The seconde part of the Mirrour for magistrates conteining the falles of the infortunate princes of this lande, from the conquest of Cæsar, vnto the commyng of Duke William the Conquerour.

The Induction

DIligent Inquisition (sai∣eth Memorie) beholde in the bottomlesse ••••yt of blind Obliuion: there remayneth as yet a multitude, who al∣though in their tyme, they were of all men most famous, and euen in this our time, their ensamples be patternes passing singu∣lar, to refourme the deformities of this age, notwithstanding they are so couered and hidden with those mistie cloudes of fylthy forgetfulnes, that if thou Inqusitiō doest not with all dilygent inquiry, and I Memorye, (who haue howrded vp in my treasury the knowledge of all thinges) except wee with all our industrye, doo endeuour our selues, they are not lyke euer to come into the light. For at what time those barbarous nations, (I meane the Gothes, Hunes, and Danes) dyd with so great outrage ouerrunne all the worlde: euen then the auncient Historyes, and Recordes of time, were by them vtter∣ly defaced, so that Princes, before that time, how renowmed so euer they were, be at this present, euen by their meanes, buryed so deepe in obliuion, that I Memorye cannot

without a new inquirye of many most No∣ble Princes, repeate a few wordes: speake you therfore Inquisition, and declare your mynde, how we might renew the decayed Memory of those men. See heere (quoth Inquisition,) with great and diligent Memo∣rye, I haue founde out diuers, who with their continuall complayninges, haue euen for conscience sake made me their procleare, to exhibite vnto you in their behalfe a Sup∣plycation, in which they complayne of the great iniurie they suffer, because they bee excluded out of the English Mirrour of Ma∣gistrates: their only desire is, that you would once agayne, by celebrating their decayed names, with a fresh Memoryall, geue them libertie to declare their estates themselues. Of which, as fyrst though not chiefest, Gui∣dericus the thyrde King of the subdued Brit∣taynes: and the fyrst that refused to pay try∣bute to Rome, desyreth to bee harde. Wee will sayth Memory assist hym in what wee may, and not onely geue them leaue, but al∣so intreate them to declare their estates. But where is that Guidericus, the exployts of wose lyfe were so passing singular, that had hee not beene moued with two much boldnesse, euen hee had brought vnder his rule the whole Worlde: wee wyll heare hym wyllingly, for his death is a great en∣sample of Gods vengeaunce, vnto all them

which thinke by their owne courage and abilitie, to compasse their desyres. Beholde quoth Inqusition, hee is euen heere, his bo∣dy rent and torne dooth declare, that great was his mishappe. Speake then Syr Knight (quoth Memory) and let vs heare what you wil saye: wherewith the sorrow∣full Prince sayde as followeth.

❧ The Complaint of Guidericus.

How Guidericus refused to paye tribute vnto Claudius Caesar: howe hee subdued Galba, how hee became desyrous to winne all the worlde, spoyled France, Germany, and a great part of Italy: and lastly, how hee was miserably slayne in a tempest of thunder, euen at what time hee shoulde haue dealt with Caesar. This History is a synguler ensample of Gods vengeance, against pride and arrogancy.

ON staylesse top of Honours high renowne, With busye brayne to builde a bower there, Is donne to fall at Fortunes froward frowne, Whose turning wheele, the hyest fyrst dooth feare, And them below it vpwardes styl dooth reare. Let them therefore for good estate that striue, With sailes halfe hoyst, in happy Hauen ariue.

I prest to tell my suddayne yll successe, Amidst the meane which dyd not dayne to dwell, To higher state whilst I dyd mee addresse, By chaunging chance of Fortunes force, I fel Euen suddaynly from Heauen to hatefull Hell, From Heauen (I saye,) I fell from that my blysse, To hatefull Hell, I meane, to wretchednesse.

Guidericus which rulde the Brittayne lande; I am the same, of Simbaline the sonne, Cassiuelane my Grandsyer, dyd withstand Sir Caesars force, tyll Parcae had vndone The fatal knot, and twist that they had sponne, Euen then to soone the Romanes did oppresse This Realme, which I to ryght, did me addresse▪

Which that I myght the better bring about, The three estates in Court to Parle I In hast did call, amongst which Royal route, As one who ment for welthe of commonty, Howe to restore their ancient libertie, Pronounst the speache which here I shal recite, Which moued much there manly mindes to fight.

The Emperour of Rome hath sent you see, Ambassatours, the tribute to obtayne, Which Theomant subdued, did agree To pay, But I such greement do disdayne. Shal I to Rome a Tribute slaue remayne, Because they did subdue this realme of Yore? Shal we buy yoke with tribute euermore?

Shall we this badge of beastly blemishe beare? Shal Troians we to Troians tribute yeelde? Of Brutus bloude a Prince withouten peare, We do descend, whose father fyrst dyd buylde In Italy: he Alba longa fylde▪ And furnishte fine, with princely byldinges braue, He was encombde next good Aeneas graue.

Then Romulus of Siluius did suc••eede, And Rome of hym (as London tooke of Lud) Her name, which Alba Longa was in deede, Built at the first by good king Brutus blood. Dare they for Guerdon of so great a good, Demaund of vs whose parentes Patrons were To them? to doo this deede, they doo not feare.

Let them demaunde, vngrateful beastes they be▪ Euen tribute of vs Troians let them craue, But we in Mars his feeldes wyl pay their fee, If needes they must of vs a payment haue, They shal ryght stoutly then them selues behaue. We wil not feare to fyght it out in feelde, Without reuenge we neuer al wyl yeelde.

Dyd Caesars princely prowesse so preuayle, That Britaynes were by Romanes brought to bay? Was Caesars valure of so great auayle, That it coulde cause Cassiuelaynes decaye? Why should not then Guidericus assay By furious force of Mars his bloody feelde, To make those roming Romanes al to yeelde?

By prowesse worne (who dooth not knowe) by skyl, That he who o••ce as Victor wore the wreath, By chaunged chaunce is forst agaynst his wyl▪ That garlande gay, and vitall lyfe to leaue? Such ill mishappes misfortune still dooth heaue, That he who dyd subdue but yesterday, Is nowe subdude, and hath the lyke decaye.

Which may appeare by Kyng Cassiuelayne, Whom Caesar thryce in fyght dyd synd too strong, Yet at the last, (the lewder chaunce was thine, Thou litle Ile) he thrust in with a throng Of mightie men, and did thee double wrong. Thee then subdude, to Rome he seruile made: Which wrong to right, with this my bloudye blade,

If you my subiectes wyll thereto consent, I wil not cease, tyll I reuenge haue seene, And them destroyed with dreadful diery dent Of wrathful warre: and therefore now I meane To byd the Bace, and fetch them from their denne, To sende them woorde, We owe no tribute we, But we of them must recompenced be.

I to the Gods which rule the rolling skyes, Haue vowde a vowe, for countreyes lybertie, To die in feelde, or els that these mine eyes Shall see you free from forrayne tyranny, To which no doubt theyr goodnesse wil agree. Nowe that you haue the whole of myne intent, You knowe the cause why I for you haue sent.

Al you therefore which comp•• this quarrell good, By heaued handes let me them vnderstand. My brother Aruiragus by me stoode, I must not I (he sayde) holde vp my hande, Nor thee herein assist with any bande. For sith we both haue sworne a••eagance due To Rome, to Rome I euer wil be true.

No Feare of force, no hasarde, no mishappe, Doth dant my mynde, I dare what dare be donne, Though nowe we sit in Lady fortunes lappe▪ By fayth defilde, no honour can be wonne, The wrath of God men periurde can not shun. Do thou therefore what best thy selfe doth seeme, Giue them their ryght, for that is best I dee••e.

Sith all but you (my brother) do consent, My counsayle and my Commons do agree, Yea, all the force of this my Realme is bent, To liue and dye for countries libertie: Take you therefore this sentence in boun gre, Because thou seemst a seruile lyfe to loue, The Towre a house is best for thy behoue.

An othe constraynd, is made to none auaile, To breake such othe doth not the fayth def••le: Let them goe tel to Claudius this tale, We meane with force to furnishe this our Ile, Which force him selfe shal feele within a while. For if he wyll not fetch his tribute here, We then wyl goe and pay hym tribute there.

Which when the Roman Claudius had heard, Though he at home had ciuile strife in hande, And though he were by forrain foes debarde, And could not come him selfe, yet he a bande Of thirtie thousand sent, for to withstand My strength: which strength in the fyrst foughten feelde They found so strong, that forst, they al did yeelde.

From Galba then my selfe his shield did get, In golden feelde which had the horse of fame, Euen Pegasus in seemely siluer set, The curious skill of Heraultes there did frame Thasheument true, of auncient Troy by name, Imbordred braue with golden letters thus: Senatus, Populusque Romanus.

Wherewith as one pri••t foorth with good successe▪ A great attempt I quickly did deuise, I ment O Rome, vpon thy walles to presse. It easye seemde to me in my surmise, To commpasse all that I did enterprise. Me thought I could winne al the worlde in haste, But fyrst I ment the Romane state to waste.

I did prepare in euery poynt my powre, I sayld the Seas, I spoyled them of France, I made the Germans and the Lumbartes lowre. Yea good successe did so my state aduance In Italy, such was my luckye chaunce, I did subdue, my souldiers had the spoyle, Of all the chiefest Cities in that soyle.

See here howe Roming Rumor ranne about, See how report did tel a truthlesse tale: For Hannibal the Carthage Duke so stout, Renide, it sayd, woulde once agayn assayle The Roman state, and cause it nowe to quake. Which false Report, did put them in such feare: Cities would yeelde, before my Campe came neare.

His former feates the fuming fancies fed, That doutful now affrighted sore with feare, They tel howe at Trisemenus they sped, In Cannas feeldes how they despoyled were: They hate to tel, they lothe that hap to heare. A bushel there he fyld (most true it is) With golden Ringes Equestri ordinis.

And whilst their mindes on these mishaps do muse, They wishe that nowe good Graccus were not dead. For Fabius, he who wysely would refuse Forthwith to fight, they wish for such a head. Camillus nowe would stand them in great stead. And some with sighes did wishe for Scipio, Them to defend from me there deadly foe.

But as the Lion passente once with feare Gardante, a mouing mollhil did beholde, From whence he thought some wonder would appeare: A little Moule crepte from the mouing mould, Which made the quaking Lion then so bolde, Feare set a side, that he for his delyght, Playd with the Moule, and kilde the strengthlesse wight.

So nowe the campe of Claudius did drawe neare, Where he hym self was Lord cheefe general, Which greatly did delyght my hart to heare, And caused me my Captaynes then to call, To whome I sayde, We two must striue for al The world so wide: which if I chance to winne, Then you your selues haue ample part therein.

Euen whilst I marcht my men in good aray, A corsser post came praunsing in the fielde, Who comming to my Cabbin, thus dyd say, Guidericus, thy friendes at home be kilde, Thy natiue soyle, to forrayne force did yielde, The Romans they haue spoylde thee of eche thing, Thy brother there Aruiragus is kyng.

Which newes although they dyd amaze me much, Yet I whose hart did neuer faynt for feare, Although sayd I their good successe be such, Yet if we can subdue the Romans here, They shal I thinke buy Britayne very deare. Which out of doubt yf you as you haue donne, Will fight like men, the fielde wil soone be wonne.

But they who hilde their wiues and children deare, Could not digest the losse of that their lande, For which they fledde, left me their Chieftayne there. When Claudius host to fight was euen at hande, Whose mightie force I could not then withstande, Yea all my pag••, my footmen fled for feare, And left me post alone, with heauy cheare.

That cruell Queene of hel, Proserpina, From foorth whose loynes this Fury feare first fled, Megeras sighes, no no, nor Medusa, Who hath ten thousand Snakes about her head, The fiery flames of hell doth not so dreade The minde, as feare, which makes mans hart we see, To shake, and quake, like leafe of Aspen tree.

My Martial knyghtes who once so valiant were, That they the worlde, euen al the world would spoyle, This fury fyerce, this feeble fayntyng feare, Did causlesse cause them thus here to recoyle, Her only force inforst me to this soyle, Not Caesars force: no strength of Roman power, But feare, euen feare, dyd make me here to lower.

Which feare (for trueth) dyd neuer me dismaye, But too to soone, my hartlesse men it made To shrinke, to flinche, to flee eche man his way, And me a pray most fit for Claudius blade, They left alone: alas what may be sayde, What may be done, what fittes for mine auayle? I wyl not flee, to fight cannot preuayle.

What, must I then go crouche vnto my foe? Fy on that fate, that I should sue for grace, To hym who is the worker of my woe, Whose hart from foorth his brest for to displace, I gladly woulde ten thousand deathes imbrace. My lyfe (in faith) doth lothe to liue with shame, By death therfore, my lyfe shall purchase fame.

For as I once did winne with courage stout In Galbas shielde, the praunsing Pegasus, So with renowne I nowe will go about To see if Claudius dare the cause discusse With me alone, if couragious Dare do that deed: that we in open feeld M••y try the case, then he or I must yeelde.

And therewithal in armour bright I clad Myne arming swoorde, my Targate I did take, And on my Helme, or Burgonet, I had My royal crowne, and so I dyd forsake The place, whereas my souldiers fled of late, I marcht and met the scoute of Claudius, To whom I dyd addresse my language thus:

The Britayne Kyng is come alone you see, Conduct him then your Emprour to salute, You for your paynes shal gayne a golden fee, For why my grace to Claudius hath a sute. The scurers they al silent mumme and mute, Yet wel appayde of such a princely pray, In hast they dyd to Caesar me conuay.

With ten times twentie thousand men, I met Him marching there, to meete with me but one: To whom I sayde, thy powre is passing great, My force is fled: what, must I then bemone My selfe to thee? not so, but I alone Am come to know with Magnanimitie, If thou dost dare to wrecke thy wrath on me.

The crowne for which so many men be slayne, Thy Galbas shield, with many iewels more, Which vnto me do only appertayne: For in the fielde I wonne them al of yore, And vnto thee I wyl them not restore. If thou, as I, canst winne them with renowne, Then al is thine, both realme and royal crowne.

Why doost thou muse as though thou wert dismayde? Doeth doubtful dreade nowe daunt thy Roman mynde? Faynt not for feare, thou needst not be afrayde, A Britayne borne thy selfe ryght well shalt fynde, I am a man, and not a God by kinde. Wherewith to grounde a golden gauntlet I Dyd cast, and he at last dyd thus reply:

Thou mighty Ioue which hast thy seemely seat, Aboue the sphere of Mars and Mercury, Thy fleshlesse eyes (my tongue can not repeate What syghtes they see) nothing is hid from thee: Thy eyes, the hart, and secrete thoughts doo see, Thou knowest O Ioue, how iust my quarrel is, Which here to proue, thou knowst I compt a blisse

No God thou man? thou art no God in deede, I faynt for feare? and doost thou thus me dare? Thy gauntlet lo to take I doo not dreade, Such courage though I fynde but very rare In pryncely brest: what though? I wil prepare My selfe to feelde, where thou I hope shalt fynde, My selfe alone wyl cause thee curse thy kynd.

To deale with thee I Caesar might disdayne, My tryple Mace dooth rule the worlde you see, Thou subiect art the meanest of the traine, Whom conquest hath compeld to wayte on me: A meaner knyght were meete to match with thee. Yet I my selfe with al my hart doo dayne, To reue thy life, and cause thee to complayne.

Then I whose hart was al beglarde with glee, To Caesar sayd, If fate hath framde my foyle, If now the last of all my lyfe I see, It shal delight that Caesar dyd me spoyle, And that his blade did cause my bloudy broyle. And whilst I ment a longer speache to make, A storme most straunge constraynd the earth to quake.

Straunge sundry sightes, then sodaynly wer seene, The lightsome day was turnde to lothsome night, Then darknesse did affraight me much with feare, The seemly Sunne, did lose her louing lyght: And that which would amaze eche worldly wight, The thundring heauens constraynde the earth to quake, The trees did daunce, the mighty mountes dyd shake.

Haue here myne end, from threatning thunder clap, A burning bolt did pearce my hart with payne, Wherwith I cryed, O Caesar, my mishap Is comne, for whilst I thought thee to haue slayne, Ioues vengeaunce iust hath torne my corps in twayne. This was my end, although some writers say, That Claudius blade did cause my last decay.

To slip at first, such fall hath little foyle, Greate ruth it is to lose a race forerunne, And at the end by slipping suttle soyle, Wagelesse too lose a race too wel begonne, The Turrets top let wise men wisely shunne. Who falles from top, he mercilesse is slayne, Who falles below, can quickly ryse▪ agayne,

I tel this tale who knowledge bought too deare, I could not be content with meane estate. Let them therefore which shal this story heare, So loue the meane, extremitie so hate, That they may liue in blesse without debate. Who is content amidst the meane to dwel, With perfite blysse he onely dooth excell.

With royal rule you Kinges which runne your race, Take heede, beware, flee fancies fonde delight, Ambition blinde wyl moue you to imbrace A thousande euils, disdayne with al your might, Her luring lookes: she me a wretched wyght Transformde, and made with Circes sorcerie, A brutishe beast, and worse if worse may be.

When Thanatos had thus destroyed my dayes, Then due desert my soule to hel conuayde. I fearde not God, his name I did not prayse, But foolishe fate and fortune stil me stayde: For which, with pinching payne I nowe am payde. Fortune I finde is nowe of none auayle, But God is he whose power dooth preuayle.