The battaile of Agincourt Fought by Henry the fift of that name, King of England, against the whole power of the French: vnder the raigne of their Charles the sixt, anno Dom. 1415. The miseries of Queene Margarite, the infortunate wife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt. Nimphidia, the court of Fayrie. The quest of Cinthia. The shepheards Sirena. The moone-calfe. Elegies vpon sundry occasions. By Michaell Drayton, Esquire.

THE MISERIES OF QVEENE MARGARITE.

I Sing a woman, and a powerfull Queene, Henry the Sixt, the King of Englands Wife, The beautious Margarite, whose misgouern'd spleene So many sorrowes brought vpon her life▪ As vpon womans neuer yet were seene, In the beginning of that fatall strife, (Th'••nlucky season) when the Yorkists saught, To bring the Line of Lancaster to naught.

It was the time of those great stirres in France, Their ancient Right that th'English had regain'd, By the proud French attributing to chance, What by meere Manhood stoutly ours obtain'd, Their late-falne Ensignes labour'd to aduance, The Streets with blood of either Nation stain'd: These striue to hold, those to cast off the yoake, Whilst forts, & towns flew vp to heauen in smoke

The neighboring Princes greatly pittying the•• The Christian blood in that long quarrel shed, Which had d••••••ur'd such multitudes of m••n. 〈…〉〈…〉 the full a••th could scarsely keepe he•• dead; Yet for ••ach English of her Nat•••••••• ten: In zeale to 〈…〉〈…〉 these neighbouring Princes l••d▪ At Tours in Tourayne set them downe a Dyet, (Could it •••• don••▪ these clamorous fi••uds to quiet▪

From th'Emperour there Am〈…〉〈…〉e, The Kings of Denmarke, Hungary, and Spayne, And that each thing the ••p••ly might cont••iue, And both the King there largely might complaine, The Duke of O••l••ance for the French doth striue, To show his grie••a••ce; William Poole againe, The Earle of Suffolke do••h ••o•• England st••••d, Who st••er'd the state then ••i•••• a powerful hand

For eighteene moneths they ratifie a peace, Tw••xt these proud Real••s▪ which Suffolk doth pur∣sue With al his powers, with hope stil to encrease, The same expir'd, that it should soone renew, For by his meanes if so th•• wars might cease, ••e had a plot of which they neuer knew, To his intent, if all things went aright, Heele make the dull world to admire his might,

For hauing seene faire Margarite in France, (that tim's brightst beauty) being then but yong, Her piercing eyes with many a subtill glance, His mighty heart so for••ibly had stung,

As made him thinke if that he could aduarce, This nortall wonder, onely that among, His rising Fortunes should the greatest proue, If to his Queene, he could aduance his loue,

Her eyes at all points Arm'd with those deceits, That to her sexe are naturall euery way, Which vvith more Art, she as inticing baits, For this great Lord doth with aduantage lay, As he againe that on her bosome waits, Had found that there, which could he come to sway He would put faire as euer man did yet, Vpon the height of Fortunes wh••ele to sit.

Loue and Ambition spurre h•••• in such sort, As that (alone t'accomplish h•••• desire, To fall with Phaeton he would thinke it sport, Though he should set the Vnl••••••s•• on ••ire, Nor recks he what the world of him report, He must scorne that, who will dare to aspier, For through the aire his wings him way shal make Though in his fall the frame of heauen he shake.

Reyner descended from the Royall stem Of France, the Duke of An••o••, stiled King Of Naples, Cicil, and Ierusalem, Although in them he had not any thing, But the poore title of a Diadem; Seing by Suffolke greater hopes to spring; Puts on his Daughter that great Lord to please, Of Englands Counsailes who kept all the keyes.

But strange encounters strongly him oppose, In his first entrance to this great Designe, Those men were mighty that against him rose, And came vpon him with a Countermine, That he must now play cunningly, or lose▪ Cunning they were against him that combine, Plot aboue plot, doth straine aloft to tower▪ The conflict great, twixt pollicy and power,

For Humfrey Duke of Gloster, stil'd the good, Englands Protector sought a match to make, ••••th a faire Princesse, of as Royal blood, The Daughter of the Earle of Arminake, And h•••• crown'd Nephew▪ but stout Suffolke stood▪ Still for his Mistresse, nor will her forsake, But make her Henryes Queene in spight of all: Or she shall rise, or Suffolke sweares to fall.

By the French faction when she vp is cryde; Of all Angellique excellence the Prime, Who was so dull that her not Deifide, To be the onely Master-piece of time: The prayse of her extended is so wide, As that thereon a man to heauen might clime: All tongues and eares inchanted with delite, When they doe talke, or heare of Margarite.

And those whom Poole about his Prince had plac'd And for his purpose taught the tricks of Court, To this great King, and many a time had grac'd, To make his eares more apt for their report,

••auing the time most diligently trac'd, ••nd saw these things successiuely to sort: Strike in a hand and vp together beare, To make faire Margarite Musicke in his eare.

Aniou a Dutchy, Mayne a Countrey great, Of which the English long had beene possest▪ ••nd Mauns a city of no small receite, ••o which the Duke pretended interest: ••or the conclusion▪ when they came to treate, ••nd things by Poole were to the vtmost prest, Are to Duke Reyner reudred vp to hold, To buy a Hellen, thus a Troy was sold.

When of an Earle, a Marquesse Poole is made, ••hen of a Marquesse is a Duke created, ••or he at east in Fortunes lap was layd, ••o glorious actions wholly consecrated: Hard was the thing that he could not perswade, ••n the Kings fauour he was so instated; Without his Suffolke who could not subsist, So that he ruled all things as he list.

This with a strong astonishment doth strike, ••h'amazed world which knew not what to say, What liuing man but did the act mislike, ••f him it did not vtterly dismay, ••hat what with blood was bought at push of pike, Got in an age, giu'n in an houre away: Some largely speake, and some againe are dumbe, Wōdring what would of this strāge world become

As when some dreadfull Comet doth appeare, Athwart th•• h•• a••ē tha•• throws his threatning light The peaceful people that at quiet were, Stand with wild g••z••s wond'ring at the sight, Some War, some Pl••gues, so〈…〉〈…〉 fa••••in greatly feare▪ Some falls of Kingdomes, or of 〈…〉〈…〉 of mig••t: The grieued people thus their iudgements spend Of these strange Actions what should be the end▪

When Suffolke Procurator for the King, Is s••••p'd for France, t'••spouse the beautious Bride▪ And fitted to the full of euery thing▪ Followed with Englands Gallant••y and pride, (As fresh as is the brauery of the Spring) Comming to Towers, there sumpt••o••sl▪ affide: This one, whose like no age had seene before, Whose eyes out-shone the Iewels that she wore

Her reucrent Parents ready in the place, As one••ioy'd this happy day to s••e, The King and Queene the Nuptials there to grace▪ On them three Dukes as then attend••nts be, Seuen Earles 〈…〉〈…〉 Barrons in their ••qu••pace, And twenty Bishops▪ wh•••••••• that onely she, Like to the Ro•••• morning towards the rise, Cheeres all the Church, as it doth cheere the ski••••

T••••umpha••l A••ches the glad Towne doth raise, And s••lts and Tur••••ys are 〈…〉〈…〉 at Court, Conceited Masks, 〈…〉〈…〉 Banq••e••s, witty playes, 〈…〉〈…〉 them many a pretty sport,

••o••ts write Prothalamions in their praise, ••ntill mens eares were cloyd with the report, Of either sexe, and who doth not delight, To weare the Daysie for Queene Margarite.

The Tryumphs ended, he to England goes With this rich Gem allotted him to keepe, 〈…〉〈…〉ill entertained with most sumptuous showes, ••n passing thorough Normandy to Di••pe▪ Where like the Sea the concourse dayly flowes, ••or her departure whilst sad France doth weepe: And that the ships their crooked Anchors waide, By which to England she must be conuayd.

And being fitted both for Winde and Tide, Out of the Harbour flyes this goodly Fleet, ••nd for faire Portsmouth their straight course they plyd, Where the King stayd his louely Bride to meete; ••onder she comes when as the people cryd, Busie with Rush••s strev••ing euery streete, The brainelesse Vulgar little vnderstand, The Horrid plagues that ready were to La••d.

Which but to soone all-seeing heauen foretold, For shee was scarsely safely put a Shore, ••••t that the skies (ô wondrous to behold) Orespred with lightning hideously doth rore, The furious winds with one another scold, Neuer such Tempests had beene seene before, With sudden floods whose villages were drown'd Steeples with earthquaks tumbled to the ground.

VVHē to their purpose thīgs to pass wer broght And these two braueābitious spirits wer me The Queene and Duke now frame their working though Into their hād•• the Soueraignty to get: For soon they found the King could not be wrought Vp to their ends, nature so low had set, His humble heart; that what they would obtaine Tis they must do'••, by collour of his Raigne.

And for they found the grieued commons grutc•• A•• this which Suffolke desperately had done, Who for the Queene had parted with so much, Thereby yet nothing to the Realme had wonne, And those that spur'd the people on, were such, As to oppose them openly begunne; Therefore by them some great ones down must go Which if they mist of, they themselues must so▪

Yorke then which had the Regency in France, They force the King, ignobly to displace, Thereto the Duke of Summerset t'aduance, Their friend, and one of the Lancastrian Race; For they betwixt them turnd the wheele of Chan•••• Tis they cry vp tis they that doe abase, He's the first man they purpos'd to remoue, The onely Minion of the peoples loue.

This opened wide the publike way whereby, Ruine rusht in vpon the troubled Land, Vnder whose weight it hapned long to lye, Quite ouerthrowne with their il-guiding hand;

For their Ambition looking ouer-hie, Could in no measure aptly vnderstand, Vpon their heads the danger that they drew, Whose force too soone, they, and their faction knew

For whilst this braue Prince was imploid abroad, Th'affaires of France his minde vp wholly tooke, But being thus disburthen'd of that load, Which gaue him leave into himselfe to looke, The course he ranne in, euidently show'd, His late Allegeance that he off had shooke, And vnder hand his Title set on foote, To plucke their Red-Rose quite vp by the roote,

Thus hauing made a Regent of their owne, By whom they meane great matters to effect, For by degrees, they will ascend the throane, And but their owne all ayde they else neglect, As with a tempest he to ground is blowne, On whom their rage doth any way reflect; Which good Duke Humfrey first of all must taste Whose timelesse death intemperately they haste.

This Henryes Vncle, and his next of blood, Was both Protector of the Realme, and King, Whose meekenesse had instiled him the Good, Of most especiall trust in euery thing; One to his Country constantly that stood, As Time should say, I foorth a man will bring, So plaine and honest, as on him Ile rest, The age he liu'd in, as the onely best▪

This graue Protector who both Realms had sway Whilst the Kings nonage his sound counsels crau'•• In his great wisedome when he throughly way'd, How this French Lady here her selfe behau'd, To make her Game againe, how Suffolke play'd, The Realmes from ruine, hoping to haue sau'd, Lost his deare life within a little space. Which ouerthrew the whole Lancastrian race▪

This Prince▪ who still dar'd stoutly to oppose, Those whom be sawe▪ all but their owne to hate, Then found the league o his inueterate soes, To come vpon him wi••h the power of Fate, And things to that extremitie still rose, The certaine signe of the declining State, As that their Faction euery day grew strong, Perceiu'd his vertues like to suffer wrong.

Fierce Margarits malice propt with mighty me Her darling Suffolke, who her forward drew, Proud Sommerset of France the Regent then, And Buckingham his power too well that knew, The Cardinall Bewfort, and with him agen, Yorks great Arch-Prelate, to make vp the crue, By accusations doing all their best, From the good Duke all Gouernment to wrest▪

Who then compell the peacefull King to call, Parliament their grieuances to heare, 〈…〉〈…〉 the Duke that to inforce his fall, 〈…〉〈…〉y might haue something that might Collour be••••

••ut then they doubt his answere, and withall, ••he murmuring people they farre more doe feare, As their owne liues, who lou'd him, therefore they, Must cast to make him secretly away,

And therefore with the Parliament proceed, ••aint▪ Edmunds-bury the appointed place, Whereas they ment to doe the fatall deed, Which with much quicknesse should decide the case The cruell manner soone they had de••reed, And to the Act they hasten them apace, On this good Prince their purpose ro effect, Then, when the people nothing should suspect.

No sooner was this great assembly met, ••ut the high Marshall doth the Duke arrest, And on his person such a guard they set, That they of him were certainely possest, His seruants were from their attendance lett, And either sent to prison or supprest; So that their Lord lef•• in this piteous plight, Lay'd in his bed, was strangled in the night.

Then giue they out, that of meere griefe he dyde, To couer what they cruell, had done, But this blacke deede, when once the day discride, The frantique people to his Lodging runne, ••ome rayle, some curse, yea little children chide, Which forc'd that faction the faire streets to shun, Some wish proud Suffolke sunke into the ground, Somebid a plague the cruell Queene confound.

Thus their Ambition would not let them see, How by his death they hastened their decay▪ Nor let them know that this was only he, Who kept the Yorkists euermore at bay, But of this man they must the murtherers be, Vpon whose life their safety onely lay, But his deare blood, them nothing could suffice, When now began Queene Margarites Miserie••▪

In either Kingdome all things went to wracke▪ Which they had thought they could haue made to thi〈…〉〈…〉 His noble Coūsells when they came to lacke, Which could them with facility contriue, Nor could they stay them in their going backe, One mischiese still another doth reuiue; As heauen had sent an host of horrors out: Which all at once incompast them about.

Out flie the Irish, and with sword and fire, Vnmercied hauocke of the English made, They discontented here at home conspire, To stirre the Scot the borders to inuade: The faithlesse French then hauing their desire, To see vs thus in Seas of troubles wade, In euery place outragiously rebell, As out of France the English to expell.

The sturdy Normans with high pride in flamd, Shake off the yoke of thei•• subi••ction quite. Nor will with patience heare the English nam'd, Except of those that speake of them in spight,

But as their foes them publikely proclaim'd, And their Alyes to open Armes excite; In euery place thus Englands right goes downe, Nor will they leaue the English men a Towne.

New-castle, Constance, Maleon, and Saint lo, With Castel-Galliard, Argenton, and Roane, P••nteu-de-mer with Forts and Cities moe, Then which that Country stronger holds had none, Set ope their gates and bad the English goe, For that the French should then p••s••••sse their owne, And to the Armies vp the Forts they yeeld, And turne the English out into the Field.

And that great Earle of Arminacke againe, A puistant peere, and mighty in estate, Vpon iust cause, who tooke in high disdaine, To haue his Daughter so repudiate, (His countreys bordering vpon Aquitane,) Pursues the English nation with such hate, As that he entred with his Armed powers, And from that Dutchy, draue all that was o••rs,

Th'inraged commons ready are to rise, Vpon the Regent, to his charge and layd, That from his slacknesse and base cowardize, These Townes were lost, by his neglect of ayde, Then follow Suffolke with confused cryes, With Maine, and Aniou, and doe him ••pbrayd, And vow his life shall for their losses pay, Or at the stake their goods and liues to lay.

In th'open Session and Articulate, S••uen ••••uerall Treasons vrg'd against them both, As most p〈…〉〈…〉tious members of the State, Which was confirmed by the commons oath, So that the King who sa〈…〉〈…〉 the peoples hate, (In his owneselfe though he were very loath) ••o both the houses la••••ly doth assent, To ••et on Suffolke fiue yeares banishment.

His Soueraigne Lady Suffolke thus must leaue, And she her seruant to her soule so deare, Yet must they both conceale what they conceiue, Which they would ••ot if any h••lpe there were, Yet of all comfort they c••nnot bereaue, Her, but his hope her pensiue h••art doth cheere, That he in France shall haue his most resort, And liue securely in her Fathers Court.

His mighty minde nor can this doome molest, But kicks the earth in a disda••n••full scorne, If any thing do corrosiue his brest I•• was, that he was in base England borne, He curst the King and Kingdome, but he blest, The Queene, but if in any thing forlorne, Twas that he should her happ•• presence misse, The endlesse Summe of all his earthly bl••sse▪

His Sentence scarse in Parliament had past, But that the rascall multitude arise, Plucke downe his houses, lay his Lordships wast, And search how they his person may surprize,

That he from England instantly must hast, Coue••'d by night, or by some strange disguise, And to some small Port secretly retyre, And there some poore Boate for his passage hire,

From Harwitch Hauen, and embarqu'd for France, As he for Callice his straight course doth steere, ••O here behold a most disastrous chance,) A man of Warre the Seas that scoured there, One at his actions that still look't asc••nce, And to this Duke did deadly hatred beare, After a long chase tooke this little Cra••e, Which he suppos'd him safely should conuay.

And from the fisher taking him by force, He vnder Hatches straightly him bestow'd, And towards his country steering on his course, He runnes his vessell into Douer roade, Where rayling on him without all remorse, Him from the ship to all the people show••••, And when no more they could the Duke de••••••e, They cut his head off on the Cock-boat-side.

SVffolke thus dead and Summerset disgrac'd, His title Yorke more freely might preferre, The Commons loue, when cunningly to taste, Lest ouerweening he perhaps might erre,) He first subbornes a villane that imbrac'd, The Nobler name of March borne Mortimer, Which in the title of the house of Yorke, Might set the monstrous multitude a worke,

His name was Cade, his natiue country Kent, Who, though of birth, and in estate but poore, Yet for his courage he was eminent, (Which the wise Duke well vnderstood before,) He had a minde was of a large extent, The signe whereof on his bould brow he bore, Sterne of behauiour, and of body strong, Witty, well spoken, cautilous, though yong.

But for th•• Duke his title must deriue, Out of the blood which beare that honored name, Therefore must cast and cunningly contriue, To see how people relished the same, And if he found it fortuned to thriue, Then at the marke he had a further ayme, To show himselfe his title good to make, And raise him friends and power, his part to take

All opposition likewise to preuent, The crafty Duke his meaning doth conceale, And Cade doth rise t'informe the gouernment, And base abuses of the Publique Weale, To which he knew the commons would consent, Which otherwise his Treason might reueale: Which rightly tooke, for by this collour hee, Drew twenty thousand on his part to be.

From Sussex, Surry, and from Kent that rose, Whom hope of spoyle doth to this Act perswade, Which still increase his Army as it goes, And on Blacke Heath his Rendauous he made,

Where in short time it to that vastnesse growes, ••s it at once the Kingdome would inuade, And he himselfe the Conquest could assure, Of any power King Henry could procure.

And did in fight that generall force defeate, Sent by the King that Rebell to pursue, When vnder collour of a fram'd retreat, He made as though he from the Army flew, The slaughter of the souldiers must be great, When he those Staffords miserably slew, Captaines select and chosen by the Queene, To lead the powers that should haue wreakt her teene.

When for a Siege he to the city came, Assaults the Bridge with his emboldned power, And after oft repulsed takes the same, Makes himselfe Master of the towne and Tower, Doing such things as might the Deuill shame, Destroyes Records, and Virgines doth deflower, Robs, ransacks, spoyles, and after all this stirre, Lastly beheaded the Lord Treasurer,

These things by Yorke being plotted vnderhand, Wise as he was, as one that had not knowne, Ought of these Treasons, hasts to Ireland, To tame those Kerne, rebellious that were growne, He knew it was not in the barren Sand, That he this subtill poysonous seed had sowne, Which came it on (as very well it might) It would make way for his pretended right.

Whilst these rebellions are in England broac••d, As though the Fa••es should enujo••sly conspire, Our vtter Ruine; which too fast approacht, About our eares, was Aquitaine a fire, Their Conquest so vpon our Townes incroach't, That Charles the French King then had his desire. To see these troubles tyre vs here within, That he the whilst in France from vs might winn••

To add to Margarites miseries againe, Talbot in France so brauely that had done: Who many a yeere had aw'd proud Aquitaine, And many a Fort, and famous Battaile wonne, At Shatiloon (O endlesse griefe) was slaine, With the Lord Lyle his ouer valiant Sonne, When all the Townes that he had got before, Yeelded, nor would for England be no more,

Yorke in the nike from Ireland comming in, Finding the Kingdome cumbred in this wise, Thinks with himselfe twere time he did begin, But by no meanes he gainst the King must rise, O such a thought in any man were sinne, But that he would proud Summerset surprise, Yet wāting strēgth gainst the whole state to stand He beares his businesse with a moderate hand,

And first to mighty Salsbury doth sue, And his sonne Warwicke, and doth them intreate, With equall eyes they would be pleas'd to view, His rightfull Title: these two Neuils great,

•••• power, and with the people, whom he knew, Deadly the Duke of Somerset to hate, By his large offers he doth winne at last, In his iust quarrell to cleaue to him fast.

Thus his Ambition hauing strongly back't, With these two fatall firebrands of Warre; To his desires, there very little lackt, He and the Earles all three so popular, To aduance himselfe he no occasion slackt, ••or nought he sees him from his ends to barre, Tis no small tempest that he needs to feare, Whom two such Collumnes vp betwixt thē beare.

And by their strengths encourag'd doth not sticke The others actions boldly to o'relooke, And for the season that the King was sicke, Vpon himselfe the Regency he tooke, ••or now his hopes vpon him came so thicke, His entrance doores from off the hinges shooke, ••e with a nodde the Realme seem'd to direct, Who's he but bow'd, if this great Prince but beckt

And in the Queenes great chamber doth arest, Great Summerset, and sendeth him to ward, And all his followers suddenly supprest, Such was the number of his powerfull guard, With the proud Queene, this Prince as proud con∣tests ••or for her frowne one friend of hers he spar'd, Lucks on his side, while such stand by to bett, Heel'e throw at all that any one dares set,

THe Queen who saw, which way the factiō we And that these wrongs must stil reflect on he The Duke of Yorke to her destruction bent, Thought with her selfe it was full time to stirre, And if his plots she euer would preuent, Must with the wisest of her friends conferre, Their busie braynes and must together beate, To lessen him▪ like else to grow too great.

His pride a while yet patiently endure, The Kings▪ recouery only to attend, Of which themselues they hardly could assure, Who once they thought had hastned to his end, But when they found his Physicke to procure, His former health, then doth the Queene extend, Her vtmost strength, to let the world to know, Queene Margarite yet must not be mastred so,

With smiles and kisses when she woes the King That of his place the Duke he would discharge, Which being done, the next especiall thing, She doth the Duke of Summerset inlarge, And him of Callice giues the gouerning, Whither his friends she caus'd him to imba••dge, Doubting the loue and safeguard of the Towne, Thus doth the Queen turne al things vpside dow••

Which so incenst the angry Duke to ire, With those two Earles vpon his part that take, Kindling in all that fierce reuenge full fire, Which the deare blood of Summerset must slake,

〈…〉〈…〉at into Wales they instantly retire: 〈…〉〈…〉nd in the Marches vp an Army make, And there by Oath were to each other tyde, By dint of sword the quarrell to decide.

And whilst these Lords be busied in the West, Of March-men mustring a rebelling Band, ••enry againe his Southerne people prest: ••nd settles there their forces to withstand: Then Bowes and Bills were only in request: ••uch rage and madnesse doth possesse the Land, Set vpon spoyle, on either part they were, Whilst the Weale▪ publique they in pieces teare.

On either part when for this Warre prepard, ••pon their March they at Saint Albans met, Where drums and Ensignes one the other dar'd, Whilst they in order their Battalions set, ••nd with his fellow euery souldier shar'd, Brauely resolu'd to death to pay his debts: When if that euer horrour did appeare, On th' English earth, it certainely was there,

That day the Queenes-lou'd Sommerset was slaine There tooke the stout Northumberland his end: There Staffords bloud the pauement did distaine: There Clifford fell, King Henryes constant friend, The Earle of Warwicke who brought on the Mayne: All downe before him to pale Death doth send, Antwessell, Bapthorpt, Zouch, and Curwen, all, King Henryes friends before the Yorkists fall,

Whilst this distressed miserable King, Amazed with such fury of the fight, And perill still his person menacing: His liuing friends inforc't to take their flight, He as a needlesse and neglected thing▪ In a poore Cottage hides him out of sight: Who found by Yorke was as a prisoner led, Though with milde words the Duke him coforted

And of his person being thus possest They in his name a Parliament procure, For with his Regall power they will inuest Themselues, supposing to make all things sure, That if their violent actions should be prest, In after time they better might endure, The censuring, the worst, and so preuent, To show them done by Act of Parliament,

And cause the King to take into his hands, What to the Crowne did anciently pertaine, Besides all Honors▪ Offices and Lands, Granted since the beginning of his Raigne; And not a Fee, though ••e'r so little stands; And are call'd in, and let who will complaine, And all his friends from counsaile are remou'd, None must sit there, but those of them belou'd,

The silly King a sipher set aside▪ What was in him, that in great Yorke was not▪ Amongst themselues all places they diuide, And to be Chancellor Salsbury hath got,

Hee is the man must take the Law to guide, And Callice falls to warlike Warwickes lot, And not a man at these must looke awry. They make an Act their acts to iustifie.

This done the Duke had more to doe then this, Something it seem'd more secretly to lurke, In which such power (though from appearance) is, As yet once more would fret the Duke of Yorke, And let him know, he of his ends might misse; For now the Queene doth set her wits to worke. To play the Game that must renowne her skill, And shew the Law that rested in her will.

And from the roote of Summerset late slaine, Another stem to stand for her arose, Henry for Edmond▪ of his Fathers straine, (One of whose life she knew she could dispose) Of a strong iudgement, and a working braine, Great Buckingham and Excester are those, She meanes to worke by, and by these restore, Her to that height from whence she fell before.

These were the men to whom shee trusted most, To whom that faction much despight had done, For at Saint Albans Summerset had lost, His loued Sire, and Buckingham his Sonne: And Excester pursude from Coast to Coast; From them enforc'd to Sanct'ary to runne: Fetcht thence by them▪ and to cold Pumfret sent, And in a dungeon miserably pent.

Equall in enuie, as in pride and power, With eu'ry ayde to their disignement fraught, Taking their turnes at eu'ry fitting houre; They on the Kings much easinesse so wrought, As that they seem'd him wholly to deuoure, Vntill to passe their purposes they brought, Lifting vp still his spirit that was so poore, Once more to doe as he had done before.

For which at Greenewich he a Councell held, Where with th'opinion of those friends supplide, Those three which late with glorious titles sweld, Are from their seu'rall places put aside; Yet more to seeke their safety are compeld, At this prodigious turning of the tide: For now the wind was strangely come about, And brings them in who lately were shut out.

The cruell Queene and cunningly had cast, At Couentry to cause them to appeare, With shew to pardon all that had beene past, If they (but then) would their Allegiance sweare▪ Which had they done, that day had beene their last For she had plotted to destroy them there: Of which forewarnd, immediatly they fled, Which then their safety only promised.

Yet whilst one wrong, thus from another rose, Twixt them at last a meeting was ordain'd, All former strife and quarrels to compose, Which but too long betwixt them had remain'd,

Which to the world though handsomely it showes, Yet in plaine truth, all was but meerely fain'd, To outward seeming, yet are perfect friends, "But diuelish folke, haue still their diuelish ends.

And in procession solemnly they goe, In generall ioy one smiling on the other, A Yorkist and Lancastrian make vp two, Enuie and mallice, brother, like to brother, ••n mind farre sundred, although coupled so, Bloody reuenge, and in their brests they smother; Ill's the procession (and fore runs much losse,) "Wherein men say, the Deuill beares the Crosse.

These Rites of peace religiously perform'd, To all mens thinking the enraged Queene, At Warwicks greatnesse inwardly yet storm'd, ▪Which euery day still more and more was seene,) Against the King, who Callice so had Arm'd, As it his owne inheritance had beene, Which towne she saw that if he still should hold▪ That she by him must hourely be controul'd.

For which his murther shee pursu'd so fast, As that she soone and secretly had layd, 〈…〉〈…〉h to assault him as the streets he past, As if his braue name had not brought him ayd, He of her vengeance had beene sure to tast, The Tragique Sceane so furiously was playd, That he from London was inforc't to fly, Like a rough ••e•• her malice grew so hye,

And towards the Duke his speedy iour••y takes▪ Who then at Middleham made his most aboad, Which Salsbury his habitation makes, Whereas their time together they bestew'd, Whose courages the Earle of Warwicke wakes, When he to them his suddaine danger show'd, With a pale v••sage, and doth there disclose, Her brands set on him both in wounds & blowe

This wrong in counsell when they had discust, And way'd the danger wherein still they were, Continuall Treasons shrouded in their trust, Nor other hopes else likely to appeare, They find that this might make a war seeme iust, And giue their cause vp to the world so cleare, To rise in Armes when they resolue at last, To raise them force, and wisely thus forecast,

To muster vp their Tenants and their friends, Not as a War vpon the land to bring, Nor to aduance their owne sinister ends, Nor wrong a Subiect in the smallest thing, Onely to guard them (as their case then stands) Till they had show'd their grieuance to the King, And giue their power to Salsbury to guide, That wi••h the King the bus'nesse should decide

With this distinction Salsbury is sent▪ Warwi••ke to Callice (with what ha•••• he may,) By his much speed a mischiefe to preuent, Fearing the Towne might else be giuen away,

The Duke of Yorke by generall consent, ••t Middleham Castell they allot to stay; To raise a second power (if need should be) To reinforce them, or to set them free.

The Queene who heard by such as were her own) With that false Earle how those of Cheshire sided, ••s in short time how powerfull he was growne, Thinks with her selfe the shire might be diuided, ••f that her loue to some of them were knowne, Which eas'ly might be, were her pleasure guided, By some such person, of whose valour they, Had an opinion, which she thus doth lay.

Causing the King to giue a large command, To Iames Lord Awdley, powerfull in those parts, To Raise him force those Rebels to withstand; ••uch to their Soueraigne as had loyall hearts, And to make Captaines ouer eu'ry band▪ Men of the best blood, as of best desarts, Which he so laboured till that he had brought, That th'halfe of one house gainst the other fought

So that two men arising from one bed, Falling to talke, from one another flye: This weares a white Rose, and that weares a Red; And this a Yorke, that Lancaster doth cry: He wisht to see that Awdley well had sped: He prayes againe to prosper Salsbury: And for their farewel when their leaues they take They their sharpe swords at one another shake.

This fire in euery family thus set, Ou•• go the Brown bills with the well strung bow•• Till a••▪Blore heath these boy strous souldiers met, For there •••• chanc'd the Armies then to close, This 〈…〉〈…〉 not liue if that hee stroue to let; Neuer such friends yet ere became such soes, With down-right strokes they at each other •••• No word for Cheshire was, but kill and slay,

The Sonne (as some report) the Father flue, In opposition as they stoutly stood, The Nephew seene the Vnckle to pursue, Bathing his sword in his owne naturall blood, The Brother in his brothers gore imbrue His guilty hands, and at this deadly food: Kinsman kills Kinsman, and together fall, As hellish fury had possest them all.

There noble Tutch••t the Lord Audl••y dyde, (Whose Father wan him such renowne in Franc•• And many a Cheshire Gentleman beside, Fell at this field by warres vncertaine chance: These miseries Queene Margarite must abide, Whilst the proud Yorkists doe themselues aduance And poore King Henry on a pallet lay, And scarcely ask'd which side had got the day

Thus valiant Audl••y at this Battaile slaine, And all those friends to the Lancastrians lost: Cheshire by her such d••mage to sustaine: So much deere blood had this late Conflict cost:

Wherfore the grieued Queene with might & main Labours for life to raise a second Host: No•• time therein she meaneth to fo••••slow, Either shee'll get all, or will all forgoe.

And whilst their friends them forces gathering were▪ The neighbouring Realmes of this great bus'nesse ring, The Duke & those, that to his part adhere, ••roclaimed Traytors; pardon promising, To those at Blore that Armes did lately beare: ••o they would yet cleaue to their lawfull King, Which driue in many to their part againe, To make their full, they York••sts in their wane.

Yorke who perceiu'd the puissant Host prepar'd, With his deare Neuils, Counsels what to doe, ••or it behou'd him to make good his guard, With both their strengths and all too little too, ••nd in the Marches he no labour spar'd ••o winne his friends along with him to goe: With expedition which he could not g••t, On the Kings side the Commons were so set.

And being to meete so absolute a power, 〈…〉〈…〉t wanting much his party good to make; 〈…〉〈…〉d Henryes proclamations euery houre: 〈…〉〈…〉s Souldiers win their Generall to forsake, 〈…〉〈…〉sides the storme which rais'd this sudden shower: 〈…〉〈…〉m all in sunder likely was to shake: He saw his safety to consist in flight, Thus e'r he wist, o'rmastred in his might,

All on the spurre for li•••• away they post, Their homes too •••••• nor there they might abide▪ The thre•• ••••aue Earls soon reacht the western coa〈…〉〈…〉 〈…〉〈…〉 whēce to Callice their ••••raight course they pli〈…〉〈…〉 The Duke to Wales being there befriended most: Yet for more safety, he ••o Ireland hyde: So others ship themselues from eu'ry bay, And happiest he that ••oon'st could get away,

As when a Route of raue'nous wolues are met▪ T'assey•••• some Heard the desart p••sturing neare, T•••• watchfull Clownes which ouer them are set, Of•• taught before their ••iranny to feare. With dogges, with st••u••s, and shouts together g〈…〉〈…〉 No•• neuer leaue till they their Cattell cleare: So the Kings power the Yorkists still pursue, Which like▪ those wolues before those Heards m•• fl〈…〉〈…〉

They gone the King at Couentry begun, A Parliament, by good aduice, wherein, The Duke of Yorke, with th'Earle of March his so〈…〉〈…〉 With Sal••bury and Warwicke who had bin Conspirators, much mischiefe and had done, And by whose helpe ••e hapt so much to win: He there attaints▪ of Treason, and bestowes, All that was theirs, vpon his friends, their foes,

When now those Earles in Callice still that 〈…〉〈…〉 The charge whereof proud Warwicke on him too〈…〉〈…〉 In their intended bus'nesse neuer slept: Nor yet their former enterprise forsooke,

In t'Henryes Counsailes who had those that crept, And did each day his actions ouerlooke, From whom as their aduertisements still are, So they their strengths accordingly prepare.

And in meane time the Kingdome to embroyle, That with lesse noise their friēds might raise an host, They pl••gue the seas with Piracy and spoyle: And rob the Hauens all along the Coast: They ne'r take pitty of their Natiue soyle: For that they knew this would auayle them most, That whilst the State was busied there about▪ Armes might be rais'd within, by those without.

And slaughtring many that were set toward, Th'especiall Ports; th'vnweldy Anchors wayde, Of the Kings ships, whose fraught as prize they sharde And them to Callice carefully conuayd, With their sto••n•• Fleet, and his great Nauy darde, As late by land, so now by Sea they sway'd: All in Combustion, and their bloody rage, Nor Sea, nor Land, can possibly asswage.

Then haue they Forces rais'd for them in Kent, Their next and most conuenien place to land, (Where should the aduerse power their hopes preuēt In Douer Road yet were their ships at hand) And by their Posts still too and fro that went, They certainly were let to vnderstand, That Kent was surely theirs, and onely stayd▪ To rise in Armes the Yorkists▪ power to ayde,

When Falconbridge, who second Brother was To Salsbury, they send away before, To see no ships should out of Sandwich passe, To hinder them from comming to the shore, There of Munition tooke a wondrous Masse, Heapt in that Towne, that with abundant store, He Armed many at their comming in, Which on their side would scarcely else haue bin▪

That they no sooner setled were on land, But that in Armes th'rebellious Kentish rose, And the Lord Cobham with a mighty band, With their Calicians presently doth close, That now they sway'd all with a powerfull hand, And in small time so great their Armie growes, From Sussex, Surry, and those parts about, That of her safety, London well might doubt,

But yet at last the Earies shee in doth let, To whom the Clergy comming day by day, From further sheers them greater forces get, Whē towards Northampton making forth their way Where the sad King his Army downe had set, And for their comming onely made his stay, With all the force his friends could him afford, And for a fight with all things fitly stor'd

Who in his march the Earle doth oft molest, (By their Vauntcurrers hearing how he came) In many a straight, and often him distrest, By stakes and trenches that his Horse might lame,

But the stout Yorkists still vpon them prest: And still so fearefull was great Warwicks name, That being once cryde on, put them oft to flight On the Kings Army till at length they light.

When th'Earle of March thē in the pride of blood His Virgin valour on that day bestowes, And furious Warwicke like a raging flood, Beares downe before him all that dare oppose, Old Salsbury so to his tackling stood, And Fauconbridge so sayes amongst his foes, That euen like leaues, the poore Lancastrians fall, And the proud Yorkists beare away the Ball.

There Humphrey Duke of Buckingham expir'd, King Henrys comfort and his causes friend, There Shrewsbury (euen of his foes admir'd, For his high courage) his last breath doth spend, Braue Beamout there, and Egremount lay tyr'd To death, there▪ Lucy had his lucklesse end, And many a noble Gentleman that day, Weltring in gore, on the wild Champion lay,

The wretched King, as Fortunes onely sonne, His souldiers slaine, and he of all forsaken, Left in his Tent; of men the most forlorne; (The second time) a prisoner there is taken; The wofull Queene out of the Battaile borne, In a deepe swound; and when she doth awaken, Nothing about her heares, but howles, and cryes, Was euer Queenes like Margarites miseries?

YOrke comming in from Ireland ••n the end, And to his hands thus finds the Battaile won•• By the high Prowesse of his faithfull friend, Great Warwicke, and that valiant March his son, H••s present hopes the former so transcend, That the proud Duke immediatly begun, By his bold Actions to expresse his thought, Through so muc•• blood, which he so long had sought▪

The Kings Command'ment daring to deny, His Soueraigne Lord being cal'd to waite vpon, And on his Fortune beares himselfe so hi••, That he in State presumes t'ascond his Throane; From the Kings lodgings puts his ••••••u••n••s by, And placeth in them such as were his owne: So infinitely insolent the growes, As he the Crowne at pleasure would dispose,

When he procures a Parliament with speed, In which himselfe Protector he doth make, And only Heire apparent to succe••d, The King▪ when death him from the world doth take And what had bene at Couentry decreed, He there Annulls, from him and his to shake The seruile yoke of all subiection quite, Downe goes the red Rose, and vp goes the white▪

And he with Fortune that this while doth sport, Seeing the Southern▪ to him still were sure; Thinks to the North, if he should but resort, He to his part the Northerne should procure,

Seeking all wayes his greatnesse to support; Nor would an equall willingly endure: Downe into Yorkshire doth to Sandall ride, Whose lofty scyte well suted with his plide.

The vexed Queene whose very soule forgot, That such a thing as patience it had knowne, And but shee found her friends forsooke her not, As madde as euer Hecuba had grovvne, Whilst both her wrongs, and her reuenge were hot, Her mighty mind so downe could not be throvvne, But that once more the bloody set sheele play, With Yorke, ere so he beare the Crovvne away.

And dovvne to Sandall doth the Duke pursue, With all the povver her friends could her prouide, Led by those Lords that euer had been true, And had stood fast vpon King Henryes side, With that most valiant and selected crue, This brau'st of Queenes, so vvell her businesse plide, That comming soone to Sandals lofty sight, Into the Field she dares him foorth to fight▪

And for this Conflict there came on with her, Her hope Prince Henry, her deare only Sonne, Stout Somerset, and noble Excester, Dukes that for Margarite mighty things had done, Devon and Wilt▪ Earles vsing to conferre, With this vvise Queene, when danger she vvould shun, Vndaunted Clifford, Rosse in vvar vp brought, Barrons as braue as ere in battaile fought▪

When this stout Duke who in his Castle stood, With Salsbury (who beat them all at Blore,) Both which were flesht abundantly with blood, In those three But a••les they had wonne before, Thought in their pride, it would be euer Flood, No•• gainst Queen Margarite that they needed more For they ••d▪ Fortune chain'd with them about, Th••t of the•••• conquest none but fooles could doubt.

And for the Field soone Marshalling their force, All poore delayes they scornefully defie, Nor will the Duke stay for those troupes of Horse, With which his Sonne him promist to supply, Inspight of Fate they'll giue their foe the worse, On their owne valour they so much rely, And with fiue thousand marshald well they come, Meaning to charge the Queenes maine Battaile home.

But in her Host she hauing those that were▪ Expert in all the Stratagems of Warre, To fight with him doe cause her to forbeare, Till from his Castle she had got him farre, Whilst in an ambush shee had placed there, Wiltshire and Clifford with their strengths to barre, Him from his home, in off'ring to retire, Or wound his backe euen as they would desire,

When too't they fell vpon an easie plaine, At the hill foote, where furiously they fought, Vpon both sides where there were many slaine: But for the Queene, foure to his one had brought:

The Duke of Yorke for all his pride was faine. Backe to recoyle were hee was finely caught, For Wilt and Clifford that in Ambush were, The Van thus rowted, ouerthrew the Reare.

Where Yorke himselfe, who proudly but of late, With no lesse hope then of a kingdome fed, Vpon this field before his Castle gate, Mangled with wounds on his owne earth lay dead, Vpon whose body Clifford downe him sate, Stabbing the corpes, and cutting off his head, Crown'd it with paper, (and to wreake his teene) Presents it so to his victorious Queene,

His Bastard Vnckles both couragious Knights, Sir Iohn and Sir Hugh Mortimer so sped, Hall, Hastings▪ Neuill▪ who in sundry Eights, Had show'd their valour, on the field found dead: And Salsbury amongst these Tragicke sights, Who at Blore-heath so much deere blood had shed, Taken aliue, to Pomfret sent with speed, And for their bloods, himselfe there made to bleed

Some climbe vp Rocks, through hedges other run Their foes so roughly execute their rage, Where th'Earle of Rutland the Dukes yongest son, Then in his childhood and of tender age, Comming in hope to see the Battaile wonne, Clifford whose wrath no rigour could asswage. Takes, and whilst there he doth for mercy kneele, In his soft bosome sheathes his sharpned steele.

Edward of March, the Duke his Father slaine, Succeeding him▪ whilst things thus badly sort, Gathering an Army, but yet all in vaine, To ayde his Father, for he came too short, Hearing that Penbrooke with a Warlike trayne, Was comming tow'••ds him, touch'd with the report, His valiant Marchers for the field prepares, To meet the Earle, if to approach he dares.

Iaesper by birth halfe Brother to the King, On bright Queene Katherine got by Owen Tether▪ Whom Henrys loue did to this Earledome bring, And as from Wales descended sent him thither, And of South-wales gaue him the gouerning, Where in short time he got an Host together, Cleauing to Henry who did him preferre, As an Alye to th'House of Lancaster.

Vpon their March when as they lastly mer, Neere to the Crosse that Mortimer is nam'd, Where they in order their Battalions set, The Duke and Earle with equall rage enflam'd, With angry eyes they one the other threat▪ Their deadly Arrowes at each other aym'd: And there a fierce and deadly fight begin, A bloodier Battell yet there had not bin▪

The Earle of Ormond, an Associate then, With this young Tudor, for the King that stood▪ Came in the Vanguard with his Irish men▪ With Darts, and Skaines▪ those of the Brittish blood

With Shaftes and Gleaues them seconding againe, And as they fall, still make their places good, That it amaz'd the marchers to behold, Men so ill arm'd vpon their Bowes so bold.

Now th'Welch and Irish so their weapons weeld, As though themselues they conquerors meant to c••l Then are the Marchers masters of the field, With their browne Bills the Welchmen so they mall, Now th▪one▪ now th'other likely were to yeeld, These like to fly, then those were like to fall, Vntill at length (as fortune pleas'd to guide) The Conquest turn'd vpon the Yorkists side.

Three Suns were seem that instant to appeare, Which soone againe shut vp themselues in one, Ready to buckle as the Armies were, Which this braue Duke tooke to himselfe alone, His drooping hop••s which somwhat seemd to cheere By his mishaps▪ neere lately ouerthrowne. So that thereby encouraging his men, Once more he sets the white Rose vp agen.

Penbrooke, and Ormond, saue themselues by slight, Foure thousand souldiers of both Armies dead, But the great losse on the Lancastrians light, So ••ll the ••riends of poore King Henry sped; Where Owen Tudor taken in the flight, This yong Earles father by Queene Katherines bed At Hereford not farre away from thence, Where others with him dyde for their offence.

THis while the Queen, the gole at Sandal gain Leades on tow'rds London her victorious H•• Whose blades she showes, with blood of Yorkists stain'•• Nor of her Cōquest can she leaue to boast, But to her side, whilst lucky fortune lean'd, Come, what can come, she means to cleare the co•••• Of those she knew in Yorks reuenge would rise▪ Found she not meanes, their Forces to surprise.

And at Saint Albans finding on her way, Iohn Duke of Norfolke, and her diuelish foe: Fierce Warwicke who there with an Army lay, Which two, deceased Yorke when he should goe To Sandall, left them as his onely kay, To keepe King Henry (which they not foreslow) Lest by the Queene & hers he might be wroug▪ T'annull their late past Parliament for nought▪

For which to Counsell, calling vp her Lords, Well to consider what was to be done, Who cheere her vp with comfortable words, And would in no wise she her▪ way should shunne: For they would make her entrāce with their swo•• Here what was lost, might here againe be wunn••, Assuring her their minds them strongly gaue▪ That of this Field the glory she should haue.

And soone their Army ordering for the grou〈…〉〈…〉 Whereof a view they e••'ry way doe take: When for Assault they bid their Trumpets sound, And so their entry on the Towne they make:

••ut comming to the market place they found, •• shower of shafts, as from a cloud it brake, Which backe againe made them so fast to beare, As that their Van, was like to route their Reare,

But thus repuls'd, another way they prooue, How in vpon their enemy to get, Which maks their foes, that they their force remoue To stop that passage wherein they were set, ••hat whilst, they▪ shafts into each other shoue, ••or a long while it was an euen bet, Death being thus dealt, and both so deepely in, Whether proud Warwicke, or the Queene should winne

But by the Queene constrained to recoyle, ••heir ground from them they absolutely wonne, When they the Yorkists miserably spoyle, ••nd in with them on their mayne Battaile runne: Which being greatly straitned by the soyle, ••hey could not doe what else they might haue done: Through thick & thin, o'r hedge & ditch that take, And happiest he the greatest hast could make.

Whilst Warwicke cryes, ye Southerne cowards stay, ••nd once more turne your faces to your foes, ••is feare, not danger doth yee thus dismay: •• proue the former fortune of your Bowes, ••hinke but vpon the late-wonne glorious day, ••ot in this place; the fame whereof you lose, By your base flight; but he his breath might spare He might as well haue call'd vpon the Ayre▪

Scatter'd like sheep by wolues that had bin scar'•• So runne the Yorkists; which, when Norfolke saw, He calls to Warwicke scarcely then prepar'd, Himselfe out of this danger to withdraw: My Lord (quoth he) you see that all is mard: Fortune hath sworne to keepe vs in her awe: Our liues are gone if longer here wee stay, Loose not your selfe, though we haue lost the d••

And for they found the Foe came on so fast, The King by them to this lost battell brought, And vnder guard in his pauillion plac't, Th'are forc'd to leaue (which late they little thoug•• For ther were those which made thē make such has•• They could not stay to haue their Soueraign sough•• But since the Battell had such ill successe, That lost, they thought their losse of him the less••

The foe thus fled, they quickly found the King, From whom a speedy messenger is sent, His Wife and Sonne, away to him to bring, Who with their Lords arriuing at his Tent, Where after many a fall, and many aspring, Of teares of ioy vpon each other spent, With strict embraces they each other straine, No one had need a gladnesse there to faine.

Like as you see when Partriges are flowne, (In Falconers termes which we the Couy call) By the sharpe Hawke, and into thickets throwne, There drops downe one, there doth another fall,

••et when they heare the questing Spaniels gone, They in the euening get together all▪ With pretty iugging and each other greet. Glad as it were they once againe should meete.

But the fierce Queene, her full reuenge to take, Of those she thought the Yorkists well that meant. ••he stout Lord Bonvile for King Henry, sake, ••nd Thomas Kerrill, a braue Knight of Kent, Who the Kings Guard stroue euer long to make, ••ll threatning perill thereby to preuent, And for their safety had his Soueraigne word, That cruell woman putteth to the sword.

This wel might warne great Warwick not to trust ••oo much to Fortune, which so soone reueales, ••er whorish lightnesse, like an Auerse gust, ••nd on the suddaine makes him strike his Sayles, Which when he most beleeued her to be iust, ••is forward hopes then most of all she fayles All his accounts, and teach him thus to summe, ▪None ouercomes, but may be ouercome,

Some thinke that Warwicke had not lost the day, ••ut that the King into the Field he brought, ••or with the worse, that side still went away, Which had King Henry with thē when they fought ••pon his birth so sad a curse they lay, ••s that he neuer prospered in ought, The Queene wan two, amongst the losse of many▪ Her husband absent, present, neuer any▪

But whilst her selfe with further hopes shee fed, The Queene still watchfull, wisely vnderstands, That Warwicke late, vvho at Saint Albans fled▪ (Whereas his heeles seru'd better then his hands) Had met the Duke of Yorke, and made a head, Of many fresh, and yet vnfought-with bands, At Chipping-norton for more forces stay'd, From whence towards London they their mar•• had lay••

And for shee saw the Southerne to adhere, Still to the Yorkists, who againe relyde, Much on their ayde, as London she doth feare, A small reliefe which lately her denyde, She can (at all conceiue) no comfort there, With any succours, nor to be supply'd, But to the North her speedy course directs, From whence fresh aydes she euery day expect••

Not foure dayes march yet fully on her way, But Yorke to London with his Army comes, And neere the walles his Ensignes doth display, Deaffing the city with his clamoorus Drummes, His Title so the multitude doth sway, That for his souldiers they prouide him Summes, And those prouisiōs they Queene Margarite o•• Taken from hers, they on the Duke bestow'de.

The Gates set open to receiue him in, They with applause his gracious entrance greet, His presence so the Peoples hearts doth vvinne, That they come flocking in from euery street,

Kneeling before him, as he Crownd had bin, And as he rode along they kist his feete, Whilst good King Henry towards the North is gone, The poore Lancastrians damn'd by euery one.

Whither (at once) doe presently repaire, The spirituall Lords, & Temporal, who would haue, Him take the Crowne, who farre more ready are, ••o giue, then he their suffrages to craue: The Commons take him so into their care, Vpon his name that dotingly they raue, And being ask'd who should their Soueraigne be, They cry King Edward and no man but hee.

Thus to his height this puissant Prince they heaue, The seate Imperiall; where then sitting downe, Their fealty they force him to receaue, Which on his head might firmely fixe his Crowne, And in his hand the Regall Scepter leaue: Edward the fourth proclaim'd in eu'ry Towne, With all the pompe that they could thinke vpon, They then adorne his Coronation.

THis newes too quickly in Queene Margarites eare, What by the Lords at London had beene done, Euen at the point to fall into despaire, Ready she was on her owne death to runne; With her faire fingers ••ents her golden haire, Cursing that houre when first she saw the Sunne. With rage she faints; reuiuing and doth call, Vpon high heauen for vengeance on them all,

To ayde her right yet still excites her friends, By her faire speech inchanted (as by charmes) Scarce any man on any Lord depends, That followes her, that riseth not in Armes: The spacious North such plenteous succour sends, That to her side the souldiers come in swarmes: Thus day by day she addeth more and more, To that full Army, which she had before.

Not long it was but Edward vnderstood, Of this great power prepared in the North, When he to make his Coronation good, Calls to his ayde his friends of greatest worth, With whom then rising like a raging flood: This forward King breakes violently foorth, That with the helpe of Tributary flowes, Extends his breadth still onward as he goes.

Nor Henryes Army needed to be sought, For euery man could tell him where it lay, In twelue dayes march which Edward eas'ly rough Without resistance keeping on his way, Neere fifty thousand in his Host he brought, Whose brandish'd Ensignes seem'd to braue the day And vnder Pomfret his proud Tents he pight▪ Prouiding hourely for a deadly fight.

Of Henrys Host, when they who had command, On whom the Queene imposed had the care, Great Sommerset, and stout Northumberland, And Clifford, whom no danger yet could dare:

The walles of Yorke first hauing throughly man'd, There plac'd the King, when quickly they prepare, To range their Battell which consisted then, Of threescore thousand valiant Northerne men.

From Edwards Host the Lord Fitzwater went, And valiant Neuill, Warwickes Bastard brother, At Ferry-bridge the passage to preuent, From comming ouer Eyre, to keepe the other; Gainst whom the aduerse, the Lord Clifford sent, Who taking night his enterprise to smother: The dawne yet dusky, passing through a Ford, Puts them, and all their souldiers to the sword▪

At the shrill noyse, when Warwicke comming in, And finds his Brother and Fitzwater dead, Euen as a man distracted that had bin: Out of his face the liuely colour fled, ••oth cruell Clifford thus (quoth he) begin, For eu'ry drop of blood that he hath shed, This day I'le make an enemy to bleed, Or neuer more in Battaile let me speed.

And to the King returning in this mood, 〈…〉〈…〉 Liege (quoth he) all mercy now defie, ••elay no longer to reuenge their blood; Whose mangled bodies breathlesse yonder lye: ••nd let the man that meanes King Edwards good, 〈…〉〈…〉and fast to Warwicke, who no more shall flie: Resolu'd to winne, or bid the world a due, Which spoke, the Earle his sprightly courser s••••e▪

This resolution so extremely wrought, Vpon King Edward that he gaue command, That on his side who willingly not fought, Should haue his leaue, to quit him out of hand; That eu'••y one should kill the man he cought, To keepe no Quarter, and who meant to stand, In his iust cause, rewarded he would see, This day hee'll rise, or this day ruin'd be.

When neere to Towton on the spacious playne▪ These puissant Armies on Palme-Sunday me▪ Wher down right slaughter angry heauē doth rain•• With clouds of rage the Element is set: The wind••s breath fury, and the earth againe, With the hot gore of her owne Natiues wet, Sends vp a smoke▪ which makes the mall so mad, Of neither part that mercy could be had.

One horrid sight another doth appall: One fearefull cry another doth confound, Murthers so thicke vpon each other fall, That in one shreeke anothers shreeke is drownd, Whilst blood for blood ••ncessantly doth call, From the wide mouth of many a gaping wound; Slaughter so soone grows big, that cōmn to birt•• The monstrous burthen ouer-loads the earth▪

This bloody Tempest ten long houres doth last▪ Whilst neither side could to it selfe assure The victory; but as their lot was cast, With wounds and death they stoutly it indure,

Vntill the valiant Yorkists at the last, Although in number neere ten thousand fewer: In their long fight their forces manage so, That they before them lay their conquer'd foe.

Couragious Clifford first here fell to ground, Into the throat with a blunt Arrow strucke: Here Westmerland receiu'd his deadly wound: Here dy'd the stout Northumberland that stuck Still to his Soneraigne; Wells, and Dacres found, That they had lighted on King Henrys luck: Trowluph & Horne, two braue commanders dead Whilst Summerset and Excester were fled.

Thirty two thousand in this battaile flaine, Many in strayts lye heap'd vp like a wall 〈…〉〈…〉 The restlye scatter'd round about the playne, And Cocke a Riuer, though but very small, Fill'd with those flying doth so deepely staine, The Riuer Wharfe, int'which this Cocke doth fall, As that the fountaine which this flood doth feed, Besides their blood, had seem'd for them to bleed.

King Henrys hopes thus vtterly forlorne, By the late losse of this vnlucky day: He feeles the Crown (euen) from his temples torn, On his sword point, which Edward beares away: And since his fall the angry Fates had sworne, He findes no comfort longer here to stay: But leauing Yorke, he post to Barwicke goes, With's Queene & Son, true partners in his woes▪

The King for Scotland, and for France the Queene, Diuided hence, since them thus Fortune thwarts, Before this time there seldome had beene seene, Two to be seuer'd with so heauy hearts, The Prince their son then standing them betweene, Their song is sorrow▪ and they beare their parts: He to the King of Scots, to get supplies▪ She to the French King, and her Father flies.

Which well might shew a Princes slippery state, For when she hither at the first came in, England and France did her congratulate, Then in two battailes she had Conqueror bin, Seeming to tread vpon the Yorkists hate, As from that day she had beene borne to winne: Now to sayle backe with miseries farre more, Then were her Tryumphs landing here before.

This cruell blow to the Lancastrians lent, At fatall Towton that Palme-Sunday fight, Where so much blood they prodigally spent, To France and Scotland as inforc'd their flight, Lifts vp the Yorkists to their large extent, And Edward now to see his Crowne set right, Pro••d in his spoyles, to London doth repaire, And re-annoynted mounts th'Imperiall Chaire,

Where he a speedy Parliament doth passe, T'annull those Lawes which had beene made before▪ Gainst his succession, and dissolue the Masse, Of Treasons heapt on his, them to restore:

Whereby King Henry so much lesned was, As after that he should subsist no more, Little then thinking Lancaster againe, Now but an exile ouer him should raigne.

Where he attaints as Traitors to his Crowne, Iohn Earle of Oxford and h••s valiant sonne, A••brey De Ʋere, with whom likewise went downe Mountgomery, Terrill, Tudenham who were done, To death; so Heau'n on Henry seemes to frowne, And Summerset King Edwards wrath to shunne, Himselfe submitting is receiu'd to grace, Such is Queene Margarites miserable case.

Henry in Scotland▪ the sad Queene the while, Is left to France, to Lewis there to sue, To lend her succour; scorning her exile, In spight of Fate she will the warre renew, She will tempt Fortune till againe she smile▪ In such a pitch her mighty spirit still flew; That should the world oppose her, yet that strengh, She hopes shall worke vp her desires at length.

And with fiue thousand valiant Volunteers, Of natiue French, put vnder her command, With Armes well sitted she towards Scotland steeres With which before she possibly could land, The wrath of Heauen vpon this Queene appeares, And with fierce Tempests striue her to withstand, The winds make warre against her with her Foe, Which Ioin'd together worke her ouerthrowe.

Her Forces thus infortunatly lost, Which she in Scotland hop'd to haue encreast, And in this tempest she herselfe so tost, As neuer Lady; yet she here not coast, But since she found her enterprise thus crost, She to the Scottish her faire course adrest, Nor would desist till she had rais'd agen, Ten thousand valiant well-appointed men.

And in vpon Northumberland doth breake, Rowzing the Siuggish villages from fleepe, Bringing in Henry though a helpe but weake, But leaues her Son in Barwicke safe to keepe; Her ratling Drums so rough a language speakes, The ruffling Scots, and all the Country sweepe; Which rumour run so fast with through the ayre, That Edward thought it shooke his very Chaire.

And Somerset receiu'd to grace before, With Sir Raulph Percy from that fatall day, At Towton; found each minute more and more, How sad •• fate on the Lancastrians lay, Y•••• hoping now King Henry to restore, Who they suppos'd had new found out the way, Reuolt from Edward, and in Henrys name, Call in their friends, to ayde him as he came.

THis noyse of Warre arising from the North, In Edwards eares re-ecchoing bidds him stirre, And rumour ••ells him if he made not foorth, Queene Margarite comm'n he must resigne to her,

For they were Captaines of especiall worth, On whom she did this mighty charge conferre, For that her Ensignes she at large displai'd, And as she came, so still came••n her ayd,

For which his much lou'd Mountacute he sends, With Englands valiant Infantry his Pheres: To whose wise guidance, he this Warre commends, His souldiers expert pickt in sundry sheeres, His vtmost strength King Edward now extends, Which he must doe, or drag'd downe by the eares, From his late-gotten, scarsely-setled Thro••e, And on his shoulders she remount thereon.

And Mountacute had scarsely march'd away, But he himselfe sets forward with an Host, And a strong Nauy likewise doth puruay, To scoure the Seas and keepe the Brittish coast, Fearing from France fresh succours euery day, To ayd Queene Margarit which perplext him most For he perceiu'd his Crowne sate not so sure, But might be shak'd should she her Powers pro∣cure▪

Now is the Northfild with refulgent Armes, Edwards and English Scots Queene Margarit brings, The Norths co〈…〉〈…〉 this ••reat con••ourse warms Their Quarrell 〈…〉〈…〉f two great Kings, Which oft b〈…〉〈…〉 wrought each others harms, And from that R〈…〉〈…〉 horrour dayly springs, And though 〈…〉〈…〉od ••••ey both had spēt before Yet not so much, but that there must be more.

At Hegly-heath their skirmishes begin, Where two bold Barrons Hungerford and Resse, With Sir Ralph Percy, he who had lately bin▪ Leagu'd with King Edward, but then gotten lose, (Striues by all meanes to expiate that sinne) To the Lancastrian faction cleaues so close, That when those Barrons from that conflict fly, In Henrys right, he brauely dares to dye.

Which leades along as Tragicall an Act, As since the Warres had euer yet beene playd, For Mountacute b'ing fortunately backt, By braue King Edwards comming to his ayde: As of their force King Henry little lackt, The plaine call'd Liuells where the sceane was layd: Not farre from Exham neere to Dowills flood, That day discolloured with Lancastrians blood,

There struck they battell, Bowmen Bowmen plide▪ Northerne to Southerne, slaughter ceaseth all; Long the Fight lasted e'r that either side, Could tell to which the Victory would fall: But to the Yorkists fortune is so tide, That she must come when they shall please to call, And in his Cradle Henry had the curse, That where he was, that side had still the worse.

This lucklesse day by the Lancastrians lost, Was Summerset surprized in his flight, And in pursuing of this scattered Host, On Mullins, Rosse, and Hungerford they light,

Which this dayes worke e'r long full dearely cost▪ ••nd with these Lords were taken many a Knight, Nor from their hands could Henry hardly shift, Had not his guide beene as his Horse was swift.

Still must Queene Margarites miseries endure, This Masse of sorrow markt out to sustaine: For all the aydes this time she should procure, Are either taken, put to flight, or slaine; Of nothing else she can her selfe assure, That she will leaue her losses to complaine: For since she sees that still her friends goe downe, She will curse Fortune if she doe not frowne.

Henry to flye to Scotland backe is faine, ••o get to France, the wofull Queene is glad, ••here with her Sonne inforced to remaine, ••ill other aydes might thence againe be had; ••o them that hard necessities constraine, ••o set them downe that it doth make me sad, Neuer so thicke came miseries I weene, Vpon a poore King▪ and a woefull Queene.

This done King Edward▪ his strong Army sends ••o take those Castles which not long before, ••ad beene deliuered to King Henrys friends, Which he by sieges makes them to restore, ••nd on the borders watchfully attends, ••o Henryes ayde that there should come no more, But ô behold as one ordain'd to ill, The Fate that followes haplesse Henry still▪

At Hegly-heath their skirmishes begin, Where two bold Barrons Hungerford and Rosse, With Sir Ralph Percy, he who had lately bin, Leagu'd with King Edward, but then gotten lose, (Striues by all meanes to expiate that sinne) To the Lancastrian faction cleaues so close, That when those Barrons from that conflict fly, In Henrys right, he brauely dares to dye.

Which leades along as Tragicall an Act, As since the Warres had euer yet beene playd, For Mountacute b'ing fortunately backt, By braue King Edwards comming to his ayde: As of their force King Henry little lackt, The plaine call'd Liuells where the sceane was layd: Not farre from Exham neere to Dowills flood, That day discolloured with Lancastrians blood,

There struck they battell, Bowmen Bowmen plide Northerne to Southerne, slaughter ceaseth all; Long the Fight lasted e'r that either side, Could tell to which the Victory would fall: But to the Yorkists fortune is so tide, That she must come when they shall please to call, And in his Cradle Henry had the curse, That where he was, that side had still the worse.

This lucklesse day by the Lancastrians lost, Was Summerset surprized in his flight, And in pursuing of this scattered Host, On Mullins, Rosse, and Hungerford they light,

Which this dayes worke e'r long full dearely cost; And with these Lords were taken many a Knight, Nor from their hands could Henry hardly shift, Had not his guide beene as his Horse was swift.

Still must Queene Margarites miseries endure, This Masse of sorrow markt out to sustaine: For all the aydes this time she should procure, Are either taken, put to flight, or slaine; Of nothing else she can her selfe assure, That she will leaue her losses to complaine: For since she sees that still her friends goe downe, She will curse Fortune if she doe not frowne.

Henry to flye to Scotland backe is faine, To get to France, the wofull Queene is glad, There with her Sonne inforced to remaine, Till other aydes might thence againe be had; So them that hard necessities constraine, To set them downe that it doth make me sad, Neuer so thicke came miseries I weene, Vpon a poore King, and a woefull Queene.

This done King Edward, his strong Army sends To take those Castles which not long before, Had beene deliuered to King Henrys friends, Which he by sieges makes them to restore, And on the borders watchfully attends, To Henryes ayde that there should come no more, But ô behold as one ordain'd to ill, The Fate that followes haplesse Henry still,

For out of some deepe melancholly fit, Or otherwise, as falne into despaire, Or that he was not rightly in his wit, Being safe in Scotland and still succour'd there; Vpon the suddaine he abandons it, And into England Idly entring, where He is surprizd, and (in his enemies power) Is by King Edward shut vp in the Tower.

This hap had Henry, who when he was borne, Of Christian Kings the greatest then aliue, Now he the Crowne full forty yeeres had worne, Doth all his Regall Soueraignety suruiue; Of all men liuing and the most forlorne, So strange a thing can destiny contriue: So many sundry miseries as he, No King before, had euer liu'd to see.

To heare all this Queene Margarite must end•• Yet sadly to her fathers Court confin'de, And now King Edward held himselfe secure, When things fell out so fitly to his minde, But when of rest he did himselfe assure, Vpon a suddaine rose so rough a wind, In his strong hand, which shooke his Scepter mo〈…〉〈…〉 Then all the stormes that ere had blowne before

For then in minde to league himselfe with Fr〈…〉〈…〉 Which he perceiu'd would be the surest way, His questiond Tytle highly to aduance: And at his need should serue him for a kay,

••o open him their policies; vvhose chance, ••as then in casting, and the next to play, For Margarite still the French King Lewis prest, For second aydes, nor would she let him rest,

Wherefore he sends a marri'ge to entreat, ••ith beautious Bona (with whose rich report, ••ame was opprest with, and a taske too great) ••he French Queenes sister, and with her in Court, ••arwicke the man chose foorth to worke the feat, •••••• is sent thither in such sumptuous sort, And in short time so well his businesse plyes, That she was like to proue an English prize,

In the meane while this youthful King by chance ••omming to Grafton where the Dutchesse lay, ••hen stil'd of Bedford; his eye haps to glance, 〈…〉〈…〉 her bright Daughter the faire Widdow Gray, 〈…〉〈…〉se beauties did his senses so intrance, 〈…〉〈…〉 stole his heart so suddainly away, That must he lose his Crowne, comeweale, come woe, She must be his, though all the world say no,

Her lookes like Lethe make him to forget, ••on what businesse he had Warwicke sent, 〈…〉〈…〉 this Lady he his loue so set, 〈…〉〈…〉at should his Crowne from off his head be rent, ••his rebellious people rise, to let, ••s choyse of his, they should it not preuent, For those pure eyes his bosome that had pierc'd, Had writ alaw there, not to be reuers'd,

What lesse amends this Lady can I make, For her deere husband in my quarrell slaine; Then lawfull marri'ge which for iustice sake, I must performe (quoth hee) lest she complaine, For a iust Prince, so me the world shall take: Soothing himselfe vp in this amorous vaine, With his affections in this sort doth play, Till he a Queene made the faire Lady Gray.

This Act of Edwards com'n to Warwicks eare, And that the sequell show'd it to be true, In his sterne eyes, it eas'ly might appeare, His heart too great for his strait bosome grew, He his Commission doth in piece-meale ••eare, Breakes the broad Seale, and on the ground it th•• And prayes blest heau'n may curse him if that •• For this disgrace reuenged would not be,

Haue I (quoth hee) so lifted thee 〈…〉〈…〉 That to thy greatuesse I the scorne am growne, Haue I for thee aduentur'd beene so oft▪ In this long Warre, as to the world is knowne, And now by thee thus basely am I scoft, By this disgrace vpon me thou hast throwne: If these thy wrongs vnpunish'd slightly passe, Hold Warwicke base, and falne from what he was,

Know tw'as the Nevills forthy Title stood, Else long e'r this, layd lower then the ground, And in thy cause my Father shed his blood, None of our house, for thee, but beares a wound,

And now at last to recompence this good, 〈…〉〈…〉 for me this Guerdon hast thou ••ound; 〈…〉〈…〉 proud head, this h••d shal pluck thy crown, Or if thou stand then 〈…〉〈…〉 Warwick down.

Yet he to England peaceably repaires, And with a smooth browe smother•• his intent, And to the King 〈…〉〈…〉 the French affaires, •••• what in Court had past there since he went: His spleene he for a fitter season spares, 〈…〉〈…〉 he the same more liberally might vent: Calme was his countenance, and his language faire But in his brest a deepe revenge he bare.

MEane while Queene Margarit (a poore exile heares,) How things in England (in her absence) went, 〈…〉〈…〉 halfe burst heart, which but a little cheeres: •••••• from her head she felt the Crowne was rent, ••et though fare off a little glimpse appeares, •• seeming hope▪ and though it fain••ly lent, It might hau•• said had not the F••••es said no, These stormes at home, might her some profit blow.

〈…〉〈…〉 heares how Warwicke cunningly had wrought, 〈…〉〈…〉 Duke of a Clarence from his brothers side, •••••• that braue Youth at Callice hauing caught, •••••• eldest daughter had to him affide,

How to rebell, the b Northerne men were brou•• And who by Warwicke poynted was their guide▪ A•• on the c W••l••h he had a mighty hand, By Edward rais'd those rebels to withstand,

Of new d Rebellions at Northampton rais'd, And to despight the King, what they had done, How they at Grafton the Earle Riuers seas'd, And Sir Iohn Wooduile his most hopefull Sonne, Who with their heads could hardly be appeas▪d, And of the fame by puissant Warwicke wonne: Who hauing taken f Edward in his Tent, His King his prisoner into York••shir•• sent.

Then heares againe how Edward had escapt▪ And by his friends a greater power had got, How he the men of g Lincolneshire intrapt, Who neere to Stamford pay'd a bloody shot, And when the Earle his course for Callice shapt, When England lastly grew for him to hot, h Vaucleere who there his Deputy he put, The Ports against his late grand Captaine shut.

Lastly, shee heares that he at i Deepe ariues▪ And lately com'n to k Amboyes to the Court, ••••ereas King Lewis to his vtmost striues, ••o entertaine him in most Princely sort: When the wise Queene her businesse so contriues, That she comes thither, small what though her port, Yet brings along the sweet yong Prince her son••e, To proue what good with Warwick might be done

Wen both in l Court, and presence of the King, Their due respect to both of them that gaue, •••• will'd them in so pertinent a thing, That they the like should of each other haue▪ The teares began from both their eyes to spring, That each from other Pitty see••'d to craue, In gracefull manner when the grieued Queene, Thus to that great Earle, gently breaths her spleene.

Warwicke, saith shee, how mercilesse a Foe, ••••st thou beene still to my poore child and mee, ••hat villaine Yorke which hast aduanced so, Which neuer could haue risen but for thee, ••hat Valour thou on Edward didst bestow, •• hadst thou show'd for him, thou here dost see, Our Damaske Roses had adorn'd thy Crest, And with their wreathes thy ragged Staues bene drest.

First at Saine Albans, at Northampto•• then, 〈…〉〈…〉 fatall Towt••n that most fearefull fight, 〈…〉〈…〉 many, nay, what multitudes of men, 〈…〉〈…〉 fierce Warwicke slaine and put to flight;

O if thy Sword that euer stood for ••en, Had but beene drawne for Henry and his right, He should haue built thee Trophyes euery wh•••• Wrought with our Crowne▪ supported by th•• Be••••

What glory had it wonne the Neuils name, To haue vpheld the right succeeding race, Of that fift Henry, hee that was of ••ame, The onely Mineon; whom thou now dost trace, But Salsbury the first against vs came▪ Then Falconbridge, and Mount••cute, ô base, To aduance a ••ra••tor to his ••oueraigne thus, But to our Cr••••ne your name is ominous,

How many a braue Peere thy too-neere Allies▪ (Whose losse the Babe that's yet vnborne shall ••••e, Haue▪made themselues a willing Sacrifice; In our iust quarrell who it rightly knevv, Whose blood gainst Yorke and his adherents cr••es (Whom many a sad cu••se euer shall pursue:) O Warwicke▪ Warwicke, expiat this gilt, By shedding their•• for whom our blood was 〈…〉〈…〉

When in like language, this great Earle agai•• Regreets the Queene, and vvoes her to forbeare, Of former gree••e one thought to ••ntertaine▪ Things are not now quoth he, as once they were, To talke of these past helpe, it is in vaine, What though it ease your heart; & please your ea•••• This is not it▪ no▪ ••t must be our Swords, Must right our vvrongs (deare Lady) not our w〈…〉〈…〉

Madam (quoth he) by this my vexed heart, On Edwards head, which oft hath wish'd the Crown ••t but Queene Margarit cleaue to VVarwicks part, ••his hand that heau'd him vp shall hew him downe, ••nd if from Henry, Richard Neuill start, Vpon my house let Heauen for euer frowne, Of backe the Crown to this yong Prince ile bring, Or not be VVarwicke if he be not King,

When they accord, Prince Edward should affye, Anne the Earles Daughter, to confirme it more, By Sacrament themselues they strictly tye, By Armes againe King Henry to restore, Or in the Quarrell they would liue and dye, 〈…〉〈…〉ptising likewise in the oath they swore, That th'Earle and Clarence should Protectors be, When they King Henry and the Prince should free.

When soone great VVarwicke into England sends, ••o warne his friends that they for Warre prepare, ••••g Henrys Title, and to them commends, ••••at they should take his cause into their care, ••ow is the time that he must try his friends, ••hen he himselfe gainst Edward must declare; And vvhen much strife amongst the cōmons rose, Whom they should ayde, and whom they should oppose.

Furnish'd with all things well be fitting Warre, •• great King Lewis to Queene Margarite lent, ••arwicke (vvhose name Fame sounded had so far, 〈…〉〈…〉t men with Wonder view'd him as he went,

Of all men liuing the most popular,) Thought eu'ry houre to be but idely spent, On Englands troubled earth vntill he were, To view the troupes attending for him there.

And in his Army tooke with him along, Oxford, and Penbrooke, who had beene destroy'd▪ By Edward, sworne now to reuenge their wrong, By Burgoyne the French Admirall conuoy'd, At whose A••iue the shores with people throng: At sight of Warwicke, and so ouerioy'd, That eu'ry one, a VVarwicke, VVarwicke cryes, Well may the Red-Rose by great VVarwicke ri••••

Like some black cloud, which houering lately hu〈…〉〈…〉 Thrust on at last by th'windes impetuouspower, The groues and fields, comes raging in among, As though both foules and flockes it would deuoure That those abroad make to the shelters strong, To saue themselues from the outragious shower; Sofly the Yorkists before VVarwicks Drummes, Like a sterne Tempest roaring as he comes,

When Edward late who wore the costly Crowne, Himselfe so high and on his Fortunes bore, Then heard himselfe in euery place cry'd downe, And made much lesse, then he was great before, Nor dares he trust himselfe in any Towne, For in the In-lands as along the shore, Their Proclamations him a Traytor make, And each man charg'd against him Armes to tak••

For which the VVashes he is forc'd to wade, And in much perill lastly gets to Lin, To saue himselfe such shift King Edward made, For in more danger he had neuer bin,) Where finding three Dutch Hulkes which lay for trade, ••he great'st of them he hires to take him in; Richard his brother, Hastings his true friend, Scarse worth one sword their person•• to defend.

When VVarwicke now the only Prince of power, Edward the fourth out of the Kingdome fled, Commands himselfe free entrance to the Tower, And sets th'Imperiall wreath on Henrys head, Brings him through London to the Bishops bower, By the applanding people followed, Whose sh••ill re-ecchoing shouts resounds from far, A VVarwicke, VVarwicke, long liue Lancaster,

And presently a Parliament they call, In which they attaint King Edward in his blood, The lands and goods made forf••itures of all, That in this quarrell, with proud Yorke had▪ stood, Their friends in their old honours they install, Which they had lost now by an act made good, Intayle the Crovvne, on Henry and his heyres, The next on Clarence should they fayle in theirs,

Whilst VVarwicke thus King Henry doth aduance, ••ee but the Fate still following the sad Queene, ••uch Stormes and Tempests in that season chance, ••efore that time as seldome had bin seene,

That twice from Sea she was forc'd back to France, As angry Heauen had put it selfe betvvene Her and her loyes, and would a witnesse be, That naugh•• but sorrow, this sad Queene must see

This might haue lent her comfort yet at last, So many troubles hauing vndergone, And hauing through so many perils past, T'haue seene her husband setled on his Throne, Yet still the skies with clowds are ouercast, Well might shee heare, but of this sees she none, Which from far off, as flying newes doth greet her Naught but mischance, when she comes in, must meet her,

But all this while King Edward not dis••ay'd, His brother Charles of Burgondy so plyes, That though the subtill Duke on both side play'd, Edward and Henry both his neere Allies; Vpon the Duke King Edward yet so layd, (Hauing his sisters furtherance, who was wise,) That Vnderhand▪ his strength he sorestores, As that he dar'd t'attempt the English shores.

With foureteene Ships from th'Easterlings being hir'd, And foure Burgonians excellently man'd, After some time with stormes and tempests tyr'd, He neere the mouth of Humber haps to land, Where though the Beacons at his sight were fir'd, Yet few or none his entrance doe withstand, For that his friends had giuen it out before, He sought the Dukedome, and he would no more.

Vpon his march when forward as he came, Resolu'd to trye the very worst of Warre, He Summons Yorke (where of he bare the name) To him her Duke, her Gates that doth vnbarre, And comming next to Rocke-rear•• Nottingham, Mountgomery, Borough, Harrington and Par, Bring him their power▪ at Lecester againe, Three thousand came, to Hastings that retaine.

To Couentry and keeping on his way, (Sets downe his Army in the Cities sight,) Whereas that time the Earle of Warwicke lay, To whom he sends to dare him out to fight, Which still the Earle deferrs from day to day, Perceiuing well, that all things went not right, For with his succours Clarence came not in, Whom to suspect he greatly doth beginne,

And not in vaine, for that disloyall Lord, Taking those forces, he had leuied, leaues The Earle, and with his Brother doth accord, Which of all hope braue VVarwicke so bere••ue•••• ••hat now King Edward hopes to be restor'd, Which then too late the credulous Earle perceiues, Edward towards London with an Army sped, To take the Crown once more from Henrys head.

The Queene in France this woful newes that heard How farre through England▪ Edward thus had past; As how by Glarence (whom she euer fear'd,) VVarwicke behind-hand mightily was cast▪

This most vndaunted Queene her hopes yet cheer'd, By those great perills she had lately past▪ And from King Lewis doth three thousand prest▪ To ayde her friends in England in distresse,

Whilst she is busie gathering vp those aydes, (In so short time) as France could her afford, Couragious VVarwicke basely thus betray'd, By Clarence lewdly falsifying his word, The most couragious Earle no whit dismayd, But trusting still to his successefull Svvord, Follovves the King towards London march'•• be¦fore, Each day his Power increasing more and more.

But Edward by the Londoners let in, Who in their Gates his Army tooke to guard, VVarwicke this while that trifling had not bin, But with a povver sufficiently prepar'd, T'approach the City brauely doth begin, To dare the King, vvho lately him had dar'd, Who then from London his Arm'd forces leades, Towards where his march ambitious VVarwicke tread••

From London this, that from Saint Albans set, These two grād souldiers shoul••ring for the Crown, They in the mid-way are at Barnet met, Where then they set their puissant Armies downe, VVarwicke as neere as euer hee could get, But Edward onely taketh vp the Towne; Betwixt whose ••ents a Heath call'd Gladmore lyes, Where they prepare to act this bloody prize.

With Drums and Trumpets they awake the day, ••uffled in mists her lowring selfe that showes, To stop their madnesse doing all it may, ••howing what blood her light was like to lose: But hope of slaughter beares so great asway, That with the Sunne their rage still higher growes, Full were their hands of death, so freely dealt, That the most mortal wounds, the least were felt.

The aduerse Ensignes to each other waue, (As t'were) to call them forward to the field, The King the Earle, The Earle the King doth braue, Nor cares he for the Leopards in his shield, And whilst one friend another striues to saue, He's slaine himselfe if not enforc'd to yeeld, In either Army there is not one eye, But is spectator of some Tragedy.

Those wrongs the King had from the Earle re∣ceiu'd ••••pulst the Kingdome onely by his power, ••••en to the height his powerfull hand vp heau'd, ••or full'reuenge in this vnhappy houre, And by the King the Earle his hopes bereau'd, ••heltred by him from many a bloody shower, Spurres vp reuenge, and with that violent rage, That scarsely blood their fury could asswage.

VVarwicke who sees his Souldiers had the worse, And at a neere point to be put to flight, Throwing himselfe from o•• his Armed Horse, Thrusts in on foote into the deadliest fight,

Edward againe with an vnusuall force, In his owne person in the Armies sight, Puts for the Garland, which if now he lose, Warwicke his Crowne at pleasure would dispos••

To Edwards side, but fortune doth encline, Warwickes high valour then was but in vaine; His noble soule there destin'd to resigne, Braue Mountacute his valiant Brother slaine; Here Sommerset (with them that did combine) Forced to flye, and Exceste•• is faine, To saue himselfe by Sanctuary; this day Edward's victorious, and beares all away,

THis fatall field vnluckily thus lost, That very day so Destiny contriues, That the grieu'd Queene at Sea turmoyl'd and tost, Neere twenty dayes, in Weymouth Road ariues, Where scarcely landed, but Post after Post, Brings her this ill newes, vvhich so farre depriues▪ Her of all comfort, that shee curst and band, Those plaguy winds that suffered her to land:

Wert thou (quoth shee) so fortunate in fight, O noble VVarwicke, when thou wert our foe, And now thou stood'st in our indoubted right, And should'st for Henry thy high valour show, Thus to be slaine; what power in our despight, Watcheth from heau'n vpon our ouerthrow? Th'vnlucky Starres haue certainly made lawes▪ To marke for death the fauourers of our cause,

O vvhat infernall brought that Edward backe, 〈…〉〈…〉 late expel'd by VVarwickes powerfull hand, Was there no way his rotten Ship to wracke▪ Was there no Rock? was there no swallowing sand? And too, the wretched Subiects were so slacke, To suffer him so traiterously to land; Surely whole heau'n against vs haue conspir'd, Or in our troubles they had else beene tyr'd,

Was I for this so long detayn'd in France, From ragefull Tempests, and reseru'd till now, That I should land, to meete with this mischance: ••t must needes be the Powers haue made a vowe, Vp to that height my sorrowes to aduance, That before mine all miseries shall bowe: That all the sorrow mortalls can surmise, Shall fall far short o•• Margarites miseries.

These vvords scarse spoke, her halfe-slaine heart to ease ••t the least breath of comfort to preuent, ••he next ill newes, in rushing after these, ••as that King Henry to the Tower was sent, As though it selfe (euen) Destiny should please, 〈…〉〈…〉 wretched Margarites heauy discontent,) Thrunging so thick as like themselues to smother, Or as one ranne to ouertake another,

Those scattered Troopes from Barnet that escap'd, ••earing the Queene thus landed with her power, ••ugh much dismay'd with what had lately hapt, 〈…〉〈…〉 Gore▪ drown'd Gladmore in that bloody shower

And fearing by the foe to be entrapt: Through vntrod grounds▪ in many a tedious how•• Flocke to her dayly, till that by her ayde, Equall with Edwards they her Army made,

When Somerset, and Devonshire came in, To the sad Queene, and bad her not dispaire, Though they of late infortunate had bin, Yet there vvas helpe that Ruine to repaire, What they had lost they hop'd againe to win, And that the way lay open yet, and faire, For that the West would wholly with her rise, Besides from VValles assur'd her of Supplyes,

And euery day still adding to their Force, As on their Host tow'rds Glocester they guide, When Edward finding their intended course, Againe for Battell strongly doth prouide, Both Armies they supply vvith Foote and Horse, By both their friends, as they affect the side, And in their march at T••wkesbury they met, Where they in Order their Battalions set.

Ill was her choyse of this vneuen ground, Lucklesse the place, vnlucky vvas the howre, The Heauens vpon her so extreamely frownd, As on her head their plagues at once to powre; As in a Deluge here her hopes were drown'd, Here sees she death her faithfull friends deuoure, The earth is fil'd with grones, the aire with cry〈…〉〈…〉 Horrour on each side doth enclose her eyes,

Neuer did death so terribly appeare, 〈…〉〈…〉e first their Armes the English learnt to weeld, ••ho would see slaughter, might behold it heere; 〈…〉〈…〉 the true shape vpon this fatall field, 〈…〉〈…〉 vaine was valour, and in vaine was feare, 〈…〉〈…〉 vaine to fight, in vaine it was to yeeld, In vayne to flye; for destiny discust, By their owne hands, or others, dye they must.

Here her deare Deuonshire noble Courtney dyde, ••er faithfull friend great Somerset here fell, ••••lnes, Leukn••r, Hamden, Whittingham beside, O Margarite, who thy miseries can tell, ••harp were those swords which made their wounds so, wide Whose blood the soy••e did with abundance swell, Other her friends into the Towne that fled, Taken, no better then the former sped.

But the amazing misery of all, 〈…〉〈…〉 heauen the great'st vntill the last had kept. 〈…〉〈…〉 it would say, that after this none shall 〈…〉〈…〉 mortall eyes be worthy to be wept, The Prince her sonne who sees his friends thus fall, And on each side their ••arkases lye heapt, Making away in this most piteous plight, 〈…〉〈…〉s taken prisoner in his tardy flight,

And forth by Cr••fts▪ before the con〈…〉〈…〉 or brought ••is Proclamation cleering euery doubt▪ 〈…〉〈…〉he youths safety▪ liuing where he caught, 〈…〉〈…〉 a reward to him should bring him out,

But when they once had found him whō they soug〈…〉〈…〉 Hearing his answeres, Princely, wise, and stout, Those bloody brothers, Hastings and the rest, Sheath'd their sharpe ponyards in his many br〈…〉〈…〉

Queene Margarite thus of mortalls most forlo〈…〉〈…〉 Her sonne now slaine, her army ouerthrowne, Left to the world, as fortunes only scorne, And not one friend to whom to make her moane, (To so much wo was neuer woman borne) This wretched Lady wandring all alone, Gets to a homely Cell not farre away, If possibly to hide her from the day.

But wretched woman quickly there bewray'd, She thence is taken and to Prison sent, Meanely attended, miserably array'd, The people wondring at her as she went, Of whom the most malicious her vpbray'd, With good Duke Humphries death, her heart to rent Whilst her milde lookes, and Gracefull gesture drue▪ Many a sad eye, her miseries to rue,

Till by Duke Rayner Ransomed at last, Her tender Father, who a Prince but poore, Borrow'd great Summes of Lewis, with much wast Which for he was not able to restore, Prouince and both the Cicils, to him past, With fruitfull Naples which was all his store; To bring her backe from earthly ioyes exil'd, The vndon Father helpes the vndone Child.

And though enlarg'd ere she could leane the land. 〈…〉〈…〉king a long yeere of each short-liu'd houre, 〈…〉〈…〉e heares that by Duke Richards murthering hand, ••he King her husband suffers in the Towre, As though high heauen had layd a strict command, Vpon each starre, some plague on her to powre: And vntill now that nothing could suffice, Nor giue a period to her miseries.

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Notes

• The family of Yorke sough•• under hand to promoue their title a∣bout that time.
• After the se¦cond conque•••• of France by Henry the ••ift.
• The Christian Princes seeke to 〈…〉〈…〉 a peace between 〈…〉〈…〉 and France.
• A 〈…〉〈…〉 18 moneths.
• Poo••e in this time of ••eac•• ••••••our••th •••• ••onclud•• a Mar••••age be••••ixt th•• Lady Mar∣garire and the King his Master.
• Poole taken with the ex∣••••••ding 〈…〉〈…〉 ••y of the Princesse.
• He had only the title of these King∣domes with∣out any l••••••∣lyhoo••
• Margarite Duk Reyners Daughter.
• A 〈…〉〈…〉 of a 〈…〉〈…〉 Amba〈…〉〈…〉our with ••••e •••••••• of 〈…〉〈…〉 onely daugh∣ter.
• The high prai∣ses of the Princesse Margarites beauty.
• Poole•• fol∣lowers placed about the King to work •••• owne ends.
• The prouinces of France gi∣uen to Duke Reyner for 〈…〉〈…〉 Daughter.
• Poole created first from an Earle, Mar∣que〈…〉〈…〉 and afte•• Duke of Suffolke.
• The people exceedingly r••pin•• for the giuing a••ay of the Pro∣uinces.
• A Simily.
• S••ffolke Pro∣curator for the King.
• The marriage solem••••zed•••••• the city of Towers.
• The great con¦course to ho¦nour the So∣l••••nization.
• Margaret in French signi∣f••••th a Days••e
• The Queene brauely ente••∣tained in pas∣sing through Normandy.
• The King stayeth for the 〈…〉〈…〉 at Port••mouth.
• Great and fearefull Tempests at the comming in of the Que••ne.
• The Duke of Yor〈…〉〈…〉 dis∣charged of hi•• Regency in France, and the Duke of Sommerset in h•••• place.
• A Charract•••• of the Duke of Glocester▪
• The greatest persons of the Queenes Fa∣••••••••••.
• A Parlia∣mentat Saint Edmunds-Bury.
• The Duke of Gloster ares••¦ed by the high Marshall of England.
• The Duke murthered.
• The p••••p•••• mutiny.
• The death o•• the Duk was the vtter 〈…〉〈…〉row of the house of L••••caster.
• The affaires of England fall t•• ruin•• ••pon the death of the Duke.
• The Irish re∣bell▪
• The French ••re vp in A〈…〉〈…〉s.
• The Norman r••uolt.
• Town•••• in Normandy y••elded to th〈…〉〈…〉 enemy. There had been a form••▪ contract be∣twene the King and th〈…〉〈…〉 Earle of Ar¦minacks on∣ly Daughter but being by▪ the Duke o〈…〉〈…〉 Suffolke an∣nulled, cause〈…〉〈…〉 ••he Earle •••••• after to be •• vowed ene〈…〉〈…〉 •••• the Englis〈…〉〈…〉
• The com∣mons charg•• ••he Duke of Sommerset▪ with th••▪ loss•• of Normand▪
• Articles of Treason put into the Par¦liament a∣gainst the Dukes o•• Sommerset ••nd Suffolke.
• The Duke of Suf••olke••an••∣••••ea for sine y••••res.
• The extreame hate the peo∣ple had to the Duke.
• This ship was (as our hy∣stories report) called the Ni∣cholas o•• th•• tower, a ship that belongd to the Duke of Excest••r, of whom ••n•• Water was the Captaine.
• The sub••••ll policie of the Duke of Yorke.
• The charac∣ter of Iacke Cads.
• Deriuing his title from Phillip the onely Daugh∣ter and heire of Lyonel Duke of Cla∣rence the third sonne of Ed the 3 wed¦ded to Ed∣mund Morti∣mur Earle of March.
• The Stafford•• slaine by th•• Rebels▪
• Iacke Cade takes London▪
• The Vulgar▪
• The Valiant Talbot slaine.
• Richard Ne∣uill the Fa∣ther, and Ri∣chard Neuill the sonne.
• The Duke of Sommerset arested.
• The King re∣••••uired of a dangerous sicknesse.
• The Queene preuailing against the Duke of York.
• The Duke of Yorke 〈…〉〈…〉seth an army in the Marches of Wales.
• The first Bat∣taile at Sa•••••• Albans.
• Humfrey Earle of Stafford, el∣dest sonne to the Duke of Buckingham.
• The King crept into a poore Cottage
• The lawlesse ••surpation of the York••st••▪
• Salsbury made Ch〈…〉〈…〉
• Warwicke Captaiue of Ca••••••ce.
• Henry Beu∣fo•••• Duke of Summerset, after the de∣cease of his▪ father Ed∣mond.
• The Duke of Excester ta∣ken out of the Sanctuary a•• Westminster.
• The Duke of Yorke, the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke put out of office.
• The Queene had plotted to haue the Duke murthe¦red at Couen∣try,
• A solemne procession in Pauls by both the faction••.
• The Queene inwardly g••uching at Warwickes greatnesse▪
• Warwick in perill to hau•• bin slaine▪ passing th•• street.
• The men of Cheshire ••pan•• ••n the quarre••••.
• The 〈…〉〈…〉
• A great 〈…〉〈…〉
• The Lord A〈…〉〈…〉
• E••••••rd Earl of March, el∣dest sonne to •••••• Duke t•••• Ea〈…〉〈…〉 and Warwicke.
• A Simily.
• A Parli••∣••ent at 〈…〉〈…〉
• The men of Kent rise with the Torkists.
• The name of Warwicke fearefull to hu enemies.
• A great pa•••• of the Nobi∣lity slaine at Nerthampton
• The Duke of Yorke•• inso∣lence.
• The Quee•••• impatient •• the Dukes pride.
• The Dukes oft 〈…〉〈…〉 ruine.
• The E••rle •••• Salsbury b•••• heade••▪
• The end of young Rut∣land.
• The Battaile •••• Morti∣••••••s Crosse.
• Three s••n••ey seene▪ at one time.
• Owen Tudor•• end.
• King Henry left before to the keeping of the Duke of Norfolke, and the Earle of Warwicke.
• The Queene getteth the day at Saint Albans.
• The Yorkists Army dis∣••omfited at this second Batt••ll at Saint Albans
• King Henry of no account
• The King ••••et•• with the Queene and her ••••••••••
• 〈…〉〈…〉
• The cruelty of the Queen
• King Henry most 〈…〉〈…〉
• The London∣ers deny the Queene victu¦aile for her Army.
• The Duke of Yorke entreth London with applause of the people.
• Edward m•••• King by the suffrage of the Commons▪
• King Edward 〈…〉〈…〉 from 〈…〉〈…〉 to 〈…〉〈…〉
• The Lord Fitzwater and Bastard Neuill slam••
• Warwicke ••••w•••• to re∣••snge his bro∣thers death.
• Warwickes de••••era••e •••••• s••luti••••
• No quarter ••e••t at Tow∣ton.
• Towton field.
• A miserable defect of the Queenes friends.
• The greate•••• slaughter in all that ciui•••• Warre.
• The King and Queen forced to forsake the Land
• The Earle of Oxford and •••• Sonne at∣tainted.
• Queene Mar∣garit a womā of an ••ndain∣ted spirit.
• The Queene in euery en∣terprise most vnfor••••nate.
• Queene Mar∣garite raiseth •• new Army.
• S••me that ••ad submitted themselues to King Edward ••e••olt at king Henrys com∣ming.
• Kin Edward prouideth to resist Queen•• Margarites comming in.
• The Conflict at Hegly-More.
• The Bot••aile▪ of Exh••••.
• Queene Mar¦garites 〈…〉〈…〉 goes still •••• ••wrack••.
• King Henry and the Queane ••••••••
• The Conflict at Hegly-More.
• The Bot••aile. of Exham.
• Queene Mar¦garites perty goes still to •• wracke.
• King Henry and the Queene par••.
• King Henry▪ comming dis, guised into England, is discouered and taken prisoner.
• King Henry was borne the greatest of Christian Kings.
• The pollicie of King Ed∣ward.
• Warwick sent into France to intreat for a marriage betwixt King Edward and Bona the French Queens sister. The Dutch∣esse of Bed∣ford after Iohn her hus∣bands deceas•• was w••dded••••▪ Sir Richard Wooquile. Knight, whos•• daughter •••••• Lady was.
• Her husband slain at Saint Albans on the ••••••g•• part.
• 〈…〉〈…〉 King 〈…〉〈…〉
• Warwicke deeply di••••••••∣bles his dis∣〈…〉〈…〉.
• a

  George se∣cond brother to King Ed∣ward, and by him 〈…〉〈…〉 Duke of Cla∣rence.
• b

  Warwicke by his Agents had stirred vp this rebellion in the North, he himselfe be∣ing at Calli••••, th•• it might s•••••••• not to be done by him, they had to their Cap∣taines, Henry Fitz-Hugh Henry Neuil and Sir Iohn Coniers.
• c

  The Ear••e of Penbroke and h•••• bro∣ther Richard Herbert ouer∣throwne at Banbury field
• d

  These R••∣b••ls had to their Captain one whom they termed Robin of Rids dale.
• The Earle Riuers was Father to the Lady Gray, then Queene of England.
• f

  The Earle ••aketh the King prisoner at ••••lney in Warwickeshir••, entring open this campe 〈…〉〈…〉 the ••••ght.
• g

  They had to their Captaine Robert W••lls, sonn•• to the Lord W••lles, T〈…〉〈…〉 field.
• h

  The Lord Vaucleere a Gascoyne borne.
• i

  A knowne Port Towne of Normandy
• k

  A Towne where the French King lay.
• l

  〈…〉〈…〉
• The Queene•• speech to the Earle in the soure follow∣ing Stanzaes▪
• Barron ••••ul∣co•• bringe was brother to Richard Ne∣••••ll Earle of Salsbury, and Richard Earl of Warwicke, & Iohn Mar∣quesse Moun∣••acute were Sonnes to the sayd Earle.
• Warwickes reply in the two following Stanzaes.
• Prince Ed∣ward affyed to Anne the Earle of War¦wicks daugh∣ter.
• Warwicke makes prepa∣ration for a ••••w Warre.
• Warwicke so famous that he was seene with wonder.
• A Simile.
• Warwick dri∣ueth King Edward out of the King∣dome.
• Warwicke takes Ki•• Henry the T〈…〉〈…〉
• King Edward and his adhe∣rents ai••ai••∣ted by act of Parliament.
• Queene Mar∣garite neuer sees any thing that might giue her comfort.
• The Duke of Burgondy bro∣ther in Law to King Ed∣ward, so was ••he 〈…〉〈…〉 King Henry by his Grand mother being the daughter of Iohn of Gaunt.
• Torke yeelded vp to King Edward.
• Succours••on•• ••••ing into Ed¦ward.
• King Edward sets downe h•• Army beso•• Couentry, da¦ring Warwicke to the field.
• Clarence 〈…〉〈…〉 his father in Law the Earle of Warwicke.
• Warwicke followes the King towards London.
• King Edward ••••ts •••••• of London 〈…〉〈…〉.
• The Armies meet at Bar∣••t.
• The Armes of England.
• Warwickes high 〈…〉〈…〉
• The Earle of Warwicke & ••is brother Marquesse Mountacute ••aine.
• ••hat very day ••hat Warwick ••as slaine the Queene ••ands.
• ••he Queenes ••eech hea∣••ng of War∣wicks defeat 〈…〉〈…〉 the three ••ollowing ••anzaes.
• Cause of new sorrow to the Queene.
• The remnant of the Ar∣my which escaped a•• Barnet re∣sort to the Queene.
• The Queene encouraged by her friends
• The Armies meete at Tukesbury.
• A place ill ••••osen on the Queenes part
• A bloody battell.
• The Queene•• Army ouer∣throwne.
• Prince Ed¦ward taken prisoner. Vpon the Kings Pro∣clamation of a great re∣ward to him that could bring him 〈…〉〈…〉
• As also of the Princes safety, Sir Richard Crosts is won to discouer his prisoners. Prince Ed∣ward stabd to death.
• Queene Mar¦garite gets into a poore Cell.
• Lewis of France.
• Duke Rayner ••••d••••th him∣selfe to ran∣s〈…〉〈…〉 his Daughter.
• The Earle of Gloster after Richard the third.