Duke Humfrey to Elinor
ME thinks thou should'st not doubt, I could forget
Her whom so many doe remember yet;
No, no, our ioyes away like shadowes slide,
But sorrowes firme, in memory abide;
Nay I durst answere, thou doo'st nothing lesse,
But moou'd with passion, vrg'd by thy distresse;
No Elnor no, thy wooes, thy greefe, thy wrong,
Haue in my breast beene resident too long;
Oh when report in euery place had spred,
My Elnor was to sanctuarie fled,
with cursed Onley, and the vvitch of Eye,
As guilty, of their vile conspiracie;
The dreadfull spirits, when they did inuocate,
For the succession,, and the Realmes estate;
vvhen Henries Image, they in waxe had wrought,
By which he should vnto his death be brought;
That as his picture did consume away,
His person so, by sicknes should decay;
Griefe that before, could nere my thoughts controule,
That instant tooke possession of my soule.
Ah would to God I could forget thine ill,
As for mine owne, let that instruct me still;
But that before hath taken too sure hold,
Forget it said I; would to God I could.
Of any woe, if thou hast but one part,
I haue the whole remaining in my hart;
I haue no neede of others cares to borrow,
For all I haue, is nothing else but sorrow.
No my sweet Nell, thou took'st not all away,
Though thou went'st hence, here still thy woes doe stay,
Though from thy husband thou wert forst to goe,
Those still remaine, they will not leaue me so;
No eye bewailes my ill, moanes my distresse,
Our greefe is more, but yet our debt is lesse;
vve owe no teares, no mourning daies are kept;
For those that yet for vs haue neuer wept;
vve hold no obijts, no sad exequies
Vpon the death-daies of vnweeping eyes.
Alas good Nell, what should thy patience moue,
T'vpbraid thy kind Lord, with a forraine loue;
Thou might'st haue bidd all former ils adue,
Forgot the old, we haue such store of new.
Did I omit thy loue to entertaine
vvith mutuall griefe to answere griefe againe?
To bandy woe for woe, and teare for teare?
Did I omit, or carelesly neglect,
Those shewes of loue, that Ladies so respect?
In mournefull blacke, was I not seene to goe?
By outward shewes to tell my inward woe:
Nor drerie words, were wasted in lament,
Nor clowdy brow, bewraid my discontent,
Is this the cause, if this be it, know then,
One griefe conceal'd, more grieuous is then ten?
If in my breast those sorrowes sometimes were,
And neuer vtter'd, still they must be there,
And if thou know'st, they many were before,
By time increasing, they must needs be more;
England to me, can challenge nothing lent,
Let her cast vp, what is receiu'd, what spent,
If I her owne, can she from blame be free,
If she but proue, a stepdame vnto me?
That if I should, with that proud bastard striue,
To plead my birth-right and prerogatiue;
If birth alow, I should not need to feare it,
For then my true nobility should beare it;
If counsell ayde, that, Fraunce will tell (I know)
vvhose townes lie wast before the English foe;
vvhen thrice we gaue the conquered French the foyle,
At Agincourt, at Crauant, and Vernoyle,
If faith auaile, these armes did Henry hold,
To claime his crowne, yet scarcely nine month's old.
If Countries care haue leaue to speake for me,
Gray haires in youth, my witnes then may be,
If peoples tongues giue splendor to my fame,
They adde a title to Duke Humfreys
If toyle at home, French treason, English hate,
Shall tell my skill in managing the state,
If forraine trauell my successe may try,
In Flaunders, Almaine, Boheme, Burgundy,
That Robe of Rome, proud Beuford now doth weare,
In euery place such sway should neuer beare.
The crosier staffe, in his imperious hand,
To be the Scepter that controules the land;
That home to England, despensations drawes,
vvhich are of power to abrogate our lawes,
That for those sums, the wealthy Church should pay,
Vpon the needie Commentie to lay,
His ghostly counsels onely doe aduise,
The meanes how Langleys progenie may rise,
Pathing young Henries vnaduised waies,
A Duke of Yorke from Cambridge house to raise,
vvhich after may our title vndermine,
Grafted since Edward, in Gaunts famous line
Vs of succession falfely to depriue,
vvhich they from Clarence, fainedly deriue,
Knowing the will old Cambridge euer bore,
To catch the wreath that famous Henrie wore.
VVith Gray, and Scroope, when first he laid the plot
From vs, and ours, the garland to haue got,
As from the march-borne Mortimer to raigne,
vvhose title Glendour stoutly did maintaine,
vvhen the proud Percies, haughtie March and he,
Had shar'd the Land by equall parts in three.
His Priesthood now sterne Mowbray doth restore,
To stir the fire that kindled was before;
To steele the poynt of Norfolks sturdie Launce,
Vpon the brest of Herfords issue bent,
In iust reuenge of auncient banishment.
He doth aduise to let our prisoner goe,
And doth enlarge the faithlesse Scottish foe,
Giuing our heires in marriage, that their dowres
May bring inuasion vpon vs and ours.
Ambitious Suffolke so the helme doth guide,
vvith Beufords damned policies supplide
He and the Queene in counsell still confer,
How to raise him who hath aduanced her;
But my deare hart, how vainely do I dreame,
And flie from thee, whose sorrowes are my theam•
My loue to thee, and England thus deuided,
vvhich the most part, how hard to be decided,
Or thee, or that, to whether I am loth,
So neere are you, so deere vnto me both,
Twixt that and thee, for equall loue I finde,
England ingratefull, and my Elnor kinde.
But though my Country, iustly I reproue,
For Countries sake, vnkinde vnto my loue,
Yet is thy Humfrey to his Elnor, now
As when fresh beautie triumph'd on thy brow,
As when thy graces I admired most,
Or of thy fauours might the frankli'st boast;
Those beauties were so infinite before,
That in abundance I was onely poore,
Or which though time hath taken some againe,
I aske no more but what doth yet remaine,
Be patient gentle hart, in thy distresse,
Thou art a Princesse, not a whit the lesse.
VVhilst in these breasts we beare about this life,
I am thy husband, and thou art my wife;
Cast not thine eye on such as mounted be,
But looke on those cast downe as low as we;
For some of them which proudly pearch so hie,
Ere long shall come as low as thou or I.
They weepe for ioy, and let vs laugh in woe,
vve shall exchange when heauen will haue it so.
VVe mourne, and they in after time may mourne,
vvoe past, may once laugh present woe to scorne,
And worse then hath beene, we can ne•er •ast,
vvorse cannot come, then is already past.
In all extreames, the onely depth of ill,
Is that which comforts the afflicted still;
Ah would to God thou would'st thy grie••s denie,
And on my backe let all the burthen lie.
Or if thou canst resigne, make thine mine owne,
Both in one carridge to be vndergone,
Till we againe our former hopes recouer,
And prosperous times, blow these misfortunes ouer,
For in the thought of those forepassed yeeres,
Some new resemblance of old ioy appeares.
Mutuall our care, so mutuall be our loue,
That our affliction neuer can remoue,
So rest in peace, where peace hath hope to liue,
vvishing thee more, then I my selfe can giue.
Notes of the Chronicle Historie.
At Agincourt, at Crauant, and Vernoyle,
THe three famous battels, fought by the English men in Fraunce:
Agincourt by Henry the fift, against the whole power of Fraunce,
Grauant fought by Mountacute, Earle of Salisburie, and the Duke of
Burgoyne, against the Dolphine of Fraunce, & William Stuart, Con∣stable
of Scotland: Vernoyle, fought by Iohn Duke of Bedford, a∣gainst
the Duke of Alanson, and with him most of the Nobilitie of
Fraunce, Duke Humfry an especiall Counsellour in all these expedi∣tions.
In Flaunders, Almaine, Boheme, Burgundie.
Heere remembring the auncient amitie which in his Embassics he
concluded betwixt the King of England and Sigismond Emperour of
Almaine, drawing the Duke of Burgoyne into the same league, gy∣uing
himselfe as an hostage for the Duke of Saint Omers, while the
Duke came to Calice to confirme the league. With his many othe•
imployments to forraine kingdoms.
That crosier staffe in his imperious hand.
Henry Beuford, Cardinall of Winchester, that proude and haughty
Prelate, receiued his Cardinals ha•te at Calice by the Popes Legate,
which dignitie, Henry the fift his nephewe, forbad him to take vpon
him, knowing his haughtie and malicious spirit vnfit for that robe
The meanes how Langleys progenie may rise.
As willing to shew the house of Cambridge to bee descended of
Edmund Langley Duke of York, a yonger brother to Iohn of Gaunt,
his Grandfather (as much as in him lay) to smother the title that the
Yorkists made to the crowne (from L•onell of Clarence, Gaunts•l∣der
brother) by the daughter of Mortimer.
His priesthood now; sterne Mowbray
Noting the ancient grudge betweene the house of Lancaster and
Norfolke, euer since Mowbray Duke of Norfolke was banished for
the accusation of Henry Duke of Herford, (after the King of Eng∣land
Father to Duke Humfry,) which accusation he came as a Com∣batant,
to haue made good in the Lists at Couentry.
And giues our heiresin marriage that their dowers.
Iames Stuart, King of Scots, hauing beene long prisoner in Eng∣land,
was released, and tooke to wife the daughter of Iohn Duke of
Sommerset, sister to Iohn Duke of Somerset, nee•e to the Cardinall
and the Duke of Excester, and Cosin germaine remou'd to the king,
this King broke the oath he had taken, and became after a great ene∣mie