatsoere the Quéene did aske, the King would not denye, Untill his Subiects rann to Armes, and made the Saxons flye: And, putting downe the Father, then did set vp Vortimer, Who, poysoned by his Stepdame, they restored Vortiger: With this condition, that he should no Saxons intertayne. But Hengest hearing from the Quéene that Vortimer was slayne, And Vortiger his Sonne-in-lawe re-kinged did resayle With Saxon forces: though with fraude, not force, he did preuayle. For thus by pollicie he did the Brutons circumuent: He craued Parlie, as a man that were to quietnes bent: The place appoynted, Parlants him in simple meaning meet Farre from their Armie all vnarm'd, whom Saxon Traytors greet With deadly wounds, by hidden kniues, and held the King with them: Confounding so the Brittish Oste. Nor cease they to contemne Both Christian rightes, and ciuell Rule, subuerting either twaine: And what they would of Vortiger through fearfull threats they gaine. And plant themselues in Southfolke, Kent, and elswhere at their will: And ruffling runne throughout the Land oppressing Brutons still. The King and Brutons flead to Wales, and Feend-got Marlyn theare Bewrayed more, then I beléeue, or credit seemes to beare: As shewing how the Castell worke rear'd dayly, fell by night By shaking of two Dragons great that vnderneath it fight, With other wonders, tedious, if not trothles, to resight. Aurelius Ambrose, brother to King Constans murdred late, From either Bruton hauing ayde, wonne so the Kingly state: And, ere that Hengest or his sonne stout Octa he subdew'd, First to reuenge his Brothers death he Vortiger pursew'd.

In vaine the Welsh wild Mountaines fence the flyer from his Foe, Or Gerneth Castell, when as flames throughout the buildings goe: In midst whereof the wretched King did end his daies in woe.

THe Brutons thus had peace a-while, till Vortigerus Sonne, And Guillamour the Irish King, in newe Conflicts begonne: Whom, whil'st that Vter valiantly in Wales to wracke did bring, His brother Ambrose did decease, and Vter then was King. What Vter did by Marlyns Arte, in compassing his will Upon the Wife of Garolus, transfigured by skill Into the likenes of her Lord, on whom he got a sonne Renowmed Arthur: or to name the Acts by Vter donne, Were much and néedles: onely note he was a valiant Prince, But such as was his noble Sonne, was not before or since. Yet blazing Arthur, as haue some, I might be ouer-seene: He was Uictorious, making one amongst the Worthiest méene. But (with his pardon) if I vouch his world of Kingdomes wonne, I am no Poet, and for lacke of pardone were vndone. His Scottish, Irish, Almaine, French, and Saxone Battelles got, Yéeld fame sufficient: these seeme true, the rest I credite not. But Brutone is my taske, and to my taske I will retier: Twelue tymes the Saxone Princes here against him did conspier, And Arthur in twelue Battelles great went Uanquishor away: Howbeit Saxone forces still amongst the Brutons stay. This King to intertaine discourse, and so to vnderstand, What Accedents in after-tymes should happen in this Land, He with the Brittish Prophet then of Sequelles fell in hand. Of Syx long after Kings the man, not borne of humaine seede, Did Prophesie, and many things, that came to passe in déede. Now Arthur, chiefe of Cheualrie, had set his Crowne at stay, And to his Nephewe Mordred did commit thereof the sway, When with his Knights, the wonder of the world for Martiall déedes, Beyond the Seas in forren fights he luckely procéedes: Till faithlesse Mordred calde him backe that forward goes with fame, For at his Uncles Dyademe he traytrously did ame. Twise Arthur wonne of him the field, and thirdly slewe his Foe,

When deadly wounded, he himselfe victorious dyed foe.

INterred then with publique playnts, and issules, ensewes A drouping of the Brittish state: the Saxon still subdewes, Howbeit worthie Kings succéeded: but Destinie withs••ood The aunciant Scepter to inure in Bruts succéeding blood. Unlou'd Careticus was he that lost the Goale at length: Whenceforth, in vayne, to winne their losse y^e Brutons vse their strength▪ Yea God, that as it pleaseth him, doth place or dispossesse, When foes, nor foyles, nor any force, their courage might suppresse, Séem'd partiall in the Saxon Cause, and with a Plague did crosse The Brutons, that had els, at least, rebated from their losse: For Cadwane, and Cadwallyne, and Cadwallader, the last But not the least, for valarous, of Brittish Princes past, Brought out of Wales such knightly Warres as made their foes agast. The Plague (worse spoyler then y^e Warres) left Cambre almost waste, Which to auoyde, the remnant Brutes into their Shippes did haste. Cadwallader, in leauing thus his natiue Shore he fixt His eyes from whence his bodie should, and with his sighes he mixt His royall teares, which giuing place, he speaketh thus betwixt. Swéete Brutaine (for I yet must vse that sweete, and ceasing name) Adewe, thy King bids thee adewe, whose flight no weapons frame: But God cōmaunds, his Wroth cōmaunds, all counter-maund is vaine, Els, for thy loue, to dye in thée were life to thy Remaine. Thus tymes haue turnes, thus Fortune still is flying to and fro: What was not, is: what is, shall cease: some come, and others goe: So, Brutaine, thou of Nation and of name endewrest chaunge, Now balking vs whom thou hast bread, and brooking people straunge. Yet (if I shoote not past myne aime) a world of tyme from me, Parte of our blood, in highest pompe, shall Englands glorie be: And chiefly, when vnto a First succeedes a second She. But, leauing spéeches ominous: Cadwallader is woe, That seeing death determines griefe, he dyes not on his foe. Ah, Fortune faileth mightie Ones, and meaner doth aduaunce: The mightest Empier Rome hath chaunge, then Brutaine brooke thy chaunce: Let it suffice thou wert before, and after Rome in fame:

And to indure what God intends were sinne to coumpt a shame. Nor vaunt, ye Saxons, of our flight: but if ye néedes will vaunt, Then vaunt of this, that God displac'd whom you could neuer daunt. This said, y^e teares contrould his tongue, & sayles wrought land frō sight: When (saue a Remnant small) the Isle was rid of Brutons quight.