The garland of good-will divided into three parts : containing many pleasant songs and pretty poems to sundry new notes : with a table to find the names of all the songs / written by T.D.

7. A Song of the banishment of the two Dukes, of Hereford and Norfolk.

TWo Noble Dukes of great Renown, that long had lived in Fame; Through hateful envy were cast down, and brought to sudden shame: The Duke of Hereford was the one, a prudent Prince and wise; 'Gainst whom such malice there was s••own which soon in sight did rise.

The Duke of Norfolk most untrue, declared unto the King, The Duke of Hereford greatly grew, in hatred of each thing: UUhich by his Grace was acted still, against both high and low, Now he had a traytorous will, his State to overthrow.

The Duke of Hereford then in haste, was sent for to the King; And by the Lords in order plac'd, examin'd of each thing: UUho •• ing guiltless of this crime, which was against him laid, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Duke of Norfolk at that time,

these words unto him said.

How can'st thou with a shameless face, deny a truth so stout; And here before his Royal Grace, so falsly face it out? Did not these wicked treasons pass, when we together were; How that the King unworthy was, the Royal Crown to hear?

Wherefore my gracious Lord, quoth he, and you his Noble Peers; To whom I wish long life to be, with many happy years: I do pronounce before you all, this treacherous Lord that's here, A traytor to our Noble King, as time shall shew it clear.

The Duke of Hereford hearing that, in mind was grieved much; And did return this answer flat, which did Duke Norfolk touch: The term of traytor, truthless Duke, in scorn and great disdain; With flat distance to thy face, I do return again.

And therefore if it please your Grace, to grant me leave (quoth he) To Combat with my known Foe, that here accuseth me: I do not doubt but plainly prove, that like a perjur'd Knight, He hath most falsly sought my shame, against all truth and right.

The King did grant this just request, and did there with agree; At Coventry in August next, this Combat fought should be: The Dukes on sturby Steebs full stout, in Coats of Steel most bright; With Spears in Rests, did enter Lists, this Combat flerce to fight.

The King then east his Warden down, commanding them to stay; And with his Lords he councel took, to stint that mortal fray: At length unto these Noble Dukes, the King of ••eraulds came, And unto them with losty speech, this Sentence did proclaim.

Sir Henry Bullingbrook, this day,

the Duke of Hereford here, And Thomas Maubry, Norfolk Duke, so valiant did appear: And having in honourable sort, repaired to this place, Our Noble King for special cause, hath altered thus the case.

First Henry Duke of Hereford, e're fifteen days be past, Shall part the Realm on pain of death, while ten years space doth last And Thomas Duke of Norfolk thou, that hath begun this strife, And therefore no good proof can bring, I say for term of life.

By judgement of our Soveraign Lord, which now in place doth stand, For evermore I vanish thee, out of thy Native Land: Charging thee on pain of death, when fifteen days are past, Thou never tread on English ground, so long as life doth last.

Thus were they sworn before the King, e're they did further pass,

The one should never come in place, whereas the other was; Then both the Dukes with heavy hearts, was parted presently; Their uncouth streams of froward chance, of forreign Lands to try.

The Duke of Norfolk coming then, where he should Shipping take; The bitter tears fell down his cheeks, and thus his moan did make: Now let me sigh and sob my fill, e're I from hence depart; That inward pangs, with speed may burst, my sore afflicted heart.

Ah cursed man! whose loathed life is held so much in scorn, Whose Company is clean despis'd, and left as one forlorn: Now take thy leave and last adieu, of this thy Country dear; Which never more thou must behold, nor yet approach it near. Now happy should I account my self, if death my heart had torn; That I might have my Bones Entombd,

where I was bred and born: Or that by Neptunes wrathful rage, I might be prest to dye: Whilst that sweet Englands pleasant banks, did stand before mine eye.

How sweet a scent hath English ground, within my senses now? How fair unto my outward sight, seems every B••anch and Bough: The fields and flowers, the trees and stones, seem such unto my mind; That in all other Countries ••u••e, the like I shall never find.

O that the Sun with shining face, would stay his steed by strength; That this same day might stretched be, to twenty years in length: And that the true pe••formed Lyve, their hasty course would stay; That Eolus would never yield, to bear me hence away.

That by the fountain of my eyes, the fields might watered be; That I might grave my grievous Plaints, upon each springing tree:

But time I see with Eagles wings, so swift doth flie away; And dusky Clouds begin to dim, the brightness of the day.

The fatal hour it draweth on, the winds and tydes agree; And now sweet England oversoon, I must depart from thee: The Marriners have hoised Sails, and call to catch me in; And now in woful heart I feel, my torments to begin.

Wherefore farewel for evermore, sweet England unto thee; But farewell all my Friends, which I again shall never see: And England here I kiss thy ground, upon my bended knee, Whereby to shew to all the world, how dearly I love thee.

This being said, away he went, as Fortune did him guide, And at the length with grief of heart, in Venice there he dy'd: The Noble Duke in doleful sort,

did lead his life in France, And at the last, the mighty Lord did him full high advance.

The Lord of England afterwards, did send for him again; While that King Richard at the Wars, in Ireland did remain: Who brought the vile and great abuse, which through his deeds did spring; Deposed was, and then the Duke was truly Crowned King.

FINIS.