Chapter 29

Many more ships did perish in the deepe,Some downe from top of waues to sandie ground,All rent and torne the angrie surge did sweepe,Some the winde-turned water whirling round,In the blacke whirle-poole helplesse did confound,And some with boystrous billowes bruz’d and battred,In sunder split, aboue the waues were scattred.274.The other ships, that huge of building were,Whose bulkes the billow could not beat asunder,And whom the furious storme perforce did beareAmongst the raging seas, now vp, now vnder,Though through the waues, they wrought it out with wonder,Yet many gainst the rockes the surge did beare,And with the fruitlesse sands some couered were.275.Heere fiue at once round set with surging waters,Sticke fast in quick-sands, sinking more and more,There fiue againe the furious billow batters,Being hurried head-long with the south-west blore,In thousand pieces gainst great Albion’s shore,Whereby the fruitlesse waues tost to and fro,With fruits of ship-wracke euery where did flow.276.Here one fast holding by the broken shiuersOf some wrackt ship, to heau’n lifts vp his eies,There drifting on the mast, one quakes and quiuers,Another heere his outstretcht armes appliesBy slight of swimming on the waues to rise;But all in vaine, the billowes breake in sunderAboue their heads, and beate their bodies vnder.277.Heere with sustentiue palmes themselues to saue,Two crawling vp a cliffe, one backe is borneBy the next surge in seas to seeke his graue,The other by the billow rent and torneVpon the ragged rocke, is left forlorne,Where in his luke-warme blood he sprawling lies,And th’haplesse food of hungrie fowles he dies.278.The rest, that did the Irish coast obtaine,And had escap’d the furie of the flood,By those wilde people wofully were slaine,The Irish swift of feete, and flesht in blood,Who thicke vpon the shore together stoodWith deadly darts, to strike each foe-man dead;That 'boue the waue did beare his fainting head.279.Great Ioue’s command, perform’d vpon the foes,Th’Eolian king call’d home his windes againe;Then ceast the storme; then did the seas discloseThe armes, the painted robes, and spoiles of Spaine,Which heere and there did flote vpon the maine,By England, Ireland, Norway, Normandie,Where Ioue did act their fleet’s blacke tragedie.280.For of one hundred thirtie foure faire keele,But fiftie three did greet their natiue soile,Of thirtie thousand men arm’d with bright steele,The greatest number after all their toile,Did perish in great Neptune’s wrackfull spoile,And all the prince of Parmae’s mightie bandsReturn’d with shame, disgrace and emptie hands.281.Thus ourElizae’sboasting enemie,Who in vaine pride did blacke their tragicke fleet,And brought ostents of threatning destinie,In top of all their hope with shame did meet,And fell beneath the conquering virgin’s feet;Vnable many yeares to cure againeThe wounds, which in this warre they did sustaine.282.A million of gold, one halfe paid in readie money, the other halfe to be paid when any famous port was taken in England.Thus Rome’s proudSixtus, England’s mortall foe,Who towards the conquest of this emperie,A million with his blessing did bestow,And did presage vndoubted victorieWith seeming future searching prophesie,Nor with his holy blessing, nor his goldThis mightie fleet from falling could vphold.283.But while Rome’sSixtus, twixt foule shame and feare,For such great losse gainst fortune did exclaime,Fame through the world triumphantly did beareThis glorious act in ourElizae’sname,Who glorifying not in her foe-men’s shame,With bounteous grace did vse the victorieTo her proud foes in their captiuitie.284.When many were brought out of Ireland and other parts with halters about their neckes, she sent them into Spaine at her owne charge.The baser sort, though made her people’s scorne,Yet of her bountie she from death did spare,The better sort as her owne liege-men borne,All common benefits did freely share,And tooke the solace of the open aire,Whom she, though subiects of a mightie foe,To his disgrace triumphing did not show.285.An. Reg. 31.Vnder a canopie of gold wide spreadIn chariot throne, like warre’s triumphant dame,With crowne imperiall on her princely head,Borne by two milke-white steeds in state she cameTo Paul’s high temple, while with loud exclaime,The people in her passage all aboutFrom loyall hearts their auies loud did shout.286.Where round about the temple’s battlementsHung th’ensignes of her vanquisht enemie,As gracefull trophies, and fit ornaments,T’adorne with state and greater maiestie,The triumph of her noble victorie,Which in the people’s sight made pleasing showes,Who laugh’d to scorne the threatning of her foes.287.But she meeke prince dismounting from her throne,With iuorie-fingered-hands vplifted high,On humble knees, ascribed vnto noneThe honor of this great deed’s dignitie,But to th’Olympian king’s great deitie,Who 'boue the rest, that scepter’s states did weeldHer as his chosen, did from danger sheeld.288.O matchlesse prince, though thy pure maiden breastRetain’d that spirit of magnanimitie,That only brau’d proud Rome’s world-brauing beast,Yet didst thou not with vaunting vanitieAbuse the glorie of thy victorie:But after all thy high atchieuements wonne,To heau’ns great King gau’st praise, of what was done.289.Which he accepting as an humble showOf her milde meeknesse, did so glorifieThe fame of this high conquest gainst the foe,That her great name, since that great victorie,Yet liues a staine vnto her enemie;Yea many that beneath his yoke did grone,Then su’d for succour at her princely throne.290.PrinceDon Antonio, heire suppos’d by rightOf all consents toDon Sabastian, slaineAgainst the barbarous Moore in bloodie fight,Exil’d his countrie by the power of Spaine,Of his hard hap did vnto her complaine,Imploring aid at her assistant hands,To free his countrie from Iberian bands.291.The noble virgin with remorsefull eyne,Viewing that wretched state all rent asunder,To pitie did her princely heart incline,And to the seas sent those two sonnes of thunder,That in the world had wrought so many a wonder,RenownedDrake, andNorrice, worthie wight,WithDon Antonioto obtaine his right.292.An. eodem. 31.Portugale voyage, taken out of the discourse written byColonel Anthonie Winkefield, imployed in the same voyage.With many a worthie souldier shipt from shore,The stormie seas wilde wildernesse they plow’d,And though the wrinckled waues rouz’d in rough rore,Began to bandie billowes, waxing proud;Yet th’English nauie, through tumultuous crowdOf darksome surges, did swift passage sweepeVnto the shores of the Galician deepe.293.Where taking land, as bees from cranied rockesBreake through the clefts, and to increase their store,About the fields flie euery way in flockes:So from their ships the souldiers more and moreIn mightie tumult multipli’d the shore,Where vncontrol’d themselues they did conioyneIn martiall troopes, and marched towards the Groyne.294.Which to defend from spoile the fainting foesBy need constrain’d, at first forth boldly came,And in the field our forces did oppose;But being with furie charg’d by men of fame,Vnto the towne they backe retir’d with shame,Whom to the gates the English did pursue,And with smart stripes did reach them as they flew.295.Nor could their strong erected walles withstandThe fierce assaylants, who with nimble spriteDid scale their bulwarkes, and by force of handDid turne th’Iberians into shamefull flight,Although with most aduantage they did fight,Of whom fiue hundred on the dust fell dead,The rest to th’vpper towne amazed fled.296.The towne surpris’d, stor’d in the same were foundThe sterne designes ofPhilip’sraging teene;For euery place with shipping did abound,Which for another fleet prepar’d had beene,Intended once againe against our queene;But by despoiling of this conquered towne,KingPhilip’shopes they in despaire did drowne.297.From hence the victors, inbattalialedTo th’vpper Groyne byNorricenoble knight,To which the foes had for their safegard fled,Did march with speed, and in their foes despightBefore the towne their warlike tents did pight,Where in strong battery many daies they lay,And to remoue them none durst giue th’assay.298.Yet by the towne six miles from off the coast,The countD’Andradawith his armie lay,Betwixt Petrance and the English hoast,Who boasting with his powers to driue awayThe foes from Groyne; yet durst not giue th’assay;But kept aloofe intrencht within the ground,With strong built baracadoes fenced round.299.Which, when braueNorriceheard, withDrake’sconsentNine regiments amongst the rest he chose,And whirlewinde-like with furie forth he went,Marching with winged pace vpon the foes,On their owne ground with them to bandie blowes,On whom hightEdward Norrice, lion like,Gaue the first charge with his sharpe pointed pike.300.Which with such furious force he did pursue,That ouer thrusting downe he fell to ground,At which aduantage in the foe-men flew,And in the head the valiant knight did wound,Whom in extremitie begirted roundBy eager foes, his brother with strong handsRescu’d from danger, death, or captiue bands.301.Then nobleSidnie,Wingfield,Middleton,Each with his band made in vpon the foes,ThenHinder,Fulford, and stoutErington,Stood firme in fight, and in the violent closeAmongst th’Iberians dealt such martiall blowes,That their chiefe leaders in the field were slaine,Or wounded, could no more the fight maintaine.302.The other fled, and th’English did pursueWith speedie haste, a number fell in chace,Three miles the dust, with blood they did imbrue,Some downewards groueling did the ground embrace,Some vpwards spread, did shew death’s gastly face,Three miles in compasse on that haplesse soile,Did flow with fruits of blood, of death, and spoile.303.The valiant victors, that did backe returne,Loaded with golden bootie from the chace,The fruitfull countrie round about did burneWith wastfull fire, which did in euery placeTownes, towers, woods, groues with hungrie flames embrace,Whose people did from farre behold the flameWith teare-torne eyes; yet could not helpe the same.304.Thus fam’d-grac’dNorricecrown’d with victorie,Vnto the Groyne returned backe againe,And with more worth his deed to amplifie,KingPhilip’sstandard with the armes of Spaine,Which from his foes in fight he did constraine,Before him in his march aduanced was,As with his troopes he towards the Groyne did passe.305.Where he not long the voyage did delayFor Portugale inDon Antonioe’sright;But left the Groyne and lanched off to sea,Where with that noble earle greatEssexhight,His brother, and stoutWilliamsthat bold knight,He happily did meet, who with full galeTo Portugale together forth did saile.306.And in a storme, as people sent from heau’n,That nation vnto freedome to restore,They by the tempest gainst Peniche driuen,Vp to the waste in waters raging sore,Through death and danger waded to the shore;Where when they came vpon the marine sands,In spight of foes they martiall’d vp their bands.307.For when theConde De FuentescameWith his proud troopes t’afront them in the fight,The valiantDeuoraxinElizae’snameBefore the castle, and the towne in sight,Did charge vpon them with such violent might,That horror spread, through each Iberian troope,To seruile feare made stoutest hearts to stoope.308.None durst abide, with foule retreat all fled,Free passage to the victors open lay,Who towards the towne did march, from whence, in dreadOf their approch, the people fled away,And left the towne vnto their foes for prey,Whereby the castle taken with the same,They did possesse inDon Antonioe’sname.309.From hence towards Lisbon they did march forthright,And in the way the noble generallDid enter Torres Vedras, in despightOf that vaine boast of the proud cardinall,Who gaue his faith to them of PortugaleT’oppose him in the field, though with delay,He kept aloofe, and durst not giue th’assay.310.To Lisbon gates, troopt vp in martiall paceThe English went, and in the suburbs pightElizae’sensignes in the foes disgrace,In hope thatDon Antoniowould exciteThe people to his aide, and in his rightShake off the bondage which they did sustaine,Thereby their late-lost freedome to regaine.311.But they ignoble kind of dunghill brood,With female hearts, more cold in valiancieThen naked Indians, who with losse of bloodHaue often sought in midst of miserie,To free themselues from seruile slauerie;When such stout champions in their cause did stand,Durst not appeare to vse their helping hand.312.The sweets of libertie, for which the IewWithstood stoutTitus, mightieCæsar’ssonne,The loyall loue, that th’ancient Britaine drewTo those great deeds forCarataccusdonne,When Rome’sOstoriusdid this land orerun,The heartlesse Portugale could not excite,To hazard fortune gainst the foes in fight.313.For many daies the English with renowne,Gainst death and danger did themselues oppose,And gaue assault vnto the chiefest towne,By their high fortitude t’imbolden those,That liu’d in dread of their insulting foes;And to performe their promis’d force for fightAgainst the foes, inDon Antonio’sright.314.Yet at their hands no helpe to this assayElizae’sfamous captaines could obtaine,Who wanting power their valour to display,When the sad princeAntonioall in vaineThe people’s helpe had sought, and none could gaine,Remou’d their martiall power gainst Lisbon bent,And towards Cascais vnto their nauie went.315.Where valiantDrakewith his triumphant fleet,Came vp the riuer as it was decreed,And with the armie at Cascais did meet,Whose meeting to the foes such feare did breed,That at their first approch, the towne with speedAnd castle both without long batterie,Did stoope their pride to th’English valiancie.316.And where the foes that proudly ranged wereFast by Saint Iulian’s, readie arm’d for fight,Had broadly misreported, that with feareOf their approch their foes with foule affright,Themselues had taken to inglorious flight,VndauntedNorricewith his martiall traine,Did towards Saint Iulian’s backe returne againe.317.InColonel Wingfield’sdiscourse, pag. 148, in the second volume ofR. Hak.Nauigations.And valiantEssexthis bold challenge sent,As combatant in his great soueraigne’s name,To know, who durst of noble borne descent,Stand forth amongst the rest to fight for fame,And trie by blowes the cause, for which they came;Or if that eight to eight, or ten to ten,Durst tempt their fate in fight like valiant men.318.But through th’Iberian armie not a manStood forth as combatant in single fight;For when the generall with his troops beganT’approch their campe, before he came in sight,They fled away befriended by the night,Nor stai’d they till they made great Lisbon gate,Their safe asylum gainst all aduerse fate.319.Meane time, that sea-fam’d captaine worthieDrake,Twice fortie martiall ships well man’d for fight,In seas did sinke, did burne, did spoile and take;Mongst whom SaintIohn de Coleradohight,Third vnto none in building and in might,He burnt with raging fire of flaming brand,And sunk her bulke in shoales of swallowing sand.320.Thus though the English disappointed wereOf seatingDon Antonioin the throne,Through that base female stomackt nation’s feare,Whose sad distresse no future time shall moane,Though vnder tyrant’s yoke their spirits groane;Yet fame, the prize on which they ment to pray,In their swift barks with them they brought away.321.And being launcht into the sea’s blacke brest,By stormie puffe of Auster’s blustring blore,They carried were with violent storme opprest,'Bout Bayon iles, and towards the sandie shoreWith swift winde-swelling sailes their nauie bore,Where both the generals on the barren strand,Did with two thousand souldiers put to land.322.And as the wealthie fields of ripe-growen corne,Which ouercharg’d with seed their heads do bowAre by the reaper downe in handfuls borne,Who for that meed, which th’owner doth allow,Still plies his labour with a sweatie brow;So th’English did with sword and fire despoileThe fruitfull plentie of that pleasant soile.323.That strong street-fenced towne, Vigo by name,In ashie heapes on ground did groueling lie,And on the swift wings of a golden flame,The vaile-inriched Borsis mounting high,With blazing shine did glaze the cloudie skie,While eight miles compasse Vulcan’s fierie fumeDame Ceres gifts did in the vales consume.324.Thus grac’d with noble conquest and rich spoile,The valiant victors with their royall fleet,Did passe the seas vnto their natiue soile,Where falling prostrate at their soueraigne’s feet,With glorious prize the virgin they did greet,The praise of which what they to her had giuen,She gaue againe vnto the King of heau’n.325.Huighen van Linschotenand many others.Vpon the deepes of Neptune’s large command,Many more high exploits were daily done.And from the vanquisht foes by force of hand,Many faire ships of many a hundred tonneFull fraught with wealthie prize were daily wonne,For forren pens speake wonder of the fame,And rich spoiles gotten inElizae’sname.326.Anno eodem 31.Taken out of the discourse written by that excellent enginerM. Edward Wright.That famous horse-man, launce-fam’dCliffordhight,The great Heröe nobleCumberland,About th’Azores in his foes despightDid scoure the seas, and with three ships commandEach famous port vpon that slimie strand:For those few English, which he did assembleIn three small ships, made all Tercera tremble.327.Vpon the walles of Fayall, that strong towne,Which huge mount Pyco ouerlookes from west,He by strong hand with England’s crosse did crowne,And gainst that strand vpon the seas broad brest,Many great hulkes with blacke rouz’d waues distrestOf th’Indian fleet, full fraught with prize for Spaine,He brought to England ore the broad-backt maine.328.Yet he alone braue champion euer prest,For his faire mistresse to defend her right,Did not triumph on Neptune’s watrie brest;But many more, all men of famous might,The vtmost parts of earth and seas did smiteWith loud report that England’s bounds did keep,A virgin, that was ladie of the deepe.329.Anno Reg. 32.Fame-wingedDrakeandHawkins, that bold knight,Vpon the coast of Spaine the foes did dare,When at the Groyne that host lay readie dightTo passe the seas, to dispossesse Nauarre,Gainst whom th’vnholy league did warre prepare;But while the royall fleet of our faire queeneAppeer’d at sea, they durst not then be seene.330.Nor durst that captaine of the Spanish fleet,Th’insultingDon Alonso Bacanhight,Elizae’sships in equall battell meet;But if by chance he found the ods in fight,Then proudly would he vse his vtmost might:Yet England’s blacke reuenge, alone, at lengthDid worke him shame with all his nauall strength.331.An. Reg. 33.Taken out of the discourse penned by SirWalter Raughley.For famousGreenuilesayling neere to FloresIn the Reuenge of ourElizae’sfleet,Obscur’d from sight with th’ilands of th’Azores,Spaine’s great Armada did vntimely meet;Yet with sharpe welcome their approch did greet,For rich reuenge he made vpon his foes;Though he his life in his Reuenge did lose.332.Ten thousand men in three and fiftie saile,Did in his barke alone begirt him round,And fifteene howers space did neuer saileWith thundring shot his ship’s weake wombe to wound,Both him, and her in th’ocean to confound,Whom with twice fiftie men he did oppose,And did inferre dire slaughter mongst his foes.333.Some say this ship foundred.The great SanPhilip, that mount Etna like,Lay spitting fierie vengeance gainst her foes,In fight her entertaine did so dislike,That she her sad mishap did soone disclose,And fainting made retreate, to shun foule blowes,While the amaz’d Iberians stroue to saueHer leaking wombe from sinking in the waue.334.Like as a goodly hart begirted round,With eager hounds, that thirst to see him fall,Tir’d in the toile, turnes head and stands his ground,And with fell blowes the dogs do so appall,That in the end he makes his way through all:So nobleGreenuileround besieg’d in fight,Brake through their squadrons with admired might.335.SaintMichaelhight, andCyuil’sgreat Ascension,With th’admirall of the hulkes, three ships of fame,Each of the which so large was in dimension,ThatGreenuil’sship, that bore Vindicta’s name,Did seeme a skiffe compar’d vnto the same,With crosse-barre shot in fight he did so wound,That wallowing waues their hugenesse did confound.336.In this fight there were fiue ships of great burthen sunke, 1000 men, and many of especiall note slaine.Against them all she proudly did enthunder,Vntill her masts were beaten ouerbord,Her deckes downe raz’d, her tackle cut asunder,Vntill her shot and powder, that were stor’dIn her maim’d bulke could scarce one charge afford;Yea when her sides were euened with the waueShe would not yeeld, but still her foes did braue.337.And had not fate inforc’d her noble knight,To sinke downe senselesse in her hollow wombe,Euen he alone would haue withstood their might:But who, alas, can contradict the doomeO wilfull fate, when time prefix’d is come;From musket’s mouth spit forth with vengefull breath,A fatall shot did wound the knight to death.338.And at his death, to shew his mightie mind,Being from his ship conuei’d amongst his foes,Feeling th’approch of his last houre assign’d,As one not fear’d in all externall showesTo leaue this life, whose end should end his woes,With manly lookes amidst his enemiesThese words he spake, ere death did close his eies:339.This he spake in Spanish, recorded in the 99 chap. ofIohn Huighen van Linschoten.“In peace of mind I bid the world adew,For that a souldier’s death I truly die,And to my royall queene haue paid her due,Since by my timelesse death I glorifieMy God, and her against her enemie:Which to my grace, since fame to her shall tell,With ioy I bid the world and her farewell.”340.Thus fame’s faire finger in his manly prime,With honor’d touch in death did close his eies,Whose glorie shall outlast the prints of time,Caru’d in his brow, and like the sunne in skies,In darkest times each day shall fresh arise;For to my verse if heauen such grace do giue,True noble knight, thy name shall euer liue.341.

Many more ships did perish in the deepe,

Some downe from top of waues to sandie ground,

All rent and torne the angrie surge did sweepe,

Some the winde-turned water whirling round,

In the blacke whirle-poole helplesse did confound,

And some with boystrous billowes bruz’d and battred,

In sunder split, aboue the waues were scattred.

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The other ships, that huge of building were,Whose bulkes the billow could not beat asunder,And whom the furious storme perforce did beareAmongst the raging seas, now vp, now vnder,Though through the waues, they wrought it out with wonder,Yet many gainst the rockes the surge did beare,And with the fruitlesse sands some couered were.

The other ships, that huge of building were,

Whose bulkes the billow could not beat asunder,

And whom the furious storme perforce did beare

Amongst the raging seas, now vp, now vnder,

Though through the waues, they wrought it out with wonder,

Yet many gainst the rockes the surge did beare,

And with the fruitlesse sands some couered were.

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Heere fiue at once round set with surging waters,Sticke fast in quick-sands, sinking more and more,There fiue againe the furious billow batters,Being hurried head-long with the south-west blore,In thousand pieces gainst great Albion’s shore,Whereby the fruitlesse waues tost to and fro,With fruits of ship-wracke euery where did flow.

Heere fiue at once round set with surging waters,

Sticke fast in quick-sands, sinking more and more,

There fiue againe the furious billow batters,

Being hurried head-long with the south-west blore,

In thousand pieces gainst great Albion’s shore,

Whereby the fruitlesse waues tost to and fro,

With fruits of ship-wracke euery where did flow.

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Here one fast holding by the broken shiuersOf some wrackt ship, to heau’n lifts vp his eies,There drifting on the mast, one quakes and quiuers,Another heere his outstretcht armes appliesBy slight of swimming on the waues to rise;But all in vaine, the billowes breake in sunderAboue their heads, and beate their bodies vnder.

Here one fast holding by the broken shiuers

Of some wrackt ship, to heau’n lifts vp his eies,

There drifting on the mast, one quakes and quiuers,

Another heere his outstretcht armes applies

By slight of swimming on the waues to rise;

But all in vaine, the billowes breake in sunder

Aboue their heads, and beate their bodies vnder.

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Heere with sustentiue palmes themselues to saue,Two crawling vp a cliffe, one backe is borneBy the next surge in seas to seeke his graue,The other by the billow rent and torneVpon the ragged rocke, is left forlorne,Where in his luke-warme blood he sprawling lies,And th’haplesse food of hungrie fowles he dies.

Heere with sustentiue palmes themselues to saue,

Two crawling vp a cliffe, one backe is borne

By the next surge in seas to seeke his graue,

The other by the billow rent and torne

Vpon the ragged rocke, is left forlorne,

Where in his luke-warme blood he sprawling lies,

And th’haplesse food of hungrie fowles he dies.

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The rest, that did the Irish coast obtaine,And had escap’d the furie of the flood,By those wilde people wofully were slaine,The Irish swift of feete, and flesht in blood,Who thicke vpon the shore together stoodWith deadly darts, to strike each foe-man dead;That 'boue the waue did beare his fainting head.

The rest, that did the Irish coast obtaine,

And had escap’d the furie of the flood,

By those wilde people wofully were slaine,

The Irish swift of feete, and flesht in blood,

Who thicke vpon the shore together stood

With deadly darts, to strike each foe-man dead;

That 'boue the waue did beare his fainting head.

279.

Great Ioue’s command, perform’d vpon the foes,Th’Eolian king call’d home his windes againe;Then ceast the storme; then did the seas discloseThe armes, the painted robes, and spoiles of Spaine,Which heere and there did flote vpon the maine,By England, Ireland, Norway, Normandie,Where Ioue did act their fleet’s blacke tragedie.

Great Ioue’s command, perform’d vpon the foes,

Th’Eolian king call’d home his windes againe;

Then ceast the storme; then did the seas disclose

The armes, the painted robes, and spoiles of Spaine,

Which heere and there did flote vpon the maine,

By England, Ireland, Norway, Normandie,

Where Ioue did act their fleet’s blacke tragedie.

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For of one hundred thirtie foure faire keele,But fiftie three did greet their natiue soile,Of thirtie thousand men arm’d with bright steele,The greatest number after all their toile,Did perish in great Neptune’s wrackfull spoile,And all the prince of Parmae’s mightie bandsReturn’d with shame, disgrace and emptie hands.

For of one hundred thirtie foure faire keele,

But fiftie three did greet their natiue soile,

Of thirtie thousand men arm’d with bright steele,

The greatest number after all their toile,

Did perish in great Neptune’s wrackfull spoile,

And all the prince of Parmae’s mightie bands

Return’d with shame, disgrace and emptie hands.

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Thus ourElizae’sboasting enemie,Who in vaine pride did blacke their tragicke fleet,And brought ostents of threatning destinie,In top of all their hope with shame did meet,And fell beneath the conquering virgin’s feet;Vnable many yeares to cure againeThe wounds, which in this warre they did sustaine.

Thus ourElizae’sboasting enemie,

Who in vaine pride did blacke their tragicke fleet,

And brought ostents of threatning destinie,

In top of all their hope with shame did meet,

And fell beneath the conquering virgin’s feet;

Vnable many yeares to cure againe

The wounds, which in this warre they did sustaine.

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A million of gold, one halfe paid in readie money, the other halfe to be paid when any famous port was taken in England.

Thus Rome’s proudSixtus, England’s mortall foe,Who towards the conquest of this emperie,A million with his blessing did bestow,And did presage vndoubted victorieWith seeming future searching prophesie,Nor with his holy blessing, nor his goldThis mightie fleet from falling could vphold.

Thus Rome’s proudSixtus, England’s mortall foe,

Who towards the conquest of this emperie,

A million with his blessing did bestow,

And did presage vndoubted victorie

With seeming future searching prophesie,

Nor with his holy blessing, nor his gold

This mightie fleet from falling could vphold.

283.

But while Rome’sSixtus, twixt foule shame and feare,For such great losse gainst fortune did exclaime,Fame through the world triumphantly did beareThis glorious act in ourElizae’sname,Who glorifying not in her foe-men’s shame,With bounteous grace did vse the victorieTo her proud foes in their captiuitie.

But while Rome’sSixtus, twixt foule shame and feare,

For such great losse gainst fortune did exclaime,

Fame through the world triumphantly did beare

This glorious act in ourElizae’sname,

Who glorifying not in her foe-men’s shame,

With bounteous grace did vse the victorie

To her proud foes in their captiuitie.

284.

When many were brought out of Ireland and other parts with halters about their neckes, she sent them into Spaine at her owne charge.

The baser sort, though made her people’s scorne,Yet of her bountie she from death did spare,The better sort as her owne liege-men borne,All common benefits did freely share,And tooke the solace of the open aire,Whom she, though subiects of a mightie foe,To his disgrace triumphing did not show.

The baser sort, though made her people’s scorne,

Yet of her bountie she from death did spare,

The better sort as her owne liege-men borne,

All common benefits did freely share,

And tooke the solace of the open aire,

Whom she, though subiects of a mightie foe,

To his disgrace triumphing did not show.

285.

An. Reg. 31.

Vnder a canopie of gold wide spreadIn chariot throne, like warre’s triumphant dame,With crowne imperiall on her princely head,Borne by two milke-white steeds in state she cameTo Paul’s high temple, while with loud exclaime,The people in her passage all aboutFrom loyall hearts their auies loud did shout.

Vnder a canopie of gold wide spread

In chariot throne, like warre’s triumphant dame,

With crowne imperiall on her princely head,

Borne by two milke-white steeds in state she came

To Paul’s high temple, while with loud exclaime,

The people in her passage all about

From loyall hearts their auies loud did shout.

286.

Where round about the temple’s battlementsHung th’ensignes of her vanquisht enemie,As gracefull trophies, and fit ornaments,T’adorne with state and greater maiestie,The triumph of her noble victorie,Which in the people’s sight made pleasing showes,Who laugh’d to scorne the threatning of her foes.

Where round about the temple’s battlements

Hung th’ensignes of her vanquisht enemie,

As gracefull trophies, and fit ornaments,

T’adorne with state and greater maiestie,

The triumph of her noble victorie,

Which in the people’s sight made pleasing showes,

Who laugh’d to scorne the threatning of her foes.

287.

But she meeke prince dismounting from her throne,With iuorie-fingered-hands vplifted high,On humble knees, ascribed vnto noneThe honor of this great deed’s dignitie,But to th’Olympian king’s great deitie,Who 'boue the rest, that scepter’s states did weeldHer as his chosen, did from danger sheeld.

But she meeke prince dismounting from her throne,

With iuorie-fingered-hands vplifted high,

On humble knees, ascribed vnto none

The honor of this great deed’s dignitie,

But to th’Olympian king’s great deitie,

Who 'boue the rest, that scepter’s states did weeld

Her as his chosen, did from danger sheeld.

288.

O matchlesse prince, though thy pure maiden breastRetain’d that spirit of magnanimitie,That only brau’d proud Rome’s world-brauing beast,Yet didst thou not with vaunting vanitieAbuse the glorie of thy victorie:But after all thy high atchieuements wonne,To heau’ns great King gau’st praise, of what was done.

O matchlesse prince, though thy pure maiden breast

Retain’d that spirit of magnanimitie,

That only brau’d proud Rome’s world-brauing beast,

Yet didst thou not with vaunting vanitie

Abuse the glorie of thy victorie:

But after all thy high atchieuements wonne,

To heau’ns great King gau’st praise, of what was done.

289.

Which he accepting as an humble showOf her milde meeknesse, did so glorifieThe fame of this high conquest gainst the foe,That her great name, since that great victorie,Yet liues a staine vnto her enemie;Yea many that beneath his yoke did grone,Then su’d for succour at her princely throne.

Which he accepting as an humble show

Of her milde meeknesse, did so glorifie

The fame of this high conquest gainst the foe,

That her great name, since that great victorie,

Yet liues a staine vnto her enemie;

Yea many that beneath his yoke did grone,

Then su’d for succour at her princely throne.

290.

PrinceDon Antonio, heire suppos’d by rightOf all consents toDon Sabastian, slaineAgainst the barbarous Moore in bloodie fight,Exil’d his countrie by the power of Spaine,Of his hard hap did vnto her complaine,Imploring aid at her assistant hands,To free his countrie from Iberian bands.

PrinceDon Antonio, heire suppos’d by right

Of all consents toDon Sabastian, slaine

Against the barbarous Moore in bloodie fight,

Exil’d his countrie by the power of Spaine,

Of his hard hap did vnto her complaine,

Imploring aid at her assistant hands,

To free his countrie from Iberian bands.

291.

The noble virgin with remorsefull eyne,Viewing that wretched state all rent asunder,To pitie did her princely heart incline,And to the seas sent those two sonnes of thunder,That in the world had wrought so many a wonder,RenownedDrake, andNorrice, worthie wight,WithDon Antonioto obtaine his right.

The noble virgin with remorsefull eyne,

Viewing that wretched state all rent asunder,

To pitie did her princely heart incline,

And to the seas sent those two sonnes of thunder,

That in the world had wrought so many a wonder,

RenownedDrake, andNorrice, worthie wight,

WithDon Antonioto obtaine his right.

292.

An. eodem. 31.Portugale voyage, taken out of the discourse written byColonel Anthonie Winkefield, imployed in the same voyage.

With many a worthie souldier shipt from shore,The stormie seas wilde wildernesse they plow’d,And though the wrinckled waues rouz’d in rough rore,Began to bandie billowes, waxing proud;Yet th’English nauie, through tumultuous crowdOf darksome surges, did swift passage sweepeVnto the shores of the Galician deepe.

With many a worthie souldier shipt from shore,

The stormie seas wilde wildernesse they plow’d,

And though the wrinckled waues rouz’d in rough rore,

Began to bandie billowes, waxing proud;

Yet th’English nauie, through tumultuous crowd

Of darksome surges, did swift passage sweepe

Vnto the shores of the Galician deepe.

293.

Where taking land, as bees from cranied rockesBreake through the clefts, and to increase their store,About the fields flie euery way in flockes:So from their ships the souldiers more and moreIn mightie tumult multipli’d the shore,Where vncontrol’d themselues they did conioyneIn martiall troopes, and marched towards the Groyne.

Where taking land, as bees from cranied rockes

Breake through the clefts, and to increase their store,

About the fields flie euery way in flockes:

So from their ships the souldiers more and more

In mightie tumult multipli’d the shore,

Where vncontrol’d themselues they did conioyne

In martiall troopes, and marched towards the Groyne.

294.

Which to defend from spoile the fainting foesBy need constrain’d, at first forth boldly came,And in the field our forces did oppose;But being with furie charg’d by men of fame,Vnto the towne they backe retir’d with shame,Whom to the gates the English did pursue,And with smart stripes did reach them as they flew.

Which to defend from spoile the fainting foes

By need constrain’d, at first forth boldly came,

And in the field our forces did oppose;

But being with furie charg’d by men of fame,

Vnto the towne they backe retir’d with shame,

Whom to the gates the English did pursue,

And with smart stripes did reach them as they flew.

295.

Nor could their strong erected walles withstandThe fierce assaylants, who with nimble spriteDid scale their bulwarkes, and by force of handDid turne th’Iberians into shamefull flight,Although with most aduantage they did fight,Of whom fiue hundred on the dust fell dead,The rest to th’vpper towne amazed fled.

Nor could their strong erected walles withstand

The fierce assaylants, who with nimble sprite

Did scale their bulwarkes, and by force of hand

Did turne th’Iberians into shamefull flight,

Although with most aduantage they did fight,

Of whom fiue hundred on the dust fell dead,

The rest to th’vpper towne amazed fled.

296.

The towne surpris’d, stor’d in the same were foundThe sterne designes ofPhilip’sraging teene;For euery place with shipping did abound,Which for another fleet prepar’d had beene,Intended once againe against our queene;But by despoiling of this conquered towne,KingPhilip’shopes they in despaire did drowne.

The towne surpris’d, stor’d in the same were found

The sterne designes ofPhilip’sraging teene;

For euery place with shipping did abound,

Which for another fleet prepar’d had beene,

Intended once againe against our queene;

But by despoiling of this conquered towne,

KingPhilip’shopes they in despaire did drowne.

297.

From hence the victors, inbattalialedTo th’vpper Groyne byNorricenoble knight,To which the foes had for their safegard fled,Did march with speed, and in their foes despightBefore the towne their warlike tents did pight,Where in strong battery many daies they lay,And to remoue them none durst giue th’assay.

From hence the victors, inbattalialed

To th’vpper Groyne byNorricenoble knight,

To which the foes had for their safegard fled,

Did march with speed, and in their foes despight

Before the towne their warlike tents did pight,

Where in strong battery many daies they lay,

And to remoue them none durst giue th’assay.

298.

Yet by the towne six miles from off the coast,The countD’Andradawith his armie lay,Betwixt Petrance and the English hoast,Who boasting with his powers to driue awayThe foes from Groyne; yet durst not giue th’assay;But kept aloofe intrencht within the ground,With strong built baracadoes fenced round.

Yet by the towne six miles from off the coast,

The countD’Andradawith his armie lay,

Betwixt Petrance and the English hoast,

Who boasting with his powers to driue away

The foes from Groyne; yet durst not giue th’assay;

But kept aloofe intrencht within the ground,

With strong built baracadoes fenced round.

299.

Which, when braueNorriceheard, withDrake’sconsentNine regiments amongst the rest he chose,And whirlewinde-like with furie forth he went,Marching with winged pace vpon the foes,On their owne ground with them to bandie blowes,On whom hightEdward Norrice, lion like,Gaue the first charge with his sharpe pointed pike.

Which, when braueNorriceheard, withDrake’sconsent

Nine regiments amongst the rest he chose,

And whirlewinde-like with furie forth he went,

Marching with winged pace vpon the foes,

On their owne ground with them to bandie blowes,

On whom hightEdward Norrice, lion like,

Gaue the first charge with his sharpe pointed pike.

300.

Which with such furious force he did pursue,That ouer thrusting downe he fell to ground,At which aduantage in the foe-men flew,And in the head the valiant knight did wound,Whom in extremitie begirted roundBy eager foes, his brother with strong handsRescu’d from danger, death, or captiue bands.

Which with such furious force he did pursue,

That ouer thrusting downe he fell to ground,

At which aduantage in the foe-men flew,

And in the head the valiant knight did wound,

Whom in extremitie begirted round

By eager foes, his brother with strong hands

Rescu’d from danger, death, or captiue bands.

301.

Then nobleSidnie,Wingfield,Middleton,Each with his band made in vpon the foes,ThenHinder,Fulford, and stoutErington,Stood firme in fight, and in the violent closeAmongst th’Iberians dealt such martiall blowes,That their chiefe leaders in the field were slaine,Or wounded, could no more the fight maintaine.

Then nobleSidnie,Wingfield,Middleton,

Each with his band made in vpon the foes,

ThenHinder,Fulford, and stoutErington,

Stood firme in fight, and in the violent close

Amongst th’Iberians dealt such martiall blowes,

That their chiefe leaders in the field were slaine,

Or wounded, could no more the fight maintaine.

302.

The other fled, and th’English did pursueWith speedie haste, a number fell in chace,Three miles the dust, with blood they did imbrue,Some downewards groueling did the ground embrace,Some vpwards spread, did shew death’s gastly face,Three miles in compasse on that haplesse soile,Did flow with fruits of blood, of death, and spoile.

The other fled, and th’English did pursue

With speedie haste, a number fell in chace,

Three miles the dust, with blood they did imbrue,

Some downewards groueling did the ground embrace,

Some vpwards spread, did shew death’s gastly face,

Three miles in compasse on that haplesse soile,

Did flow with fruits of blood, of death, and spoile.

303.

The valiant victors, that did backe returne,Loaded with golden bootie from the chace,The fruitfull countrie round about did burneWith wastfull fire, which did in euery placeTownes, towers, woods, groues with hungrie flames embrace,Whose people did from farre behold the flameWith teare-torne eyes; yet could not helpe the same.

The valiant victors, that did backe returne,

Loaded with golden bootie from the chace,

The fruitfull countrie round about did burne

With wastfull fire, which did in euery place

Townes, towers, woods, groues with hungrie flames embrace,

Whose people did from farre behold the flame

With teare-torne eyes; yet could not helpe the same.

304.

Thus fam’d-grac’dNorricecrown’d with victorie,Vnto the Groyne returned backe againe,And with more worth his deed to amplifie,KingPhilip’sstandard with the armes of Spaine,Which from his foes in fight he did constraine,Before him in his march aduanced was,As with his troopes he towards the Groyne did passe.

Thus fam’d-grac’dNorricecrown’d with victorie,

Vnto the Groyne returned backe againe,

And with more worth his deed to amplifie,

KingPhilip’sstandard with the armes of Spaine,

Which from his foes in fight he did constraine,

Before him in his march aduanced was,

As with his troopes he towards the Groyne did passe.

305.

Where he not long the voyage did delayFor Portugale inDon Antonioe’sright;But left the Groyne and lanched off to sea,Where with that noble earle greatEssexhight,His brother, and stoutWilliamsthat bold knight,He happily did meet, who with full galeTo Portugale together forth did saile.

Where he not long the voyage did delay

For Portugale inDon Antonioe’sright;

But left the Groyne and lanched off to sea,

Where with that noble earle greatEssexhight,

His brother, and stoutWilliamsthat bold knight,

He happily did meet, who with full gale

To Portugale together forth did saile.

306.

And in a storme, as people sent from heau’n,That nation vnto freedome to restore,They by the tempest gainst Peniche driuen,Vp to the waste in waters raging sore,Through death and danger waded to the shore;Where when they came vpon the marine sands,In spight of foes they martiall’d vp their bands.

And in a storme, as people sent from heau’n,

That nation vnto freedome to restore,

They by the tempest gainst Peniche driuen,

Vp to the waste in waters raging sore,

Through death and danger waded to the shore;

Where when they came vpon the marine sands,

In spight of foes they martiall’d vp their bands.

307.

For when theConde De FuentescameWith his proud troopes t’afront them in the fight,The valiantDeuoraxinElizae’snameBefore the castle, and the towne in sight,Did charge vpon them with such violent might,That horror spread, through each Iberian troope,To seruile feare made stoutest hearts to stoope.

For when theConde De Fuentescame

With his proud troopes t’afront them in the fight,

The valiantDeuoraxinElizae’sname

Before the castle, and the towne in sight,

Did charge vpon them with such violent might,

That horror spread, through each Iberian troope,

To seruile feare made stoutest hearts to stoope.

308.

None durst abide, with foule retreat all fled,Free passage to the victors open lay,Who towards the towne did march, from whence, in dreadOf their approch, the people fled away,And left the towne vnto their foes for prey,Whereby the castle taken with the same,They did possesse inDon Antonioe’sname.

None durst abide, with foule retreat all fled,

Free passage to the victors open lay,

Who towards the towne did march, from whence, in dread

Of their approch, the people fled away,

And left the towne vnto their foes for prey,

Whereby the castle taken with the same,

They did possesse inDon Antonioe’sname.

309.

From hence towards Lisbon they did march forthright,And in the way the noble generallDid enter Torres Vedras, in despightOf that vaine boast of the proud cardinall,Who gaue his faith to them of PortugaleT’oppose him in the field, though with delay,He kept aloofe, and durst not giue th’assay.

From hence towards Lisbon they did march forthright,

And in the way the noble generall

Did enter Torres Vedras, in despight

Of that vaine boast of the proud cardinall,

Who gaue his faith to them of Portugale

T’oppose him in the field, though with delay,

He kept aloofe, and durst not giue th’assay.

310.

To Lisbon gates, troopt vp in martiall paceThe English went, and in the suburbs pightElizae’sensignes in the foes disgrace,In hope thatDon Antoniowould exciteThe people to his aide, and in his rightShake off the bondage which they did sustaine,Thereby their late-lost freedome to regaine.

To Lisbon gates, troopt vp in martiall pace

The English went, and in the suburbs pight

Elizae’sensignes in the foes disgrace,

In hope thatDon Antoniowould excite

The people to his aide, and in his right

Shake off the bondage which they did sustaine,

Thereby their late-lost freedome to regaine.

311.

But they ignoble kind of dunghill brood,With female hearts, more cold in valiancieThen naked Indians, who with losse of bloodHaue often sought in midst of miserie,To free themselues from seruile slauerie;When such stout champions in their cause did stand,Durst not appeare to vse their helping hand.

But they ignoble kind of dunghill brood,

With female hearts, more cold in valiancie

Then naked Indians, who with losse of blood

Haue often sought in midst of miserie,

To free themselues from seruile slauerie;

When such stout champions in their cause did stand,

Durst not appeare to vse their helping hand.

312.

The sweets of libertie, for which the IewWithstood stoutTitus, mightieCæsar’ssonne,The loyall loue, that th’ancient Britaine drewTo those great deeds forCarataccusdonne,When Rome’sOstoriusdid this land orerun,The heartlesse Portugale could not excite,To hazard fortune gainst the foes in fight.

The sweets of libertie, for which the Iew

Withstood stoutTitus, mightieCæsar’ssonne,

The loyall loue, that th’ancient Britaine drew

To those great deeds forCarataccusdonne,

When Rome’sOstoriusdid this land orerun,

The heartlesse Portugale could not excite,

To hazard fortune gainst the foes in fight.

313.

For many daies the English with renowne,Gainst death and danger did themselues oppose,And gaue assault vnto the chiefest towne,By their high fortitude t’imbolden those,That liu’d in dread of their insulting foes;And to performe their promis’d force for fightAgainst the foes, inDon Antonio’sright.

For many daies the English with renowne,

Gainst death and danger did themselues oppose,

And gaue assault vnto the chiefest towne,

By their high fortitude t’imbolden those,

That liu’d in dread of their insulting foes;

And to performe their promis’d force for fight

Against the foes, inDon Antonio’sright.

314.

Yet at their hands no helpe to this assayElizae’sfamous captaines could obtaine,Who wanting power their valour to display,When the sad princeAntonioall in vaineThe people’s helpe had sought, and none could gaine,Remou’d their martiall power gainst Lisbon bent,And towards Cascais vnto their nauie went.

Yet at their hands no helpe to this assay

Elizae’sfamous captaines could obtaine,

Who wanting power their valour to display,

When the sad princeAntonioall in vaine

The people’s helpe had sought, and none could gaine,

Remou’d their martiall power gainst Lisbon bent,

And towards Cascais vnto their nauie went.

315.

Where valiantDrakewith his triumphant fleet,Came vp the riuer as it was decreed,And with the armie at Cascais did meet,Whose meeting to the foes such feare did breed,That at their first approch, the towne with speedAnd castle both without long batterie,Did stoope their pride to th’English valiancie.

Where valiantDrakewith his triumphant fleet,

Came vp the riuer as it was decreed,

And with the armie at Cascais did meet,

Whose meeting to the foes such feare did breed,

That at their first approch, the towne with speed

And castle both without long batterie,

Did stoope their pride to th’English valiancie.

316.

And where the foes that proudly ranged wereFast by Saint Iulian’s, readie arm’d for fight,Had broadly misreported, that with feareOf their approch their foes with foule affright,Themselues had taken to inglorious flight,VndauntedNorricewith his martiall traine,Did towards Saint Iulian’s backe returne againe.

And where the foes that proudly ranged were

Fast by Saint Iulian’s, readie arm’d for fight,

Had broadly misreported, that with feare

Of their approch their foes with foule affright,

Themselues had taken to inglorious flight,

VndauntedNorricewith his martiall traine,

Did towards Saint Iulian’s backe returne againe.

317.

InColonel Wingfield’sdiscourse, pag. 148, in the second volume ofR. Hak.Nauigations.

And valiantEssexthis bold challenge sent,As combatant in his great soueraigne’s name,To know, who durst of noble borne descent,Stand forth amongst the rest to fight for fame,And trie by blowes the cause, for which they came;Or if that eight to eight, or ten to ten,Durst tempt their fate in fight like valiant men.

And valiantEssexthis bold challenge sent,

As combatant in his great soueraigne’s name,

To know, who durst of noble borne descent,

Stand forth amongst the rest to fight for fame,

And trie by blowes the cause, for which they came;

Or if that eight to eight, or ten to ten,

Durst tempt their fate in fight like valiant men.

318.

But through th’Iberian armie not a manStood forth as combatant in single fight;For when the generall with his troops beganT’approch their campe, before he came in sight,They fled away befriended by the night,Nor stai’d they till they made great Lisbon gate,Their safe asylum gainst all aduerse fate.

But through th’Iberian armie not a man

Stood forth as combatant in single fight;

For when the generall with his troops began

T’approch their campe, before he came in sight,

They fled away befriended by the night,

Nor stai’d they till they made great Lisbon gate,

Their safe asylum gainst all aduerse fate.

319.

Meane time, that sea-fam’d captaine worthieDrake,Twice fortie martiall ships well man’d for fight,In seas did sinke, did burne, did spoile and take;Mongst whom SaintIohn de Coleradohight,Third vnto none in building and in might,He burnt with raging fire of flaming brand,And sunk her bulke in shoales of swallowing sand.

Meane time, that sea-fam’d captaine worthieDrake,

Twice fortie martiall ships well man’d for fight,

In seas did sinke, did burne, did spoile and take;

Mongst whom SaintIohn de Coleradohight,

Third vnto none in building and in might,

He burnt with raging fire of flaming brand,

And sunk her bulke in shoales of swallowing sand.

320.

Thus though the English disappointed wereOf seatingDon Antonioin the throne,Through that base female stomackt nation’s feare,Whose sad distresse no future time shall moane,Though vnder tyrant’s yoke their spirits groane;Yet fame, the prize on which they ment to pray,In their swift barks with them they brought away.

Thus though the English disappointed were

Of seatingDon Antonioin the throne,

Through that base female stomackt nation’s feare,

Whose sad distresse no future time shall moane,

Though vnder tyrant’s yoke their spirits groane;

Yet fame, the prize on which they ment to pray,

In their swift barks with them they brought away.

321.

And being launcht into the sea’s blacke brest,By stormie puffe of Auster’s blustring blore,They carried were with violent storme opprest,'Bout Bayon iles, and towards the sandie shoreWith swift winde-swelling sailes their nauie bore,Where both the generals on the barren strand,Did with two thousand souldiers put to land.

And being launcht into the sea’s blacke brest,

By stormie puffe of Auster’s blustring blore,

They carried were with violent storme opprest,

'Bout Bayon iles, and towards the sandie shore

With swift winde-swelling sailes their nauie bore,

Where both the generals on the barren strand,

Did with two thousand souldiers put to land.

322.

And as the wealthie fields of ripe-growen corne,Which ouercharg’d with seed their heads do bowAre by the reaper downe in handfuls borne,Who for that meed, which th’owner doth allow,Still plies his labour with a sweatie brow;So th’English did with sword and fire despoileThe fruitfull plentie of that pleasant soile.

And as the wealthie fields of ripe-growen corne,

Which ouercharg’d with seed their heads do bow

Are by the reaper downe in handfuls borne,

Who for that meed, which th’owner doth allow,

Still plies his labour with a sweatie brow;

So th’English did with sword and fire despoile

The fruitfull plentie of that pleasant soile.

323.

That strong street-fenced towne, Vigo by name,In ashie heapes on ground did groueling lie,And on the swift wings of a golden flame,The vaile-inriched Borsis mounting high,With blazing shine did glaze the cloudie skie,While eight miles compasse Vulcan’s fierie fumeDame Ceres gifts did in the vales consume.

That strong street-fenced towne, Vigo by name,

In ashie heapes on ground did groueling lie,

And on the swift wings of a golden flame,

The vaile-inriched Borsis mounting high,

With blazing shine did glaze the cloudie skie,

While eight miles compasse Vulcan’s fierie fume

Dame Ceres gifts did in the vales consume.

324.

Thus grac’d with noble conquest and rich spoile,The valiant victors with their royall fleet,Did passe the seas vnto their natiue soile,Where falling prostrate at their soueraigne’s feet,With glorious prize the virgin they did greet,The praise of which what they to her had giuen,She gaue againe vnto the King of heau’n.

Thus grac’d with noble conquest and rich spoile,

The valiant victors with their royall fleet,

Did passe the seas vnto their natiue soile,

Where falling prostrate at their soueraigne’s feet,

With glorious prize the virgin they did greet,

The praise of which what they to her had giuen,

She gaue againe vnto the King of heau’n.

325.

Huighen van Linschotenand many others.

Vpon the deepes of Neptune’s large command,Many more high exploits were daily done.And from the vanquisht foes by force of hand,Many faire ships of many a hundred tonneFull fraught with wealthie prize were daily wonne,For forren pens speake wonder of the fame,And rich spoiles gotten inElizae’sname.

Vpon the deepes of Neptune’s large command,

Many more high exploits were daily done.

And from the vanquisht foes by force of hand,

Many faire ships of many a hundred tonne

Full fraught with wealthie prize were daily wonne,

For forren pens speake wonder of the fame,

And rich spoiles gotten inElizae’sname.

326.

Anno eodem 31.Taken out of the discourse written by that excellent enginerM. Edward Wright.

That famous horse-man, launce-fam’dCliffordhight,The great Heröe nobleCumberland,About th’Azores in his foes despightDid scoure the seas, and with three ships commandEach famous port vpon that slimie strand:For those few English, which he did assembleIn three small ships, made all Tercera tremble.

That famous horse-man, launce-fam’dCliffordhight,

The great Heröe nobleCumberland,

About th’Azores in his foes despight

Did scoure the seas, and with three ships command

Each famous port vpon that slimie strand:

For those few English, which he did assemble

In three small ships, made all Tercera tremble.

327.

Vpon the walles of Fayall, that strong towne,Which huge mount Pyco ouerlookes from west,He by strong hand with England’s crosse did crowne,And gainst that strand vpon the seas broad brest,Many great hulkes with blacke rouz’d waues distrestOf th’Indian fleet, full fraught with prize for Spaine,He brought to England ore the broad-backt maine.

Vpon the walles of Fayall, that strong towne,

Which huge mount Pyco ouerlookes from west,

He by strong hand with England’s crosse did crowne,

And gainst that strand vpon the seas broad brest,

Many great hulkes with blacke rouz’d waues distrest

Of th’Indian fleet, full fraught with prize for Spaine,

He brought to England ore the broad-backt maine.

328.

Yet he alone braue champion euer prest,For his faire mistresse to defend her right,Did not triumph on Neptune’s watrie brest;But many more, all men of famous might,The vtmost parts of earth and seas did smiteWith loud report that England’s bounds did keep,A virgin, that was ladie of the deepe.

Yet he alone braue champion euer prest,

For his faire mistresse to defend her right,

Did not triumph on Neptune’s watrie brest;

But many more, all men of famous might,

The vtmost parts of earth and seas did smite

With loud report that England’s bounds did keep,

A virgin, that was ladie of the deepe.

329.

Anno Reg. 32.

Fame-wingedDrakeandHawkins, that bold knight,Vpon the coast of Spaine the foes did dare,When at the Groyne that host lay readie dightTo passe the seas, to dispossesse Nauarre,Gainst whom th’vnholy league did warre prepare;But while the royall fleet of our faire queeneAppeer’d at sea, they durst not then be seene.

Fame-wingedDrakeandHawkins, that bold knight,

Vpon the coast of Spaine the foes did dare,

When at the Groyne that host lay readie dight

To passe the seas, to dispossesse Nauarre,

Gainst whom th’vnholy league did warre prepare;

But while the royall fleet of our faire queene

Appeer’d at sea, they durst not then be seene.

330.

Nor durst that captaine of the Spanish fleet,Th’insultingDon Alonso Bacanhight,Elizae’sships in equall battell meet;But if by chance he found the ods in fight,Then proudly would he vse his vtmost might:Yet England’s blacke reuenge, alone, at lengthDid worke him shame with all his nauall strength.

Nor durst that captaine of the Spanish fleet,

Th’insultingDon Alonso Bacanhight,

Elizae’sships in equall battell meet;

But if by chance he found the ods in fight,

Then proudly would he vse his vtmost might:

Yet England’s blacke reuenge, alone, at length

Did worke him shame with all his nauall strength.

331.

An. Reg. 33.Taken out of the discourse penned by SirWalter Raughley.

For famousGreenuilesayling neere to FloresIn the Reuenge of ourElizae’sfleet,Obscur’d from sight with th’ilands of th’Azores,Spaine’s great Armada did vntimely meet;Yet with sharpe welcome their approch did greet,For rich reuenge he made vpon his foes;Though he his life in his Reuenge did lose.

For famousGreenuilesayling neere to Flores

In the Reuenge of ourElizae’sfleet,

Obscur’d from sight with th’ilands of th’Azores,

Spaine’s great Armada did vntimely meet;

Yet with sharpe welcome their approch did greet,

For rich reuenge he made vpon his foes;

Though he his life in his Reuenge did lose.

332.

Ten thousand men in three and fiftie saile,Did in his barke alone begirt him round,And fifteene howers space did neuer saileWith thundring shot his ship’s weake wombe to wound,Both him, and her in th’ocean to confound,Whom with twice fiftie men he did oppose,And did inferre dire slaughter mongst his foes.

Ten thousand men in three and fiftie saile,

Did in his barke alone begirt him round,

And fifteene howers space did neuer saile

With thundring shot his ship’s weake wombe to wound,

Both him, and her in th’ocean to confound,

Whom with twice fiftie men he did oppose,

And did inferre dire slaughter mongst his foes.

333.

Some say this ship foundred.

The great SanPhilip, that mount Etna like,Lay spitting fierie vengeance gainst her foes,In fight her entertaine did so dislike,That she her sad mishap did soone disclose,And fainting made retreate, to shun foule blowes,While the amaz’d Iberians stroue to saueHer leaking wombe from sinking in the waue.

The great SanPhilip, that mount Etna like,

Lay spitting fierie vengeance gainst her foes,

In fight her entertaine did so dislike,

That she her sad mishap did soone disclose,

And fainting made retreate, to shun foule blowes,

While the amaz’d Iberians stroue to saue

Her leaking wombe from sinking in the waue.

334.

Like as a goodly hart begirted round,With eager hounds, that thirst to see him fall,Tir’d in the toile, turnes head and stands his ground,And with fell blowes the dogs do so appall,That in the end he makes his way through all:So nobleGreenuileround besieg’d in fight,Brake through their squadrons with admired might.

Like as a goodly hart begirted round,

With eager hounds, that thirst to see him fall,

Tir’d in the toile, turnes head and stands his ground,

And with fell blowes the dogs do so appall,

That in the end he makes his way through all:

So nobleGreenuileround besieg’d in fight,

Brake through their squadrons with admired might.

335.

SaintMichaelhight, andCyuil’sgreat Ascension,With th’admirall of the hulkes, three ships of fame,Each of the which so large was in dimension,ThatGreenuil’sship, that bore Vindicta’s name,Did seeme a skiffe compar’d vnto the same,With crosse-barre shot in fight he did so wound,That wallowing waues their hugenesse did confound.

SaintMichaelhight, andCyuil’sgreat Ascension,

With th’admirall of the hulkes, three ships of fame,

Each of the which so large was in dimension,

ThatGreenuil’sship, that bore Vindicta’s name,

Did seeme a skiffe compar’d vnto the same,

With crosse-barre shot in fight he did so wound,

That wallowing waues their hugenesse did confound.

336.

In this fight there were fiue ships of great burthen sunke, 1000 men, and many of especiall note slaine.

Against them all she proudly did enthunder,Vntill her masts were beaten ouerbord,Her deckes downe raz’d, her tackle cut asunder,Vntill her shot and powder, that were stor’dIn her maim’d bulke could scarce one charge afford;Yea when her sides were euened with the waueShe would not yeeld, but still her foes did braue.

Against them all she proudly did enthunder,

Vntill her masts were beaten ouerbord,

Her deckes downe raz’d, her tackle cut asunder,

Vntill her shot and powder, that were stor’d

In her maim’d bulke could scarce one charge afford;

Yea when her sides were euened with the waue

She would not yeeld, but still her foes did braue.

337.

And had not fate inforc’d her noble knight,To sinke downe senselesse in her hollow wombe,Euen he alone would haue withstood their might:But who, alas, can contradict the doomeO wilfull fate, when time prefix’d is come;From musket’s mouth spit forth with vengefull breath,A fatall shot did wound the knight to death.

And had not fate inforc’d her noble knight,

To sinke downe senselesse in her hollow wombe,

Euen he alone would haue withstood their might:

But who, alas, can contradict the doome

O wilfull fate, when time prefix’d is come;

From musket’s mouth spit forth with vengefull breath,

A fatall shot did wound the knight to death.

338.

And at his death, to shew his mightie mind,Being from his ship conuei’d amongst his foes,Feeling th’approch of his last houre assign’d,As one not fear’d in all externall showesTo leaue this life, whose end should end his woes,With manly lookes amidst his enemiesThese words he spake, ere death did close his eies:

And at his death, to shew his mightie mind,

Being from his ship conuei’d amongst his foes,

Feeling th’approch of his last houre assign’d,

As one not fear’d in all externall showes

To leaue this life, whose end should end his woes,

With manly lookes amidst his enemies

These words he spake, ere death did close his eies:

339.

This he spake in Spanish, recorded in the 99 chap. ofIohn Huighen van Linschoten.

“In peace of mind I bid the world adew,For that a souldier’s death I truly die,And to my royall queene haue paid her due,Since by my timelesse death I glorifieMy God, and her against her enemie:Which to my grace, since fame to her shall tell,With ioy I bid the world and her farewell.”

“In peace of mind I bid the world adew,

For that a souldier’s death I truly die,

And to my royall queene haue paid her due,

Since by my timelesse death I glorifie

My God, and her against her enemie:

Which to my grace, since fame to her shall tell,

With ioy I bid the world and her farewell.”

340.

Thus fame’s faire finger in his manly prime,With honor’d touch in death did close his eies,Whose glorie shall outlast the prints of time,Caru’d in his brow, and like the sunne in skies,In darkest times each day shall fresh arise;For to my verse if heauen such grace do giue,True noble knight, thy name shall euer liue.

Thus fame’s faire finger in his manly prime,

With honor’d touch in death did close his eies,

Whose glorie shall outlast the prints of time,

Caru’d in his brow, and like the sunne in skies,

In darkest times each day shall fresh arise;

For to my verse if heauen such grace do giue,

True noble knight, thy name shall euer liue.

341.

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