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While Heau'n's Directer, whose reuengefull brow “If all the campe proue traytors to my lord, Would to the guilty head no rest allow,

Shall spotlesse Norfolke falsifie his word?
Lookes on the other part with milder eyes : Mine oath is past, I swore t'vphold his crowne,
At bis command an angel swiftly flies

And that shall swim, or I with it will drowne.
From sacred Truth's perspicuous gate, to bring It is too late now to dispute the right;
A crystall vision on his golden wing.

Dare any tongue, since Yorke spred forth his light,
This lord, thus sleeping, thought he saw and knew | Northumberland, or Buckingham, defame,
His lamblike vnkle, whom that tiger slew,

Two valiant Cliffords, Roos, or Beaumonts, name, Whose powerfull words encourage him to fight : Because they in the weaker quarrell die? Goe on, iust scourge of murder, vertue's light, They had the king with them, and so haue I. The combate, which thou shalt this day endure, But eu'ry eye the face of Richard shunnes, Makes England's peace for many ages sure : For that foule murder of his brother's sonnes : Thy strong invasion cannot be withstood,

Yet lawes of knighthood gaue me not a sword The Earth assists thee with the cry of blood; To strike at him, whom all with ioynt accord The Heav'n shall blesse thy hopes, and crowne thy Haue made my prince, to whom I tribute bring: ioyes,

I hate his vices, but adore the king. See, how the fiends, with loud and dismall noyse, Victorious Edward, if thy soule can beare (Presaging vultures, greedy of their prey) Thy seruant Howard, I deuoutly sweare, On Richari's tent their scaly wings display.” That to haue sau'd thy children from that day, The holy king then offer'd to his view

My hopes on Earth should willingly decay; A liuely tree, on which three branches grew : Would Glouster then my perfect faith had tryed, But when the hope of fruit had made him glad, And made two graues, when noble Hastings died." All fell to dust: at which the earle was sad ; This said, his troopes he into order drawes, Yet comfort comes againe, when from the roote Then doubled haste redeemes his former pause : He sees a bough into the north to shoote,

So stops the sayler for a voyage bound, Which, nourisht there, extends it selfe froin thence, When on the sea he heares the tempests sound, And girds this iland with a firme defence:

Till pressing hunger to remembrance sends, There he beholds a high and glorious throne, That on his course his houshold's life depends : Where sits a king by lawrell garlands knowne, With this he cleares the doubts that vext his minde, Like bright Apollo in the Muses' quires,

And puts his ship to mercy of tbe winde. His radiant eyes are watchfull heauenly fires ; The duke's stout presence and couragious lookes, Beneath his feete pale Enuie bites her chaine, Were to the king as falls of sliding brookes, And snaky Discord whets her sting in vaine. Which bring a gentle and delightfull rest “Thou seest,” said Henry,“wise and potent lames, To weary eyes, with grieuous care opprest: This, this is he, whose happy vnion tames

He bids that Norfolke and his hopefull sonne The sauage feudes, and shall those lets deface, (Whose rising fame in armes this day begun) Which keepe the bordrers from a deare imbrace: Should leade the vantguard: for so great command Both nations shall, in Britaine's royall crowne, He dares not trust in any other hand; Their diffring names, the signes of faction drowne; 'l'he rest he to his owne aduice referres, The siluer streames which from this spring in And as the spirit in that body stirres; crease,

Then putting on his crowne, a fatall signe, Bedew all Christian hearts with drops of peace; (So offer'd beasts neere death in garlands shine) Obserue how hopefull Charles is borne t' asswage He rides about the rankes, and strives t inspire The winds, that would disturbe this golden age. Each brest with part of his vnwearied fire: When that great king sball full of glory leaue To those who had his brother's seruants been, The Earth as base, then may this prince receiue And had the wonders of his valour seene, The diadem, without his father's wrong,

He saith: “ My fellow souldiers, tho' your swords
May take it late, and may possesse it long; Are sharpe, and need not whetting by my words ;
Aboue all Europe's princes shine thou bright, Yet call to minde those many glorious dayes,
O God's selected care, and man's delight”

In which we treasur'd vp immortall prayse;
Here gentle sleepe forsooke his clouded browes, If when I seru'd, I euer Aed from foe,
And full of holy thoughts, and pious vowes, Fly ye from mine, let me be punisht so:
He kist the ground assoone as he arose,

But if my father, when at first he try'd, When watchfull Digby, who among his foes How all his sonnes could shining blades abide, Had wanderd vnsuspected all the night,

Found me an eagle, whose vndazled eyes Reports that Richard is prepar'd to fight.

Affront the beames which from the steele arise, Long since the king had thought it time to send And if I now in action teach the same, [names For trusty Norfolke, his vndaunted friend,

Know, then, ye haue but chang'd your gen'rall's Who, hasting from the place of his abode,

Be still your selues, ye fight against the drosse Found at the doore a world of papers strow'il ; Of those, that oft haue runne from you with losses Some would affright him from the tyrant's aide, How many Somersets, dissention's brands, Affirming that his master was betray'd;

Haue felt the force of our reuengefull hands? Some laid before him all those bloody deeds, From whome this youth, as from a princely floud, From which a line of sharpe reuenge proceeds, Deriues his best, yet not vntainted blond: With much compassion, that so braue a knight Have our assaulis made Lancaster to droupe ? Should serue a lord, against wbom angels fight; And shall this Welshman, with bis ragged troupe, And others put suspicions in his minde,

Subdue the Norman and the Saxon line, That Richard, most obseru'd, was most vnkind. That onely Merlin may be thought diuinc? The duke awhile these cautious words reuolues See, what a guide these fugitiues haue chose ! With serious thoughts, and thus at last resolues : Who, bred among the French, our aucient foes,

Forgets the English language, and the ground, His speach was answer'd with a gen'rall nojue And knowes not what our drums and trumpets Of acclamations, doubtlesse signes of joyes sound.”

Which souldiers vtterd, as they forward went, To others' minds their willing oaths he drawes, The sure forerunners of a faire euent : He tells his just decrees, and healthfull lawes, So when the Winter to the Spring bequeathes And makes large proffers of his future grace. The rule of time, and mild Pauonius breathes, Thus hauing ended, with as chearefull face, A quire of swans to that sweete musicke sings, As Nature, which his stepdame still was thought, The ayre resounds the motion of their wings, Could lend to one, without proportion wrought, When ouer plaines they fie in orderd rankes, Some, with loud shouting, make the valleyes ring, To sport themselues vpon Caïster's bankes. But most with murmur sigh, “God saue the king.” Bold Oxford leades the vantguard vp amaine,

Now carefull Henry sends his seruant Bray Whose valiant offers heretofore were vaine,
To Stanley, who accounts it safe to stay,

When he his loue to Lancaster exprest,
And dares not promise, lest his haste should bring But now, with more indulgent fortune blest,
His sonne to death, now pris'ner with the king. His men he toward Norfolke's quarter drew,
About the same time, Brakenbury came,

And straight the one the other's ensignes knew;
And thus to Stanley saith, in Richard's name: For they in seu’rall armies were display'd,
“My lord, the king salutes you, and commands This oft in Edward's, that in Henry's ayde:
That to his ayde you bring your ready bands, The sad remembrance of those bloudy fights,
Or eļse he sweares by him that sits on high, Incenst new anger in these noble knights.
Before the armies joyne, your sonne shall die." A marish lay betweene, which Oxford leaues
At this the lord stood, like a man that heares Vpon his right hand, and the Sunne receiues
The iudge's voyce, which condemnation beares; Behind him, with aduantage of the place;
Till, gath'ring vp his spirits, he replies:

For Norfolke must endure it on his face, My fellow Hastings' death hath made me wise, And yet his men aduance their speares and swords More than my dreame could him, for I no more Against this succour, which the Heau'n affords; Will trust the tushes of the angry bore;

His horse and foote possest the field in length, If with my George's bloud he staine his throne, Whilebowmen went before them, for their strength: I thanke my God, I haue more sonnes than one: Thus marching forth, they set on Oxford's band, Yet, to secure his life, I quiet stand

He feares their number, and with strict command, Against the king, not lifting vp my band.” His souldiers closely to the standard drawes : The messenger departs of hope denyd.

Then Howard's troupes, amaz'd, begin to pause; Then noble Stanley, taking Bray aside,

They doubt the slights of battell, and prepare Saith: “ Let my sonne proceede, without despaire, To guard their valour with a trench of care. Assisted by his mother's almes, and prayre, This sudden stop made warlike Vere more bold, God will direct both him and me to take

To see their fury in a moment cold;
Best courses, for that blessed woman's sake." His rankes he in a larger forme displayes,
The earle, by this delay, was not inclin'd

Which all were archers counted in those dayes,
To feare nor anger, knowing Stanley's mind; The best of English souldiers, for their skill
But, calling all his chiefe commanders neare, Could guide their shafts according to their will;
He boldly speakes, while they attentive heare: The feather'd wood they from their bowes let flie,
“ It is in vaine, braue friends, to shew the right No arrow fell, but caus'd some man to die :
Which we are forc'd to seeke by ciuill fight. So painfull bees, with forward gladnesse, striue
Your swords are brandisht in a noble cause, To ioyne themselues in throngs before the hiue,
To free your country from a tyrant's iawes. And with obedience till that hour attend,
What angry planet, what disastrous signe,

When their commander shall his watchword send: Directs Plantagenet's afflicted line)

Then to the winds their tender sailes they yield, Ah ! was it not enough, that mutuall ragé

Depresse the flowres, depopulate the field: In deadly battels should this race ingage,

Wise Norfolke, to auoyde these shafts the more, Till by their blowes themselues they fewer make, Contriues his battaile thin, and sharpe before; And pillers fall, which France could neuer shake? He thus attempts to pierce into the hart, But must this crooked monster now be found, And breake the orders of the aduerse part: To lay rough hands on that vnclosed wound? As when the cranes direct their flight on high, His secret plots have much increast the flood; To cut their way, they in a trigon flie, He, with his brother's and his nephews' blood, Which pointed figure may with ease divide Hath staind the brightnesse of his father's flowres. Opposing blasts, through which they swiftly glide, And made his owne white rose as red as ours.

But now the wings make haste to Oxford's ayde, This is the day, whose splendour puts to flight The left by valiant Sauage was display'd; Obscuring clouds, and brings an age of light. His lusty souldiers were attir'd in white, We see no hindrance of those wished times, They moue like drifts of snow, whose sudden fright But this vsurper, whose depressing crimes

Constraines the weary passenger to stay, Will driue him from the mountaine where he And, beating on his face, confounds bis way. stands,

Braue Talbot led the right, whose grandsire's name So that he needs must fall without our hands, Was his continuall spurre to pur:hase fame: In this we happy are, that by our armes,

Both these rusht in, while Norfolke, like a wall, Both Yorke and Lancaster reuenge their barmes. Which, oft with engines crackt, disdaines to fall, Here Henry's seruants ioyne with Edward's friends, Maintaines his station by defensiue fight, And leaue their priuat griefes for publike ends." Till Surrey pressing forth, with youthfull might, Thus ceasing, he implores th' Almightie's grace, Sends many shadowes to the gates of Death. And bids, that euery captaine take his place. When dying mouths had gaspt forth purple breath,

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His father followes : age and former paines And for his throte prepares a whetted knife,
Had made him slower, yet he still retaines

So goes this harmelesse lord to end his life;
His ancient vigour; and with much delight The axe is sharpen'd, and the block prepar'd,
To see his sonne do maruailes in his sight,

But worthy Ferrers equall portion shar'd
He seconds bim, and from the branches cleaues Of griefe and terrour which the pris'ner felt,
Those clusters, which the former vintage leaues. His tender eyes in teares of pity melt,
Now Oxford flyes (as lightning) thro' his troupes, And hasting to the king, he boldly said :
And with his presence cheares the part that “ My lord, too many bloody staines are laid
droupes :

By enuious tongues vpon your peacefull raigne ;
His braue endeuours Surrey's force restraine O may their malice euer spcake in vaine !
Like bankes, at which the ocean stormes in vaine. Afford not this advantage to their spite,
The swords and armours shine as sparkling coales, None should be kill'd to day, but in the fight :
Their clashing drownes the grones of parting soules; Your crowne is strongly fixt, your cause is good ;
The peacefull neighbours, who had long desir'd Cast not vpon it drops of harmelesse blood;
To find the causes of their feare expir'd,

His life is nothing, yet will dearely cost,
Are newly grieu'd, to see this scarlet food, If, while you seek it, we perhaps haue lost
And English ground bedew'd with English blood. Occasions of your conquest : thither flie,
Stout Rice and Herbert leade the power of Wales, Where rebels arm'd, with cursed blades shall die,
Their zeale to Henry moues the hills and dales And yeeld in death to your victorious awe:
To sound their country-man's beloued name, Let naked hands be censur'd by the law”
Who shall restore the British off-spring's ne; Such pow'r his speech and seemely action hath,
These make such slaughter with their glaucs and It mollifies the tyrant's bloody wrath,

And he commands, tbat Strange's death te stay'd.
That carefull bardes may fill their precious bookes The noble youth (wbo was before dismay'd
With prayses, which from warlike actions spring, At death's approching sight) now sweetly cleares
And take new themes, when to their harpes they His cloudy sorrowes, and forgets his feares :

As when a steare to burning altars led,
Besides these souldiers borne within this ile, Expecting fatall blowes to cleaue his head,
We must not of their part the French beguile, Is by the priest, for some religious cause,
Whom Charles for Henry's succour did prouide, Sent backe to liue, and now in quiet drawes
A lord of Scotland, Bernard, was their guide, The open ayre, and takes his wonted food,
A blossome of the Stuarts' happy line,

And neuer thinkes how neere to death he stood.
Which is on Britaine's throne ordain'd to shine: The king, though ready, yet his march delayd,
The Sun, whose rayes the Heau'n with beauty To haue Northumberland's expected ayde.

To him industrious Ratcliffe swiftly hies ;
From his ascending, to his going downe,

But Percy greets him thus : “My troubled eyes
Saw not a brauer leader in that age;

This night beheld my father's angry ghost,
And Bosworth field must be the glorious stage, Aduising not to ioyne with Richard's host:
In which this northerne eagle learnes to flie, * Wilt thou,' said he, ‘so much obscure my shield,
And tries those wings, which after rayse him high, To beare mine azure lion in the field
When he, beyond the snowy Alpes renown'd, With such a gen'rall ? Aske him, on wbich side
Shall plant French lillies in Italian ground; His sword was drawne, when I at Towton died.""
And cause the craggy Apennine to know,

When Richard knew that both his hopes were
What froits on Caledonian mountaines grow. He forward sets with cursing and disdaine, (vaine,
Now in this ciuill warre, the troupes of France And cries : “Who would not all these lords detest?
Their banners dare on English ayre aduance, When Percy changeth, like the Moone, his crest.”
And on their launces' points destruction bring This speech the heart of noble Ferrers rent:
To fainting seruants of the guilty king;

He answers : Sir, though many dare repent,
When heretofore they had no powre to stand That which they cannot now without your wrong,
Against our armies in their natiue land,

And onely grieue they haue been true too long, But melting fled, as wax before the flame,

My brest shall neuer bcare so foule a staine ;
Dismay'd with thunder of Saint George's name. If any ancient blood in me remaine,

Now Henry with his vnkle Pembroke moues, Which from the Norman conqu'rours tooke descent,
The rereward on, and Stanley then approues It shall be wholly in your seruice spent ;
His loue to Richmond's person, and his cause, I will obtaine to day, aliue or dead,
He from his army of three thousand drawes The crownes that grace a faithfull souldier's head.”
A few choyse men, and bids the rest obay

Blest be thy tongue,” replies the king, “in thee
His valiant brother, who shall proue this day The strength of all thine ancestors I see,
As famious as great Warwick, in whose hand Extending warlike armes for England's good,
The fate of England's crowne was thought to stand : By thee their heire, in valour as in blood.”
With these he closely steales to helpe bis friend, But here we leave the king, and must reuiew
While his maine forces stirre not, but attend Those sonnes of Mars, who cruell blades imbrue
The younger Stanley, and to Richard's eye In riuers, sprung from hearts that bloodlesse lie,
Appeare not parties, but as standers by.

And staine their shining armes in sanguine die.
Yet Stanley's words so much the king incense, Here valiant Oxford and fierce Norfolke meet,
That he exclaimes: “ This is a false pretense : And with their speares each other rudely greete ;
His doubtfull answere shall not saue his some, About the ayre tbe shivered pieces play,
Yong Strange shall die : see, Catesby, this be done.” Then on their swords their noble hands they lay,
Now like a lambe, which taken from the folds, And Norfolke first a blow directly guides
The slaughter-man with rude embraces holds, To Oxford's head, which from his helmet slides

Vpon his'arme, and, biting through the steele, Set England's royall wreath vpon a stake,
Inflicts a wound, which Vere disdaines to feele; There will I fight, and not the place forsake :
He lifts his fauchion with a threatniog grace,

And if the will of God hath so dispos'd, And hewes the beuer off from Howard's face. That Richmond's brow be with tbe crowne inclos'd, This being done, he, with compassion charm'd, I shall to him, or his, giue doubtlesse signes, Retires, asham'd to strike a man disarmd : That duty in my thoughts, not faction, shines.” But straight a deadly shaft, sent from a bow, The earnest souldiers still the chase pursue : (Whose master, though farre off, the duke could But their commanders griene they should imbrue know)

Their swords in blood which springs from Englisla Votimely brought this combat to an end,

veines, And pierc'd the braine of Richard's constant friend. The peacefull sound of trumpets them restraines When Oxford saw him sinke, his noble soule From further slaughter, with a milde retreat Was full of griefe, which made him thus condole: To rest contented in this first defeate. “ Farewell, true knight, to whom no costly grane The king intended, at his setting out, Can giue due honour : would my teares might saue To helpe his vantguard, but a nimble scout Those streames of blood, deseruing to be spilt Runnes crying: “Sir, I saw not farre from hence, lo better seruice: had not Richard's guilt

Where Richmond houers with a small defence, Such heauy weight vpon his fortune laid,

And, like one guilty of some beynous ill, Thy glorious vertues had his sinnes outwaigh'd." Is couer'd with the shade of yonder bill.” Couragious Talbot had with Surrey inet,

The rauen, almost famisht, ioyes pot more, And after many blowes begins to fret,

When restlesse billowes tumble to the shore That one so young in armes should thus, vnmou'd, A heap of bodies shipwrackt in the seas, Resist his strength, so oft in warre approu'd. Than Richard with these newes bimselfe doth And now the earle beholds his father fall;

He now diuerts his course another way, (please : Whose death like horrid darknesse frighted all : And, with his army led in faire array, Some giue themselues as captiues, others flie, Ascends the rising ground, and taking view But this young lion casts his gen'rous eye

Of Henry's souldiers, sees they are but few : On Mowbray's lion, painted in his shield,

Imperiall courage fires his noble brest, And with that king of beasts repines to yeeld : He sets a threatning speare within his rest, The field,” saith he, “ in which the lion stands, Thus saying : “ All true knights, on me attend, Is blood, and blood I offer to the hands

I soone will bring this quarrell to an end : Of daring foes; but neuer shall my flight

If none will follow, if all faith be gone, Die blacke my lion, which as yet is white." Behold, I goe to try my cause alone." His enemies (like cunning huntsmen) striue He strikes bis spurres into his horse's side, la binding snares, to take their prey alive, With bim stout Louell and bold Ferrers ride; While he desires t'expose his naked brest,

To them braue Ratcliffe, gen'rous Clifton, haste, And thinkes the sword that dee pest strikes is best. Old Brakenbury scornes to be the last : Young Howard single with an army fights, As borne with wings, all worthy spirits flye, When, mou'd with pitie, two renowned knights, Resolu'd for safety of their prince to dye ; Strong Clariodon, and valiant Coniers, trie And Catesby to this number addes his name, To rescue him, in which attempt they die ; Though pale with feare, yet ouercomne with shame. For Sauage, red with blood of slaughter'd foes, Their boldnesse Richmond dreads not, but admires; Doth them in midst of all his lroopes inclose, He sees their motion like to rolling fires, Where, though the captaine for their safetie Which by the winde along the fields are borne striues,

Amidst the trees, the hedges, and the corne, Yet baser bands deprive them of their liues. Where they the hopes of husbandmen consume, Now Surrey fainting, scarce his sword can hold, And fill the troubled ayre with dusky fume. Which made a common svuldier grow so bold, Now as a carefull lord of neighb'ring grounds, To lay rude hands vpon that noble flower ;

He keepes the flame from entring in his bounds, Which be disdaigning, (anger giues him power) Each man is warn'd to hold his station sure, Erects his weapon with a nimble round,

Prepar'd with courage strong assaults t'endure : And sends the peasant's arme to kisse the ground. But all in vainė, no force, no warlike art, This done, to Talbot he presents his blade, From sudden breaking can preserue that part, And saith : “ It is not hope of life hath made Where Richard like a dart from thunder falles : This my submission, but my strength is spent, Sis foes giue way, and stand as brazen walles And some, perbaps of villaine blood, will vent On either side of his inforced path, My weary soule. this fauour I demand,

While he neglects them, and reserves his wrath That I may die by your victorious hand.”

For himn whose death these threatning clouds would “ Nay, God forbid that any of my name,”

cleare, Quoth Talbot, “should put out so bright a flame Whom now with gladncs he beholdetb neere, As burnes in thee, braue youth! where thou hast And all those faculties together brings, It was thy fatber's fault, since he preferr'd (err'd, Which move the soule to high and noble things. A tyrant's crowne before the iuster side.”.

Eu’n so a tyger, hauing follow'd long The earle, still mindfull of his birth, replied: The hunter's steps that robb'd her, of her young : “ I wonder, Talbot, that thy noble hari

When first she sees him, is by rage inclin'd Iosults on ruines of the vanquisht part:

Her steps to double, and her teeth to grind. We had the right, if now to you it flow,

Now horse to horse, and man is ioyn'd to man, The fortune of your swords hath made it so: So strictly, that the souldiers hardly can I neuer will my lucklesse choyce repent,

Their aduersaries from their fellowes know: Nor can it staine mine honour or descent;

Here each braue champion singles out his foe.

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In this confusion Brakenbury meetes

Thou hither cam'st, led by sinister fate,
With Hungerford, and him thus foulely greetes : Against my first aduice; yet now, though late,
“Ab, traytor! false in breach of faith and loue, Take this my counsel.” Clifton thus replied :
What discontent could thee and Bourchier moue, “ It is too late, for I must now prouide
Who had so long my fellowes been in armes, To seeke another life: liue thou, sweet friend,
To flie to rebels? What seducing charmes And when thy side obtaines a happy end,
Could on your clouded minds such darknesse bring, Vpon the fortunes of my children looke,
To serue an out-law, and neglect the king ?" Remember what a solemne oath we tooke, 3
With these sharpe speeches Hungerford, evrag'd, That he whose part should proue the best in fight,
Trphold his honour, thus the battaile wag'd : Would with the conqu’rour trie his vtmost might,

Thy doting age,” saith he, “delights in words, To sane the other's fands from rau'nous pawes,
But this aspersion must be try'd by swords." Which scaze on fragments of a lucklesse cause.
Then leauing talke, he by his weapon speakes, My father's fall our house had almost drown'd,
And driues a blow, which Brakenbury breakes, But I by chance aboord in shipwracke folind.
By lifting vp his left hand, else the steele

May neuer more such danger threaten wine : Had pierc'd his burgonet, and made him fecle Deale thou for them, as I would doe for thine." The pangs of death : but now the fury fell

This said, his senses faile, and pow'rs decay, Vpon the hand that did the stroke repell,

While Byron calles : “Stay, worthy Clifton, stat! And cuts so large a portion of the shield,

And heare my faithfull promise once againe, That it no more can safe protection yeeld.

Which, if I breake, may all my deeds be raine." Bold Hungerford disdaines his vse to make

But now he knowes, that vitall breath is fled,
Of this aduantage, but doth straight forsake And needlesse words are vtter'd to the dead;
His massy target, render'd to his squire,

Into the midst of Richard's strength he flies,
And saith : “ Let cowards such defence desire." Presenting glorious acts to Henry's eyes,
This done, these valiant knights dispose their And for his seruice he expects no more
And still the one the other's face inuades ; [blades, Than Clifton's sonne from forfeits to restore.
Till Brakenbury's helmet giuing way

While Richard, bearing downe with eager mind
To those fierce strokes that Hungerford doth lay, The steps by which his passage was confin'd,
Is brus’d and gapes, which Bourchier, fighting Lajes hands on Henrie's standard as his prcy,

[beare, Strong Brandon bore it, whom this fatall day
Percejues, and cries : “ Braue Hungerford, for Markes with a blacke note, as the onely Knight,
Bring not those siluer baires to timelesse end, That on the conqu’ring part forsakes the light.
He was, and inay be once againe, our friend." But Time, whose wheeles with various motion
But, oh! too late! the fatall blow was sent

From Hungerford, which he inay now repent; Repayes this seruice fully to his sonne,
But not recall, and digges a mortall wound Who marries Richniond's daughter, borne betreene
In Brakenbury's head, which should be crown'd Two royall parents, and endowed a queene.
With precious metals, and with bayes adorn'd When now the king perceiues that Brandon strives
For constant truth appearing, when he scorn'd To save his charge, he sends a blow that rides
To staine bis hand in those young princes' blood, His skull in twaine, and, by a gaping hole,
And like a rocke amidst the ocean stood

Giues ample srope to his departing soule ;
Against the tyrant's charmes and threats vnmou'd, And thus insults: “ Accursed wretch, farewell!
Tho' death declares how much he Richard lou'd. Thine ensignes now may be display'd in Hell!
Stont Ferrers aimts to fixe his mighty launce There thou shalt know, it is an odious thing,
In Peinbroke's heart, which on the steele doth To let thy banner flie against thy king."

With scorn he throwes tbe standard the ground,
And runnes in vaine the empty ayre to presse : When Cheney, for his height and strength re-
But Pembroke's speare, obtaining wisht successe,

Through Ferrers' brest-plate and his body sinkes, Steps forth to couer Richmond, now expos'd
And vitall blood from inward vessels drinkes.

To Richard's sword : the king with Cheney closed,
Here Stanley, and braue Louel, trie their strength, And to the earth this mighty giant felra.
Whose equall courage drawes the strife to length; Then like a stag, whom fences long with-held
They thinke not how they may themselues defend, From meddowes, where the spring in glory raignes,
To strike is all their care, to kill their end. Now hauing leuell'd those vnpleasing chaines,
So meete two bulls vpon adjoyning hills

And treading proudly on the vanquisht iow'res,
Of rocky Charnwood, while their murmur fills He in his hopes a thousand joyes deuoures :
The hollow crags, when, striuing for their bounds, For now no pow'r to crosse his end remaines,
They wash their piercing hornes in mutuall But onely Henry, whom he neuer daines

To name bis foe, and thinkes he shall not brane
If, in the midst of such a bloody fight,

A valiant champion, but a yeelding slaue.
The name of friendship be not thought too light, Alas ! how much deceiu'd, when he shall find
Recount, my Muse, how Byron's faithfull loue An able body and couragious minde :
To dying Clifton did it selfe approue :

For Richmond boldly doth himselfe oppose
For Clifton, fighting brauely in the troope,

Against the king, and giues him blowes for blowes,
Receiues a wound, and now begins to droope : Who now confesseth, with an angry frowne,
Which Byron seeing, though in armes his foe, His riuall not vnworthy of the crowne.
In heart his friend, and hoping that the blow The younger Stanley then no longer staid,
Had not been mortall, guards him with his shield The earle in danger needs his present aide,
From second hurts, and cries: « Deare Clifton, which he performes as sudden as the light,

His comming tarnes the ballance of the figlit

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