For when the Sun, towred in heauens head, Downe from the siluer mountaine of the skye, Bent his bright Chariot on the glassie bed, Faire christall, guilded with his glorious eye, Fearing some usurpation in his stead, Or least his Loue should too-long daliance spy Tweene him and Virgo, whose attractiue face, Had newly made him leaue the Lyons chase.

In that same myd-daies hower came sayling in, A thought-swift-flying Pynnase, taught by winde, T' outstrip in flight Times euer flying wing; And being come where vertue was inshrinde, First vaild his plumes, and wheeling in a ring, With Goat-like dauncing, stays where Grinuile shynd, The whyle his great Commaunder calls the name, Which is ador'd of all that speakes the same.

The great Commaunder of this little Barke, Which like an Eglet armes the Eagles side, Was Midleton, the ayme of Honors marke, That more had prou'd then danger durst haue tride, Now seeing all good fortunes sun-shine darke, Thrise calls Sir Richard, who as oft replyde, Bidding him speake, and ring his newes aloude, Ill, not apald, nor good could make him proude.

O then (quoth Midleton) thou soule of all What euer boasts in magnanimitie, Thou, whom pure Vertue her best part doth call, Better then valure, stronger then dietie, Whom men adore, and all the gods exhall Into the bookes of endlesse memorie, I bring thee tidings of a deadly fray, Begun in Heauen, to end vpon the Sea.

The glorious Senate of the Skyes was set, And all the gods were royaliz'd in state, When Happy-fortune and Ill-fortune met, Striuing who first should enter Heauen's gate, The one made mad the others fame to let, Neither but stirr'd with rage to wonder at, Confusedly, as water floods doe passe Their common bounds, such their rude entrance was.

The gods disturb'd, admire their strange aproch, Censuring their angers by their gloing eyes, Ill-fortune was attended by Reproch, Good-fortune, Fame, and Vertue stellesies;[3] One sweares the other doth her right incroch, Which is the elder house, none can deuise: The gods diuide, yet in the end agree The Fates shall iudge each others pedigree.

Good-Fortune, drawes from heauen her hye descent, Making hie Ioue the roote of her large tree; She showes from him how many god-heads went, Archangells, Angells, heauen's posteritie: From thence, she shows the glorious thrid she lent, To Monarks, Emperours, and Kyngs in fee, Annexing as Colatteralls to her line, Honour, Vertue, Valure, and Endles-time.

Naithlesse, Ill-fortune will be elder borne, She saith, she springs from Saturne, Ioues wronged Sier, And heauen, and earth, and hell her coate haue borne, Fresh bleeding harts, within a field of fier; All that the world admires, she makes her scorne, Who farthest seemes, is to Ill-fortune nier, And that iust proofe may her great praise commend, All that Best-chaunce begins, Ill-chaunce doth ende.

Thus they, dispute, guilding their tongues report With instances, and argumental sawes, Ill-fortune, bids let all the worlde resort, And show within their Chronicles and lawes, The man whose liue-line neuer did consort, With sharpe affliction, deaths first grounded cause, Then will she yeeld, else, is shee victor still. Worlds good is rare, perpetuall is their ill.

Euen as the racket takes the balls rebound; So doth Good-fortune catch Ill-fortunes proofe, Saying, she wil her in herselfe confound, Making her darts, Agents for her behoofe; Bow but thine eies (quoth she) whence ha'ts abound, And I will show thee vnder heauens roofe Th' vnconquered man whom no mischance importunes. Crown of my kingdom, deaths man to misfortune.

At this, the casments of the skye broke ope, Discouering all what's girdled in her frame, Whilst Happy-fortune through her eyes large scope Like a Cosmographer comments on the same; Three parts with praise she past and future hope, Then to the fourth, the Westerne world she came, And there, with her eyes festrawe paints a storie, Stranger than strange, more glorified than glorie.

See (sayd Faire-fortune, to her soule shapt Foe) How on the scourge that beates against the Ile Of Flores, whence they curst oblations growe, A winde-taught capring ship which ayre beguiles, (Making poore Cephalus for-lorne with woe, Curse arte, which made arte framed saile such smiles) Richlie imbrodred with the Iems of warre, In thy dispight commaunds a lucky starrye.

In that faire vessel liues my garlands flower. Grinuile, my harts immortall arterie; Of him thy deitie had neuer power, Nor hath hee had of griefe one simpathie; Successe attends him, all good hap doth shower A golden raine of perpetuitie Into his bossome, whete mine Empire stands, Murdring the Agents of thy blacke commands.

Say, and say true, (for what but thou wilt say,) That euer Grinuils fortunes came before thee, Of euer prostrate at thine Altars lay, Or with one wreath of Cipresse did adore thee? Proue one blacke storme in all his Sommers day, Whose threatening clouds compeld him to implore thee. Then wil I staine my milkwhite vaile with weeping, And as thine handmaide dye in sorrowes keeping.

As wounds the lightning, yet preserues the skinne, So did these words split Lucklesse-fortunes hart, Her smiling Superficies, lockt within A deepe exulcerated festring smart; Heere shee perceiu'd her first disgrace begin, And wordlesse from the heauens takes her depart. Yet as she flewe her wings in flying cri'd On Grinuile shall my fame and power be tride.

At her departure all the heauens were glad. Triumphing in Ill-fortunes banishment, Apollo set new Anthems as Ioue bad, Which spheare tunes made more then most excellent; No light in heauen but with new fier was clad, Making next Ioue, Good-fortune president, Enrowling in the Bookes of destenie, This memorable famous victorie.

Only the Fat's su'd for her backe repeale, (For they Ill-fortune lou'd exceeding well) Many her deedes and Tropheis they reueale, And all her liues blacke legend, weeping tell; Yet all they speake, cannot in heauen preuaile, Which seene, in spight they follow her to hell, And there inhoused with their mother Night, All foure deuise, how heauen and earth to spight.

Hence sprang the loues of Ioue, the Sonnes exile, The shame of Mars and Venus in a net; Iunos forsaken bed; Saturns compile Of frantike discontentment, which beset All heauen with armes; Diana hence had while To court her sleeping boy; whilst Thetis let Phoebus imbrace her in her Neptunes stead, Who made complaints, breach of his bridall bed:

Yet not content with these disparagments, Much greater mischiefes issues from their minds, Grinuile, thy mountaine honour it augments Within their breasts, a Meteor like the winds, Which thrall'd in earth, a reeling issue rents With violent motion; and their wills combinds To belch their hat's, vow'd murdrers of thy fame, Which to effect, thus they begin the same.

Fast to Iberia flies vntoward chaunce, Iberia, which we vulgar Christen Spaine, Vpon whose Sunne-burnt continent doth daunce Westerne Ducallidon, the greatest maine, Thither shee packs, Error doth their aduance Her coale-blacke standerd in the hands of paine; And as escapt from rauishment or bale, With false teares, thus shee tunes a falser tale.

Great Empire (said shee) blessed in thy birth, Beautious created for-head of this round, That with thy smiles first lent to heauen mirth, And bout thy temples all perfections woond, Lodgd in th' immagin'd corners of the earth; Thou whom our centers Monarchesse art crownd, Attend my suite, baptisd in mournefull teares, Who but ere while triumphed on the spheares.

Nor for my selfe more then thine owne decay Which blindfold pleasure clouds as they arise, Be gracious, and retort the domefull daye Which thee and me to shame would sacrifice. Loe, on the great west-walling boisterous sea, Which doth imbrace thy gold-enclosing eyes, Of many sailes one man, of one poor Ile, That will my fame, and all thy faire defile.

His numberlesse great infinits of fame, Haue shut against me heauens great christall dore, The clouds, which once my feets dust had to name, Hang ore my forhead, threatning euermore Death to my praise; life to my infant shame, Whilst I with sighes mediate a new restore. And in my selfe behold my pleasures past, Swimming amongst the ioyes I cannot tast.

Th' ambrosian Nectar-filled banqueting, No more shall I communicate, or see, Triumphes in heauen, Ioues masks, and reuelling, Are cleene exempt, both from my ioyes and me. The reason, for my loue to thee I bring, Trimming the locks with Iems of dietie, Making the gods a dread a fatall day, Worse then the Giants warre or Centaurs fray.

Poore goddesse, rob'd of all eternall power, Whose broken Statues, and down razed Fan's, Neuer warm'd altars, euer forgotten hower Where any memorie of praise is tane, Witnes my fall from great Olympus tower; Prostrate, implore blame for receiued bane, And dyre reuenge gainst heauens impietie, Which els in shame will make thee follow mee.

Behold these robes, maps of my fortunes world, Torne, and distaind with eye-scornd beggerie; These rags deuide the Zones, wherein is hurld My liues distemprate, hote cold miserie; These teares are points, the scale these hairs vncurld, My hands the compasse, woe the emperie: And these my plaints, true and auriculer, Are to my Globe the perpendiculer.

Looke how I am, such art thou like to be If armes preuent not heauens intendiment, Grinuile, which now surfeits with dignitie, Burd'ning the Sea with my disparagement; Chiding the wanton winds if greedelie They kisse his sailes; or els too slowlie vent, Like Ioue, which bad the day be and it was, So bids he Conquest warre; she brings to passe.

The sole incouragement he giues his power, Is Prophet-like presaging of thy death, Courage he cries, euen in the dying hower, And with his words, recalls departing breath; O (sayes he to his Mat's) you are my glories tower, Impregnable, wall'd with vnuanquisht faith, You are the hands and agents of my trust, I but the hart reuoluing what we must.

Liue Saints, til we haue ript the wombe of Spayne, And wounded Error in the armes of hell, Crushing the triple Myter in disdaine, Which on the seauenfold mounted Witch doth dwel, Angells rewards for such dissignes remaine, And on heauens face men shall your stories tell; At this they shoute; as eager of the pray, As Ants in winter of a sunne-shine day.

Thus like triumphant Caesar drawne in Rome, By winged Valure, and vnconquered Chaunce, He plowes the Sea (o were it made his tombe) Whilst Happy-fortune pypes unto his daunce. Yet may thy power alternat heauens doome, So pleaseth thee thy forward will t'aduance, And cheare the sinews of thy mighty arme, Whose out-strecht force shall quell his proud alarme.

Then giue newe fuell to his honours fier, Least slight regard wealth-winning Error slay, And so old Saturns happie world retyer, Making Trueths dungion brighter than the day; Was neuer woe could wound thy kingdom nyer, Or of thy borrowed beautie make display, Because this vow in heauens booke doth remaine, That Errors death shall consumate thy raigne.

Now, for my god-heads remnant liues in thee, Whose lost successe breeds mine eternall end, Take for thine ayde, afflicting Miserie, Woe, mine attendant, and Dispayre my freend, All three my greatest great Triumuerie, Blood bath'd Carnifici, which will protend A murdring desolation to that will, Which me in thee, and thee in mee would kill.

Here, with her fixed Comet-blazing eyes, The damned Augurs of vntimely death, Shee ends her tale, whilst from her harts caue flyes A storme of winds, no gentle sighing breath, All which, like euill spirits in disguise, Enter Iberias eares, and to her sayth, That all the substance of this damned storie, Was zealous true, coyned for her Spanish glorie.

Sworne to beleeue, for ill, in ill assies, Spayne then enamour'd with the Romane trull, Calls all her forces, more then Atomies, And tells Ill-fortunes storie to the full; Many Parenthises shee doth deuise, And frost-relenting words doth choycely cull, Bewitching those whom oft shee had deceiued, With such like Hemlock as her selfe receiued.

The first and greatest one, commaunding all, The soule of mischiefes old created mother, Was Don Alphonso Bassan, proud in brall, The Marques Sancta Cruces onely brother; Him shee coniures by typ's emperiall, And all that falshoods seeming trueth could couer, To vndertake this hie (she termed it) act, Which craues a curse of all that reads the fact.

Her selfe (shee said) and all the flowers of Spayne, Should vnder his, as heauens Ensigne warre: Thus from her harts foule dunghill flyes amaine Grosse vapours, metamorphosd to a starre; Her words in fumes like prodogies retaine His hart, by her tongues witchcraft bound so farre, And what shee will, that will hee vnder-take, Be it to warre with heauen for her sake.

The seeming Nectar of her poysoning speech, So well shee saw surprise his licoras sence, That for to reare her ill beyonds ills reach, With selfe-like tropes, decks self-like eloquence, Making in Britain Dona such a breach, That her arm'd wits, conqu'ring his best wits sence, He vowes with Bassan to defende the broile, Which men of praise, and earth of fame shal spoile.

To him shee giues the Biscaynnoys for guard, Mechanicall Artificers for death, And those which of affliction neuer hard, She tempers with the hammer of her breath: To euery act shee giues huge lyp-reward, Lauish of oathes, as falshood of her faith; And for the ground of her pretended right, T'is hate, which enuies vertue in a Knight.

These two to her fast bound in vassailage, Vnto the Marques Arumburch shee flyes, Him shee prouokes, him shee finds apt to rage, Imprisoning Pitties teares in flintie eyes; To him the power of Siuill for a gage Shee doth bequeath; bidding his prowesse ryse, And clense his Countries face from widowes tears, To which he posts, like lightning from the sphears.

Lastly, to make vp mischiefes perfect square, To Luis Cutino shee takes her flight, Him shee commaunds, he to her homage sware To guide a Nauie to this damned fight, Of Hulks and Fly-boats such as durst to dare. Shee giues him soueraine rule, and publique right, And then vniting all foure powers in one, Sends them to sea, to calme Misfortunes mone.

And now behold (diuine for valiancie) Like flying Castells sayle they to this strand, Fiftie three saile, strong in artillarie; Best men of warre knowne in the Spanish land; Fifteene Armados, Kings of soueraigntie, Which led the lesser with a mightie hand: And these in foure battalions hither flie, With whom three dayes I sailed in companie.

Then gentle Grinuile, Thetis parramoure, Dearer than Venus, Daughter of the flood, Set sailes to wind, let not neglect deuoure Thy gracious fortunes and thine Angell goode, Cut through the maine, compell thy keele to scoure, No man his ill too timelie hath with-stoode And when Best-chaunce shal haue repaird thy fortune, Time for this flight may iust reuenge importune.

Here Midelton did end the passing peale Which gaue the warning to a dismall end, And as his words last knell began to faile, This damned Nauie did a glimmering send, By which Sir Richard might their power reueale, Which seeming conquerlesse did conquests lend; At whose appearance Midelton did cry, See where they come, for fame and pitty flie.

This certaine story, of too certaine ill, Did not extinguish, but gaue honour fier, Th'amazing prodigie, (bane of my quill,) Bred not astonishment, but a strong desier, By which this heauen-adopted Knights strong will, Then hiest height of Fame, flew much more hier: And from the boundlesse greatnes of his minde, Sends back this answer through his lyps refin'd.

Thanks hardie Midelton for thy dilate, Perswasiue presage to auoyde my death, But if thou wed my fortunes with my state, This sauing health shall suffocate my breath, To flye from them that holds my God in hate, My Mistres, Countrey, me, and my sworne fayth, Were to pull of the load from Typhons back, And crush my selfe, with shame and seruille wrack.

Nor if my hart degenerate should yeeld, To entertaine an amorus thought of life, And so transport mine honour to the field, Where seeming valure dies by cowards knife, Yet zeale and conscience shall new forces build, And others soules, with my soule holdeth strife; For halfe my men, and all that draw sound breath, Are gone on shore, for foode to conquer death.

If I forsake them, certaine is their end, If I obtaine them, doubtfull is our fall, Vpon my flight, shame and their sacks depend, Vpon my stay, hope of good hap doth call, Equall to me, the meanest I commend; Nor will I loose, but by the losse of all: They are the sinewes of my life and fame, Dismembred bodies perish cripple-lame.

This sayd, he sends a cock-boate to the shore, To summon backe his men vnto their ship, Who com'd a board, began with some vprore To way their Anchors, and with care to dip Their hie reuolues in doubt, and euermore, To paint deaths visage with a trembling lip, Till he that was all fearelesse, and feare slew, With Nectard words from them all dangers drew.

When Midelton saw Grinuills hie reuolue, Past hope, past thought, past reach of all aspire, Once more to moue him flie he doth resolue, And to that purpose tips his tongue with fier; Fier of sweete words, that easelie might dissolue And moisten flint, though steeld in stiffe attire, Had not desier of wonder praise, and fame, Extinkt the sparks, and still keepe dead the flame.

Greater, and better then inarked he, Which in the worlds huge deluge did suruiue, O let thy wings of magnanimitie, Not vainlie flatter, Honour to acchiue, Gainst all conceit impossibilitie, By which thou murderst Vertue, keepe aliue, Nor in thy seeking of diuinitie, Kill not heauens fame by base mortalitie.

O Grinuile thou hast red Philosophy Nature and Arte hath made thee excellent, And what thou read'st, hath grafted this in thee, That to attempt hie dangers euident Without constraint or neede, is infamie, And honor turnes to rashhes in th'euent: And who so darrs, not caring how he darrs, Sells vertues name, to purchase foolish starrs.

Deere Knight, thou art not forst to hazard fame, Heauens haue lent thee meanes to scape thine ill, If thou abide, as true as is thy name, So truly shall thy fault, thy death fulfill: And as to loue the life for vertues flame, Is the iust act of a true noble will, So to contemne it, and her helps exclude, Is baseness, rashness, and no Fortitude.

He that compard mans bodie to an hoast, Sayd that the hands were scouts, discouering harmes, The feete were horsemen, thundring on the coast, The brest, and stomacke, footmen, huge in swarmes. But for the head, in soueraigntie did boast, It Captayne was, director of alarms, Whose rashness, if it hazarded an ill, Not hee alone but all the hoast did spill.

Rash Isadas, the Lacedemon Lord, That naked fought against the Theban power, Although they crown'd his valure by accord, Yet was hee find for rashness in that hower: And those which most his carelesse praise affoard, Did most condemne what follie did deuoure; For in attempting, prowesse is not ment, But wiselie doing what we doe attempt.

Then sith t'is valure to abandon fight, And base to darre, where no hope is to winne, (Renowned man, of all renowne the light) Hoyst vp thy sailes, delay attrackts thy sinne, Flie from ill-boding starres with all thy might, Vnto thy hart let praise and pittie in. This sayd, and more desirous much to crie, Sir Richard stayd him, with this rich replie.

Captayne, I praise thy warlike eloquence, And sober Axioms of Philosophie, But now's no time for schoole points difference, When Deaths blacke Ensigne threatens miserie; Yet for thy words sound of such consequence. Making flight praise, and fight pale obloquie, Once ere I die, Ile clense my wits from rust, And proue my flying base, my stay most iust.

Whence shall I flie? from refuge of my fame, From whom? euen from my Countreis mortall foe, Whither? but to the dungeon of my shame, Why shall I flie? for feare of happie woe, What end of flight? to saue vile life by blame, Who ist that flies? Grinuile? Captayne no, T'is England flies, faire Ile of happines, And true diuine Elizas holynes.

Shall then my life regard taynt that choice faire? First will I perrish in this liquid round, Neuer shall Sunne-burnt Spanyards tongue endeare Iberian eares with what shall me confound, The life I haue, I for my Mistris beare, Curst were that life, should it her scepter wound, And trebble cursed be that damned thought, Which in my minde hath any fayntnes wrought.

Now, for Philosophie defends thy theame, Euen selfe Philosophie shall arme my stile, Rich buskin'd Seneca, that did declaime, And first in Rome our tragicke pompe compile, Saith, Fortitude is that which in extreme And certaine hazard all base feares exile: It guides, saith he, the noble minde from farre, Through frost, and fier, to conquer honors warre.

Honie-tongd Tullie, Mermaid of our eares, Affirmes no force, can force true Fortitude, It with our bodies, no communion beares, The soule and spyrit, sole doth it include; It is that part of honestie which reares The hart to heauen, and euer doth obtrude Faint feare, and doubt, still taking his delight In perrills, which exceed all perrills might.

Patience, Perseuerance, Greatnes, and Strong Trust, These pages are to Fortitude their King, Patience that suffers, and esteemeth iust, What euer woe, for vertue fortunes bring; Perseuerance, holds constant what we must, Greatnes, that still effects the greatest thing. And armed Trust, which neuer can dispaire, But hopes good hap; how euer fatall deare.

The Roman Sergius, hauing lost his hand, Slew with one hand foure in a single fight, A thing all reason euer did with-stand. But that bright Fortitude spred forth her light Pompey, by storme held from th' Italyan land, And all his sailors quaking in his sight, First hoisted saile, and cry'd amidst the strife, There's neede I goe, no neede to saue my life.

Agis that guilt the Lacedemon streete, Intending one day battaile with his foes, By counsaile was repeld, as thing vnmeete, The enemie beeing ten to one in shoes; But he reply'd, Tis needful that his feete Which many leads, should leade to many bloes: And one being good, an Armie is for ten Foes to religion, and known naughty men.

To him that told Dienecus, his foes Couer'd the Sun with darts and armed speares, Hee made reply, Thy newes is ioy in woes, Wee'le in the shadow fight, and conquer feares. And from the Polands words my humor floes, I care for naught but falling of the Spheares. Thunder affrights the Infants in the schooles, And threatnings are the conquerors of fooles.

As these, my case is not so desperate, And yet, then these, my darre shall be no lesse: If this in them, for fame was wondred at, Then this in mee, shall my desiers expresse; Neuer shall Greece, nor Rome, nor Heathen state, With shining honor, Albions shine depresse, Though their great circuits yeelds their acts large bounds, Yet shall they neuer darr for deeper wounds.

And thus resolu'd, deere Midelton depart, Seeke for thy safetie in some better soyle, Thy stay will be no succour in my smart, Thy losse will make them boast of better spoyle. And be assur'd before my last breath part, Ile make the Sunne, for pittie backe recoyle. And clothe the sea within a scarlet pale, Iudge of their death which shall my life exhale.

This ship which now intombs my iealous soule, Honestlie enuious of aspiring laude, Is cald Reuenge, the scourge which doth controule, The recreants that Errors right applaud, Shall like her selfe, by name and fame enroule My spyrits acts, by no Misfortune aw'd, Within eternall Bookes of happie deeds, Vpon whose notes, immortall Vertue reeds,

Say, if I perish, t'was mine honours will, My Countries loue, religion, and my Queene, And if that enuie glorie in mine ill, Say that I dyed, conqu'ring, vnconquered seene. Say fiftie three strong shyps could not fulfill, Gainst one poore mayden vessell their foule teene, But that in spight of death, or miserie, She fought, and foyled, and scapt captiuitie.

Replie not Midelton, mine eares are clos'd, Hie in heauen's for-head are my vowes ingrau'd, I see the banefull Nauie nowt disclosed, Begon betime, Fate hath thy fortune sau'd; To me good starres were neuer yet opposed, Glorie hath crownd me when I glorie crau'd, Farwel, and say how euer be my chaunce, My death at honours wedding learnt to daunce.

This sayd, away sailes Midelton with speede, Sad, heauie, dull, and most disconsolate, Shedding stout manlie teares at valures deed, Greeuing the ruine of so great estate; But Grinuile, whose hope euer did exceede, Making all death in daungers fortunate, Gan to prouide to quell this great vprore, Then which the like was neuer heard before.

His fights set vp; and all things fit prepard, Low on the ballast did he couch his sick, Being fourscoore ten, in Deaths pale mantle snar'd,[4] Whose want to war did most their strong harts prick. The hundred, whose more sounder breaths declard, Their soules to enter Deaths gates should not stick, Hee with diuine words of immortall glorie, Makes them the wondred actors of this storie.

Nothing he left vnsaid that tongue could say, To breede contempt of death, or hate of thrall, Honours reward, fame for a famous day, Wonder of eares, that men halfe gods shall call: And contrarie, a hopelesse certaine way, Into a Tyrants damned fists to fall, Where all defame, base thoughts, and infamie, Shall crowne with shame their heads eternally.

In this great thunder of his valiant speech, From whence the eares-eyes honors lightning felt, The Spanish Nauie came within the reach Of Cannon shot, which equallie was delt On eyther side, each other to impeach; Whose volleys made the pittying skyes to melt, Yet with their noyse, in Grinuiles heart did frame, Greater desier, to conquer greater fame.

And now the sunne was past his middle way, Leaning more louely to his Lemans bed, And the noones third hower had attacht the day, When fiftie three gainst one were basely led; All harts were fierd; and now the deadlie fray, Began tumultuouslie to ouer-spread. The sea with fier, the Element with smoake Which gods, and monsters from their sleep awoake.

In foure great battailes marcht the Spanish hoast, The first of Siuill, led in two great squares, Both which with courage, more then can be most, Sir Richard forst to giue him way with cares; And as the Sea-men terme it in our coast, They sprang their luffe, and vnder lee declares, Their manie forces feebled by this one, Whose thoughts, saue him, are rightly due to none.

And now he stands amidst the thickest throngs, Walld round with wooden Castels on the waue, Fiftie three Tygers greedie in their wrongs, Besiedge the princelie Lion in his caue: Nothing sees Grinuile which to hope belongs, All things are fled that any hap could saue; Bright day is darkned by incurtaind night, And nothing visits them but Canons light.

Then vp to heauen he lifts his loftie hart, And cryes, old Salon, I am happy made. All earthlie thoughts cleane from his spirits part, Vertue and Valure all his sences lade, His foes too fewe, too strong he holds his part, Now doth he wish for millions to inuade, For beeing conqueror he would conquer all, Or conquered, with immortall honour fall.

Neuer fell hayle thicker then bullets flew, Neuer show'rd drops faster than showring blowes, Liu'd all the Woorthees, all yet neuer knew So great resolue in so great certaine woes; Had Fame told Caesar what of this was true, His Senate-murdred spirite would haue rose, And with faire honors enuie wondred then, Cursing mortalitie in mightie men.

Whilst thus affliction turmoyld in this brall, And Grinuile still imployed his Actor death, The great San-philip, which all Spayne did call Th' vnuanquisht ship, Iberias soule and faith, Whose mountaine hugenes more was tearmed then tall, Being twice a thousand tuns as rumour saith, Came rushing in, becalming Grinuiles sailes, Whose courage grew, the more his fortunes failes.

Hotlie on eyther side was lightning sent, And steeled thunder bolts dinge men to hell, Vnweldie Phillip, backt with millions lent, Worse cracks of thunder then on Phaeton fell, That with the dayes fier fiered the Element; And why? because within her ribs did dwell, More store of shot and great artillarie, Then might haue seru'd the worlds great victorie.

Three tire of Cannon lodg'd on eyther side, And in each tire, eleuen stronglie lay, Eyght in her chase, that shot forth right did bide, And in her sterne, twice eight that howerlie play; Shee lesse great shot, in infinets did hide, All which were Agents for a dismall day. But poore Reuenge, lesse rich, and not so great, Aunswered her cuffe for cuffe, and threat for threat.

Anon they graple eyther to the other, And doth the ban-dogge with the Martins skinne; And then the wombe of Phillip did vncouer, Eight hundred Souldiers, which the fight beginne: These board Sir Richard, and with thronging smother The daye, the ayre, the time, and neuer linne, But by their entrance did instruct eight more, To doe the like, on each side foure and foure.

Thus in one moment was our Knight assaild, With one huge Argosie, and eight great ships, But all in vaine, their powers naught prevaild, For the Reuenge, her Canon loud-dogs slips, Whose bruzing teeth, so much the Phillip quaild, That foundring in the greedie maine, he dips His damned bodie in his watrie tombe, Wrapt with dishonour in the Oceans wombe.

The other eight, fighting, were likewise foild, And driuen perforce vnto a vile retraite, None durst abide, but all with shame recoild, Whilst Valures selfe, set Grinuile in her seate; Onely Don Luis Saint Iohn, seeing spoild, His Countries honour by this strange defaite, Single encountred Grinuile in the fight, Who quicklie sent his soule to endlesse night.

George de Prunaria, a Spanish Knight, Euer held valiant in dispight of fate, Seconded Luis, and with mortall might, Writ on Sir Richards target souldiers hate, Till Grinuile wakned with his loud rung fight, Dispatcht his soules course vnto Plutos gate: And after these two, sent in post all those Which came within his mercie or his blowes.

By this, the sunne had spread his golden locks, Vpon the pale green carpet of the sea, And opned wide the scarlet dore which locks The easefull euening from the labouring day; Now Night began to leape from iron Rocks, And whip her rustie wagon through the way, Whilst all the Spanish host stoode maz'd in sight, None darring to assayle a second fight.

When Don Alfonso, Generall of the warre, Saw all his Nauie with one ship controld, He toare his hayre, and loudlie cryd from farre, For honour Spanyards, and for shame be bold; Awaken Vertue, say her slumbers marre Iberias auncient valure, and infold Her wondred puissance, and her glorious deeds, In cowards habit, and ignoble weeds.

Fie, that the spyrit of a single man, Should contradict innumerable wills, Fie, that infinitiues of forces can, Nor may effect what one conceit fulfills; Woe to the wombe, ceaselesse the teats I ban, That cherrisht life, which all our liues ioyes kills; Woe to our selues, our fortunes, and our minds, Agast and scarrd, with whistling of the winds.

See how he triumphes in dispight of death, Promethean like, laden with liuing fier, And in his glorie spits disdainfull breath, Loathing the baseness of our backe retire; Euen now me thinke in our disgrace he saith, Foes to your fames, why make you Fate a lyer, When heauen and she haue giuen into your hand, What all the world can neuer back demand?

Say that the God of Warre; Father of Chiualrie, The Worthies, Heroes, all fam'd Conquerours, Centaurs, Gyants, victorious Victorie, Were all this Grinuils hart-sworne paramours. Yet should we fightlesse let our shyps force flie: Well might we crush his keele with rocklike powers, And him with them ore-whelme into the maine, Courage then harts, fetch honour backe againe.

Heere shame, the fretting canker of the mind, That fiers the face with fuell from the hart, Fearing his weapons weakenes, eft assigned To desperate hardines his confounding dart, And now the Spanyards made through words stone blind, Desperate by shame, ashamd dispaire should part, Like damned scritchowles, chimes to dead mens hours, Make vowes to fight, till fight all liues deuours.

And now the tragicke sceane of death begins, Acts of the night, deeds of the ouglie darke, When Furies brands gaue light to furious sins, And gastlie silence gaping wounds did marke; Sing sadlie then my Muse (teares pittie wins) Yet mount thy wings beyond the mornings Larke, And wanting thunder, with thy lightnings might, Split cares that heares the dole of this sad night.

The fier of Spaynes pride, quencht by Grinuils sword, Alfonso rekindles with his tong, And sets a batelesse edge, ground by his word Vpon their blunt harts feebled by the strong, Loe animated now, they all accord, To die, or ende deaths conflict held so long; And thus resolud, too greedelie assay His death, like hounds that hold the Hart at bay.

Blacker then night, more terrible then hell, Louder then thunder, sharper then Phoebus steele, Vnder whose wounds the ouglie Python fell, Were bullets mantles, clowding the haplesse keele, The slaughtered cryes, the words the cannons tell, And those which make euen rocky Mountaines reele, And thicker then in sunne are Atomies, Flew bullets, fier, and slaughtered dead mens cries.

At this remorsles Dirgie for the dead, The siluer Moone, dread Soueraigne of the Deepe, That with the floods fills vp her horned head And by her waine the wayning ebbs doth keepe: Taught by the Fat's how destenie was led, Bidds all the starres pull in their beames and weepe: For twas vnfit, chast hallowed eyes should see Honour confounded by impietie.

Then to the night she giues all soueraigne power, Th'eternall mourner for the dayes diuorce, Who drowned in her owne harts killing shower, Viewes others torments with a sad remorse. This flintie Princesse, ayme cryes to the hower, On which to looke, kinde eies no force could force. And yet the sight her dull hart so offended, That from her sight a fogge dewe descended.

Now on our Knight, raines yron, sword, and fiers, Iron wrapt in smoke, sword bath'd in smoking blood, Fiers, furies king, in blood and smoke aspires The consumation of all liuing good, Yet Grinuile, with like Agents like expires His foemen's darts, and euermore withstood Th'assaults of death, and ruins of the warre, Hoping the splendour of some luckie starre.

On eyther side him, still two Gallions lay, Which with continuall boardings nurst the fight, Two great Armados, howrelie ploy'd their way, And by assaulte, made knowne repellesse might. Those which could not come neere vnto the fray, Aloose dicharg'd their volleys gainst our Knight. And when that one shrunk back, beat with disgrace, An other instantly supply'd the place.

So that their resting, restlesse him containd, And theyr supplies, deny'd him to supply: The Hydra of their mightines ordaind New spoile for death, when old did wounded lie: But hee, Herculian-like one state retaind, One to triumph, or one for all to die. Heauen had onelie lent him but one hart, That hart one thought, that thought no feare of smart.

And now the night grew neere her middle line, Youthfully lustie in her strongest age, When one of Spaynes great Gallions did repine, That one should many vnto death ingage, And therefore with her force, halfe held diuine, At once euaporates her mortall rage, Till powerfull Grinuille, yeelding power a toombe Splyt her, & sunck her in the salt waves wombe.

When Cutino, the Hulks great Admirall, Saw that huge Vessel drencht within the surge, Enuie and shame tyered vpon his gall, And for reuenge a thousand meanes doth vrge; But Grinuile, perfect in destructions fall, His mischiefes with like miseries doth scourge, And renting with a shot his wooden tower, Made Neptunes liquid armes his all deuouer.

These two ore-whelm'd, Siuills Ascension came, A famous ship, well man'd and strongly drest, Vindicta from her Cannons mouthes doth flame, And more then any, our dread Knight oppresst: Much hurt shee did, many shee wounded lame, And Valurs selfe, her valiant acts confest. Yet in the end, (for warre of none takes keepe) Grinuile sunck her within the watry deepe.

An other great Armado, brusd and beat, Sunck neere S. Michaels road, with thought to scape, And one that by her men more choicely set, Beeing craz'd and widow'd of her comly shape, Ran gainst the shore, to pay Ill-chaunce her debt, Who desolate for desolations gape: Yet these confounded, were not mist at all. For new supplies made new the aged brall.

This while on Grinuile ceazed no amaze. No wonder, dread, nor base astonishment, But true resolue, and valurs sacred blaze, The crowne of heauen, and starrie ornament Deck't his diuine part, and from thence did raze Affects of earth, or earth's intendiment. And in this broyle, as cheerefull was his fight, As Ioues, embracing Danae by night.

Looke how a wanton Bridegroome in the morne, Busilie labours to make glad the day, And at the noone, with wings of courage borne, Recourts his bride with dauncing and with play, Vntil the night which holds meane bliss in scorne, By action kills imaginations sway, And then, euen then, gluts and confounds his thought, With all the sweets, conceit or Nature wrought,

Euen so our Knight the bridegroome vnto Fame, Toild in his battailes morning with vnrest, At noone triumph'd and daunst, and made his game, That vertue by no death could be deprest; But when the night of his loues longings came, Euen then his intellectuall soule confest All other ioyes imaginarie were Honour vnconquerd, heauen and earth held deare.

The bellowing shotte which wakened dead mens swounds, As Dorian musick, sweetned his cares, Ryuers of blood, issuing from fountaine wounds, Hee pytties, but augments not with his teares, The flaming fier which mercilesse abounds, Hee not so much as masking torches feares, The dolefull Eccho of the soules halfe dying, Quicken his courage in their banefull crying.

When foule Misfortune houering on a Rock, (The stonie girdle of the Florean Ile,) Had seene this conflict, and the fearfull shock, Which all the Spanish mischiefes did compile, And saw how conquest licklie was to mock The hope of Spayne, and fauster her exile, Immortall shee, came downe herselfe to fight, And doe what else no mortall creature might.

And as she flew the midnights waking starre, Sad Cassiopea with a heauie cheare, Pusht forth her forehead, to make known from farre, What time the dryrie dole of earth drew neare, But when shee saw Misfortune arm'd in warre, With teares she blinds her eyes, and clouds the ayre, And asks the Gods, why Fortune fights with man? They say, to doe, what else no creature can.

O why should such immortall enuie dwell, In the enclosures of eternall mould? Let Gods with Gods, and men with men retell, Vnequall warres t'vnequall shame is sould; But for this damned deede came shee from hell, And Ioue is sworne, to doe what dest'nie would, Weepe then my pen, the tell-tale of our woe, And curse the fount from whence our sorrows flow.

Now, now, Misfortune fronts our Knight in armes, And casts her venome through the Spanysh hoast, Shee salues the dead, and all the lyuing warmes With vitall enuie, brought from Plutos coast; Yet all in vaine, all works not Grinuils harmes; Which seene, shee smiles, and yet with rage imbost[5] Saith to her selfe, since men are all too weake, Behold a goddesse shall thy lifes twine breake.

With that shee takes a Musket in her hand, Raft from a dying Souldiour newlie slaine, And ayming where th' vnconquered Knight did stand, Dischargd it through his bodie, and in twaine Deuids the euer holie nuptiall band, Which twixt his soule, and worlds part shold remaine, Had not his hart, stronger then Fortunes will, Held life perforce to scorne Misfortunes ill.

The bubling wound from whence his blood distild, Mourn'd to let fall the hallowed drops to ground, And like a iealous loue by riuall illd, Sucks in the sacred moisture through the wound; But he, which felt deaths fatall doome fulfilld, Grew fiercer valiant, and did all confound, Was not a Spanyard durst abord him rest, After he felt his deaths wound in his brest.

Hundreds on hundreds, dead on the maymed fall, Maymed on sounde, sound in them selues lye slaine, Blest was the first that to his ship could crall, For wounded, he wounds multituds againe; No sacrifice, but sacrifice of all, Could stay his swords oblations vnto paine, Nor in Phillipie, fell for Caesars death, Soules thicker then for Grinuils wasting breath.

The Nemian Lyon, Aramanthian Bore, The Hircanian Tyger, nor the Cholcean Bulls, Neuer extended rage with such vprore, Nor in their brests mad monstrous furie lulls; Now might they learne, that euer learnt before, Wrath at our Knight, which all wrath disanulls, For slauish death, his hands commaunded more, Then Lyon, Tyger, Bull, or angrie Bore.

Had Pompey in Pharsalia held his thought, Caesar had neuer wept vpon his head, Had Anthonie at Actiome like him fought, Augustus teares had neuer drowned him dead, Had braue Renaldo, Grinuiles puissance bought, Angelica from France had neuer fled, Nor madded Rowland with inconstancie, But rather slayne him wanting victorie.

Before a storme flewe neuer Doues so fast, As Spanyards from the furie of his fist, The stout Reuenge, about whose forlorne wast, Whilome so many in their moods persist, Now all alone, none but the scourge imbrast, Her foes from handie combats cleane desist; Yet still incirkling her within their powers, From farre sent shot, as thick as winters showers.

Anger, and Enuie, enemies to Life, Strong smouldering Heate and noisom stink of Smoke, With over-labouring Toyle, Deaths ouglie wife, These all accord with Grinuiles wounded stroke, To end his liues date by their ciuell strife, And him vnto a blessed state inyoke, But he repelld them whilst repell he might, Till feinting power, was tane from power to fight

Then downe he sat, and beat his manlie brest, Not mourning death, but want of meanes to die; Those which suruiu'd coragiouslie be blest, Making them gods for god-like victorie; Not full twice twentie soules aliue did rest, Of which the most were mangled cruellie, Yet still, whilst words could speake, or signes could show, From death he maks eternall life to grow.

The Maister-gunner, which beheld his eyes Dart fier gainst death triumphant in his face, Came to sustaine him, and with courage cryes, How fares my Knight? worlds glory, martiall grace? Thine honour, former honours ouer-flyes, And vnto Heauen and Vertue bids the bace; Cheere then thy soule, and if deaths wounding pain it, Abram's faire bosome lyes to entertaine it.

Maister, he sayes, euen heers the opned dore, Through which my spirit bridgroome like must ride, (And then he bar'd his wounded brest all gore) To court the blessed virgine Lambe his bride, Whose innocence the worlds afflictions bore, Streaming diuine blood from his sliced side, And to that heauen my soule with courage flyes, Because vnconquered, conquering it dyes.

But yet, replyed the Maister once againe, Great vertue of our vertues, strive with fate, Yeeld not a minute vnto death, retaine Life like thy glory, made to wonder at. This wounds recouerie well may entertaine A double triumph to thy conquering state, And make thee liue immortall Angell blest, Pleaseth thee suffer it be searcht and drest.

Descend then gentle Grinvile downe below, Into my Cabin for a breathing space, In thee there let thy Surgion stanch our woe, Giuing recuer to thee, our wounded case, Our breaths, from thy breaths fountaine gently flow, If it be dried, our currents loose their grace: Then both for vs, and thee, and for the best, Descend, to haue thy wound bound vp and drest.

Maister, reply'd the Knight, since last the sunne Lookt from the hiest period of the sky, Giuing a signall of the dayes mid noone, Vnto this hower of midnight, valiantly, From off this vpper deck I haue not runne, But fought, and freed, and welcomd victorie, Then now to giue new couert to mine head, Were to reuiue our foes halfe conquered.

Thus with contrarie arguments they warre, Diuers in their opinions and their speech, One seeking means, th' other a will to darre; Yet both one end, and one desire reach: Both to keepe honour liuing, plyant are, Hee by his fame, and he by skilfull leach, At length, the Maister winnes, and hath procurd The Knight discend, to have his woundings curd.

Downe when he was, and had display'd the port Through which his life was martching vp to heauen, Albe the mortall taint all cuers retort, Yet was his Surgion not of hope bereuen, But giues him valiant speech of lifes resort, Saves, longer dayes his longer fame shall euen, And for the meanes of his recouerie, He finds both arte and possibilitie.

Misfortune hearing this presage of life, (For what but chimes within immortall eares) Within her selfe kindles a home-bred strife, And for those words the Surgions doomes day swears. With that, her charg'd peece (Atropos keene knife,) Againe she takes, and leueld with dispairs, Sent a shrill bullet through the Surgions head, Which thence, through Grinuils temples like was led.

Downe fell the Surgion, hope and helpe was reft, His death gaue manumition to his soule, Misfortune smyld, and euen then shee left The mournfull Ocean, mourner for this dole; Away shee flyes, for all was now bereft, Both hopes and helpe, for life to win deaths gole; Yet Grinuile vnamaz'd with constant faith, Laughing dispisd the second stroke of death.

What foole (saith he) ads to the Sea a drop, Lends Etna sparks, or angry stormes his wind? Who burnes the root when lightning fiers the top? Who vnto hell, can worse then hell combind? Pale hungry Death, thy greedy longings stop, Hope of long life is banefull to my mind: Yet hate not life, but loath captiuitie, Where rests no trust to purchase victorie.

Then vp he came with feeble pace againe, Strength from his blood, blood from his wounds descending, Saies, here I liu'd, and here wil I sustaine, The worst of Deaths worst, by my fame defending, And then he fell to warre with might and maine, Valure on death most valiantly depending, And thus continued aye coragiously, Vntil the day chast shadowes from the sky.

But when the mornings dewie locks drunk vp A mistie moysture from the Oceans face, Then might he see the source of sorrowes cup, Plainly prefigured in that hatefull place; And all the miseries that mortals sup From their great Grandsire Adams band, disgrace; For all that did incircle him, was his foe, And that incircled, modell of true woe.

His masts were broken, and his tackle torne, His vpper worke hew'd downe into the Sea, Naught of his ship aboue the sourge was borne, But euen leueld with the Ocean lay, Onely the ships foundation (yet that worne) Remaind a trophey in that mighty fray; Nothing at all aboue the head remained, Either for couert, or that force maintained.

Powder for shot, was spent and wasted cleane, Scarce seene a corne to charge a peece withall, All her pykes broken, halfe of his best men slaine, The rest sore wounded, on Deaths Agents call, On th'other side, her foe in ranks remains, Displaying multitudes, and store of all What euer might auaile for victorie, Had they not wanted harts true valiancie.

When Grinuile saw his desperate drierie case, Meerely dispoyled of all success-full thought, Hee calls before him all within the place, The Maister, Maister-gunner, and them taught Rules of true hardiment to purchase grace; Showes them the end their trauailes toile had bought, How sweet it is, swift Fame to ouer-goe, How vile to diue in captiue ouerthrow.

Gallants (he saith) since three a clock last noone, Vntill this morning, fifteene howers by course, We haue maintaind stoute warre, and still vndoone Our foes assaults, and driue them to the worse, Fifteene Armados boardings haue not wonne Content or ease, but beene repeld by force, Eight hundred Cannon shot against her side, Haue not our harts in coward colours died.

Not fifteene thousand men araungd in fight, And fifteene howers lent them to atchiue, With fifty three great ships of boundlesse might, Haue had or meanes or prowesse to contriue The fall of one, which mayden vertue dight, Kept in despight of Spanish force aliue. Then list to mee you imps of memorie, Borne to assume to immortalitie.

Sith loosing, we vnlost keepe strong our praise, And make our glories, gaynours by our ends, Let not the hope of howers (for tedious dayes Vnto our lines no longer circuite lends) Confound our wondred actions and assayes, Whereon the sweete of mortal eares depends, But as we liue by wills victorious, So let vs die victours of them and vs.

Wee that haue mercilesse cut Mercies wings, And muffeld pittie in deaths mistie vale, Let vs implore no mercie; pittyings, But from our God, deere fauour to exhale Our soules to heauen, where all the Angells rings Renowne of vs, and our deepe tragick tale; Let us that cannot liue, yet liue to dye, Vnthrald by men, fit tropheys for the skye.

And thus resolu'd since other meane is reft, Sweet Maister-gunner, split our keele in twaine, We cannot liue, whom hope of life hath left, Dying, our deaths more glorious liues retain, Let not our ship, of shame and foile bereft, Vnto our foe-men for a prize remaine; Sinke her, and sinking with the Greeke wee'le cry, Best not to be, or beeing soone to dye.

Scarce had his words tane wings from his deere tong, But the stout Maister-gunner, euer rich In heauenlie valure and repulsing wrong, Proud that his hands by action might inritch His name and nation with a worthie song, Tow'rd his hart higher then Eagles pitch, And instantlie indeuours to effect Grinuils desier, by ending Deaths defect.

But th' other Maister, and the other Mat's, Disented from the honour of their minds, And humbly praid the Knight to rue their stat's, Whom miserie to no such mischiefe binds; To him th' aleadge great reasons, and dilat's Their foes amazements, whom their valures blinds, And maks more eager t'entertaine a truce, Then they to offer words for warres excuse.

They show him diuers gallant men of might, Whose wounds not mortall, hope gaue of recuer, For their saks sue they to diuorce this night Of desperate chaunce, calld vnto Deaths black lure, Their lengthened liues, their countries care might right, And to their Prince they might good hopes assure. Then quod the Captaine, (deare Knight) do not spill, The liues whom gods and Fat's seeke not to kill.

And where thou sayst the Spanyards shall not braue T' haue tane one ship due to our virgin Queene, O knowe, that they, nor all the world can saue, This wounded Barke, whose like no age hath seene, Sixe foote shee leaks in hold, three shot beneath the waue, All whose repaire so insufficient beene, That when the Sea shall angrie worke begin, She cannot chuse but sinke and dye therein.

Besides, the wounds and brusings which she beares, Are such, so manie, so incurable, As to remoue her from this place of feares. No force, no wit, no meane, nor man is able; Then since that peace prostrate to vs repaires, Vnlesse our selues, our selues make miserable, Herculeen Knight, for pittie, pittie lend, No fame consists in wilfull desperat end.

These words with emphasis and action spent, Mou'd not Sir Richard, but inrag'd him more, To bow or yeeld, his heart would neare relent, He still impugns all thought of lifes restore; The Maister-gunner euer doth consent To act his wish, swearing, in beds of gore Death is most louelie, sweete and amiable, But captiu'd life for foulenes admirable.

The Captayne, seeing words could take no place, Turnes backe from them vnto the liuing few, Expounds what pittie is, what victors grace; Bids them them selues, them selues in kindnes rew, Peace if they please, will kindlie them imbrace, And they may liue, from whom warres glory grew; But if they will to desperate end consent, Their guilty soules too late shall mourne repent.

The sillie men, who sought but liuing ioyes, Cryes to the Captaine for an honord truce, Life they desire, yet no life that destroyes Their wonne renownes, but such as might excuse Their woes, their wounds, and al what els anoyes Beautie of laude, for other they refuse; All which the Captaine swears they shal obtaine, Because their foes, in doubtfull states remaine.

O when Sir Richard saw them start aside, More chaynd to life then to a glorius graue, And those whom hee so oft in dangers tryde, Now trembling seeke their hatefull liues to saue. Sorrow and rage, shame, and his honors pride, Choking his soule, madly compeld him raue, Vntil his rage with vigor did confound His heauie hart; and left him in a swound.

The Maister-gunner, likewise seeing Fate Bridle his fortune, and his will to die, With his sharpe sword sought to set ope the gate, By which his soule might from his bodie flie, Had not his freends perforce preseru'd his state, And lockt him in his Cabbin safe to lie, Whilst others swarm'd where haplesse Grinuile lay, By cryes recalling life, late runne away.

In this too restlesse turmoile of vnrest, The poore Reuenges Maister stole awaye, And to the Spanish Admirall adrest The dolefull tidings of this mournfull day, (The Spanish Admirall who then oprest, Houering with doubt, not daring t'end the fray,) And pleads for truce, with souldier-like submission Anexing to his words a straight condition.

Alfonso, willing to giue end to armes, For well he knew Grinuile would neuer yeild, Able his power stoode like vnnumbred swarmes, Yet daring not on stricter tearmes to build, He offers all what may alay their harmes Safetie of liues, nor any thrall to weild, Free from the Gallie, prisonment, or paine, And safe returne vnto their soyle againe

To this he yeelds, as well for his own sake, Whom desperate hazard might indamage sore, As for desier the famous Knight to take, Whom in his hart he seemed to deplore, And for his valure halfe a God did make, Extolling him all other men before, Admiring with an honourable hart, His valure, wisdome, and his Souldiours Art.

With peacefull newes the Maister backe returns, And rings it in the liuing remnants eares, They all reioyce, but Grinuile deadly mourns, He frets, he sighs, he sorrowes and despaires, Hee cryes, this truce, their fame and blisse adiourns, He rents his locks, and all his garments teares, He vowes his hands shall rent the ship in twaine Rather then he will Spanish yoke sustaine.

The few reseru'd, that life esteem'd too well, Knowing his words were warrants for his deede, Vnkindly left him in that monstrous hell, And fled vnto Alfonso with greate speede, To him their Chieftaines mightines they tell, And how much valure on his soule doth feede, That if preuention, not his actions dim, Twill be too late to saue the shyp or him.

Bassan made proude, vnconquering t'ouer-come, Swore the brave Knight nor ship he would not lose, Should all the world in a petition come: And therefore of his gallants, fortie chose To board Sir Richard, charging them be dombe From threatning words, from anger, and from bloes, But with all kindnes, honor, and admire To bring him thence, to further Fames desire.

Sooner they boarded not the crazed Barke, But they beheld where speechlesse Grinuile lay, All smeard in blood, and clouded in the darke, Contagious curtaine of Deaths tragick day; They wept for pittie, and yet silent marke Whether his lungs sent liuing breath away, Which when they sawe in ayrie blasts to flie, They striu'd who first should stanch his misery.

Anon came life, and lift his eye-lids vp, Whilst they with teares denounce their Generals wil, Whose honord mind sought to retort the cup Of deaths sad poyson, well instruckt to kill; Tells him what fame and grace his eyes might sup From Bassans kindnes, and his Surgions skill, Both how he lou'd him, and admir'd his fame, To which he sought to lend a liuing flame.

Aye mee (quoth Grinuile) simple men, I know My bodie to your Generall is a pray, Take it, and as you please my lyms bestow, For I respect it not, tis earth and clay: But for my minde that mightier much doth grow, To heauen it shall, despight of Spanish sway. He swounded, and did neuer speake againe. This said, orecome with anguish and with paine,

They took him vp, and to theyr Generall brought His mangled carkasse, but vnmaimed minde, Three dayes hee breath'd, yet neuer spake he ought, Albe his foes were humble, sad, and kinde; The fourth came downe the Lambe that all souls bot, And his pure part, from worser parts refind, Bearing his spirite vp to the loftie skyes, Leauing his body, wonder to wonders eyes.

When Bassan saw the Angell-spirite fled, Which lent a mortall frame immortall thought, With pittie, griefe, and admiration led, He mournfully complaind what Fat's had wrought. Woe me (he cryes) but now aliue, now dead, But now inuincible, now captiue brought: In this, vniust are Fat's, and Death declared, That mighty ones, no more than meane are spared. You powers of heauen, rayne honour on his hearse, And tune the Cherubins to sing his fame, Let Infants in the last age him rehearse, And let no more, honour be Honor's name: Let him that will obtaine immortall vearse, Conquer the stile of Grinuile to the same, For till that fire shall all the world consume, Shall neuer name, with Grinuile name presume. Rest then deere soule, in thine all-resting peace, And take my teares for tropheys to thy tombe, Let thy lost blood, thy vnlost fame increase, Make kingly eares thy praises second wombe: That when all tongues to all reports surcease, Yet shall thy deeds, out-liue the day of doome, For even Angels, in the heasens shall sing, Grinuile vnconquered died, still conquering. O aelinam.

Footnotes:

1: Choristers.

2: Hangings, so called from having first been made at Arras.

3: Constellations.

4: Entangled.

5: Blown by being hunted. "But being then imbost, the stately deer When he hath gotten ground," &c. —Drayton's Polyolbian, xiii, p. 917.

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A true report of a worthy fight, performed in the voyage from Turkie, by fiue ships of London, against 11. Gallies, and two frigats of the King of Spaines, at Pantalarea within the Streights. Anno, 1586. Written by Philip Iones.

The Marchants of London, being of the incorporation of the Turkey trade, hauing receiued intelligencies, and aduertisements, from time to time, that the King of Spaine grudging at the prosperitie of this kingdome, had not onely of late arrested al English ships, bodies, and goods in Spaine, but also maligning the quiet trafique which they vsed to and in the dominions, and prouinces, vnder the obedience of the Great Turke, had giuen order to the Captaines of his gallies in the Leuant, to hinder the passage of all English ships, and to endeuour by their best meanes, to intercept, take, and spoile them, their persons, and goods: they hereupon thought it their best course to set out their flete for Turkie, in such strength and abilitie for their defence, that the purpose of their Spanish enemie might the better be preuented, and the voyage accomplished with greater securitie to the men and shippes. For which cause, fiue tall, and stoute shippes, appertaining to London, and intending onely a Marchants voyage, were prouided and furnished with all things belonging to the Seas; the names whereof were these:

1. The Marchant Royal, a very braue and good shippe, and of great report.

2. The Tobie.

3. The Edward Bonauenture.

4. The William and Iohn.

5. The Susan.

These fiue departing from the coast of England, in the moneth of Nouember 1585. kept together as one fleete, til they came as high as the Isle of Sicilie, within the Leuant. And there, according to the order and direction of the voyage, each shippe began to take leaue of the rest, and to separate himselfe, setting his course for the particular port, whereunto hee was bounde: one for Tripolie in Syria, another for Constantinople, the chiefe Citie of the Turkes Empire, situated vpon the coast of Romania, called of olde, Thracia, and the rest to those places, whereunto they were priuatly appointed. But before they diuided themselues, they altogether consulted, of and about a certaine and speciall place for their meeting againe after the lading of their goods at their seuerall portes. And in conclusion, the generall agreement was to meet at Zante, an Island neere to the maine continent of the West part of Morea, well knowen of all the Pilots, and thought to be the fittest place of their Rendeuous. Concerning which meeting, it was also couenanted on eche side, and promised, that whatsoeuer ship of these 5. should first arriue at Zante, should there stay and expect the comming of the rest of the fleete, for the space of twentie dayes. This being done, ech man made his best hast according as winde and wether woulde serue him to fiulfill his course, and to dispatch his businesse: and no neede was there to admonish or incourage any man, seeing no time was ill spent, nor opportunitie omitted on any side, in the performance of ech mans duetie, according to his place.

It fell out that the Tobie which was bound for Constantinople had made such good speede, and gotten such good weather, that she first of al the rest came back to the appointed place of Zante, and not forgetting the former conclusion, did there cast ancre, attending the arriuall of the rest of the fleete, which accordingly (their busines first performed) failed not to keepe their promise. The first next after the Tobie was the Royal Marchant, which together with the William and Iohn came from Tripolie in Syria, and arriued at Zante within the compasse of the foresaide time limitted. These ships in token of the ioy on all parts concerned for their happy meeting, spared not the discharging af their Ordinance, the sounding of drums and trumpets, the spreading of Ensignes with other warlike and ioyfull behaviours, expressing by these outward signes, the inward gladnesse of their mindes, being all as ready to ioyne together in mutuall consent to resist the cruel enemie, as now in sporting maner they made myrth and pastyme among themselues. These three had not bene long in the hauen, but the Edward Bonauenture also, together with the Susan her consort, were come from Venice with their lading, the sight of whom increased the ioy of the rest, and they no lesse glad of the presence of the others, saluted them in most friendly and kinde sort, according to the maner of the Seas: and whereas some of these ships stoode at that instant in some want of victuals, they were all content to stay in the port, till the necessities of ech shippe were supplied, and nothing wanted to set out for their returne.

In this port of Zante, the newes was fresh and currant, of two seuerall armies and fleetes prouided by the king of Spaine, and lying in waite to intercept them: the one consisting of 30. strong Gallies, so well appointed in all respects for the warre, that no necessary thing wanted: and this fleete houered about the Streights of Gibraltar. The other armie had in it 20. Gailies, whereof some were of Sicilie, and some of the island of Malta, vnder the charge and gouernment of Iohn Andrea Dorea, a Captaine of name seruing the king of Spaine. These two diuers and strong fleetes waited and attended in the Seas for none, but the English shippes, and no doubt made their accompt and sure reckoning that not a shippe should escape their furie. And the opinion, also of the inhabitants of the Isle of Zante was, that in respect of the number of Gallies in both these armies, hauing receiued such straight commandement from the king, our ships and men being but few, and little in comparison of them, it was a thing in humane reason impossible, that wee should passe either without spoiling, if we resisted, or without composition at the least, and acknowledgement of duetie to the Spanish king.

But it was neither the report of the attendance of these armies, nor the opinions of the people, nor any thing else, that could daunt or dismay the courages of our men, who grounding themselues upon the goodnesse of their cause, and the promise of God, to bee deliuered from such as without reason sought their destruction, carried resolute mindes, notwithstanding all impediments to aduenture through the Seas, and to finish their Nauigations, maugre the beards of the Spanish souldiers. But least they should seeme too carelesse, and too secure of their estate, and by laying the whole and entire burden of their safetie vpon Gods prouidence, should foolishly presume altogether of his helpe, and neglect the meanes which was put into their handes, they failed not to enter into counsell among themselues, and to deliberate aduisedly for their best defence. And in the end with generall consent, the Marchant Royall was appointed Admirall of the fleete, and the Tobie Viceadmiral, by whose orders the rest promised to be directed, and ech shippe vowed not to breake from another, whatsoeuer extremitie should fall out, but to stand to it to the death, for the honour of their Countrey, and the frustrating of the hope of the ambitious and proud enemie.

Thus in good order they left Zante and the Castle of Graecia, and committed themselues againe to the Seas, and proceeded in their course and voyage in quietnes, without sight of any enemie, till they came neere to Pantalarea, an Island so called, betwixt Sicilie, and the coast of Africke: into sight wherof they came the 13. day of Iuly 1586. And the same day in the morning about 7. of the clocke they descried 13. sailes in number, which were of the Gallies, lying in waite of purpose for them, in and about that place. As soone as the English ships had spied them, they by and by according to a common order, made themselues ready for a fight, layd out their Ordinance, scoured, charged, and primed them, displayed their ensignes, and left nothing vndone to arme themselues throughly. In the meane time, the Gallies more and more approched the ships, and in their banners there appeared the armes of the Isles of Sicilia, and Malta, being all as then in the seruice and pay of the Spaniard. Immediatly, both the Admirals of the Gallies sent from ech of them a frigate, to the Admiral of our English ships, which being come neere them, the Sicilian frigat first hailed them, and demanded of them whence they were? They answered that they were of England, the armes whereof appeared in their colours. Whereupon the saide frigat expostulated with them, and asked why they delayed to sende or come with their Captaines and pursers to Don Pedro de Leiua their Geuerall, to acknowledge their duty and obedience to him in the name of the Spanish king, Lord of those seas? Our men replied and said, that they owed no such duetie nor obedience to him, and therefore would acknowledge none, but commanded the frigat to depart with that answere, and not to stay longer a brabling, vpon her perill. With that away she went, and vp comes towards them the other frigat of Malta, and shee in like sort hailed the Admiral, and would needs know whence they were, and where they had bene. Our Englishmen in the Admirall, not disdaining an answere, tolde them that they were of England, Marchants of London, had bene at Turkie, and were now returning home: and to be requited in this case, they also demaunded of the frigat whence she and the rest of the gallies were: the messenger answered, we are of Malta, and for mine owne part my name is Cauallero. These gallies are in seruice and pay to the king of Spaine, vnder the conduct of Don Pedro de Leiua a noble man of Spaine, who hath bene commanded hither by the King with this present force and armie, of purpose to intercept you. You shall therefore (quoth he) do well to repaire to him to know his pleasure, he is a noble man of good behauiour and courtesie, and meanes you no ill. The Captaine of the English Admiral, whose name was M. Edward Wilkinson, replied and said. We purpose not at this time to make triall of Don Pedro his courtesie, whereof we are suspitious and doubtful, and not without good cause: vsing withall good words to the messenger, and willing him to come aboord him, promising securitie and good vsage, that thereby he might the better knowe the Spaniards minde: whereupon hee in deed left his frigat, and came aboord him, whom hee intertained in friendly sort, and caused a cuppe of wine to be drawne for him, which be tooke and beganne, with his cap in his hand, and with reuerend termes to drinke to the health of the Queene of England, speaking very honourably of her Maiestie, and giving good speeches of the courteous vsage and interteinement that he himselfe had receiued in London, at the time that the duke of Alenson, brother to the late French king was last in England: and after he had well drunke, hee tooke his leaue, speaking well of the sufficiencie and goodnesse of our shippes, and especially of the Marchant Royal, which he confessed to haue seene before, riding in the Thames neere London. He was no sooner come to Don Pedro de Leiua the Spanish general, but he was sent off againe, and returned to the English Admirall, saying that the pleasure of the Generall was this, that either their Captaines, Masters and Pursers should come to him with speed, or else hee would set vpon them, and either take them or sinke them. The reply was made by M. Wilkinson aforesaid, that not a man should come to him; and for the bragge and threat of Don Pedro, it was not that Spanish brauado that should make them yeeld a iot to their hinderance, but they were as ready to make resistance, as he to offer an iniurie. Whereupon Cauallero the messenger left bragging, and began to persuade them in quiet sort and with many wordes, but all his labour was to no purpose, and as his threat did nothing terrifie them, so his perswasion did nothing mooue them to doe that which hee required. At the last he intreated to haue the Marchant of the Admirall caried by him as a messenger to the Generall, so that he might be satisfied, and assured of their mindes by one of their owne company. But M. Wilkinson would agree to no such thing, although Richard Rowit the marchant himselfe seemed willing to bee imployed in that message, and laboured by reasonable perswasions to induce M. Wilkinson to graunt it, as hoping to be an occasion by his presence and discreet answeres to satisfie the Generall, and thereby to saue the effusion of Christian blood, if it should grow to a battel. And he seemed so much the more willing to be sent, by how much deeper the othes and protestations of this Cauallero were, that he would (as hee was a true knight and a souldier) deliuer him backe againe in safetie to his company. Albeit, M. Wilkinson, which by his long experience had receiued sufficient triall of Spanish inconsistencie and periurie, wished him in no case to put his life and libertie in hazard vpon a Spaniards othe. But at last, vpon much intreatie, he yeelded to let him go to the General, thinking in deed, that good speeches and answeres of reason would haue contented him, whereas otherwise refusall to do so, might peraduenture haue prouoked the more discontentment.

M. Rowit therefore passing to the Spanish Generall, the rest of the Gallies hauing espied him, thought in deed that the English were rather determined to yeelde, then to fight, and therefore came flocking about the frigat, euery man crying out, Que nueuas, que nueuas, Haue these Englishmen yeelded? the frigate answered, Not so, they neither haue nor purpose to yeeld, onely they haue sent a man of their company to speake with our Generall: and being come to the Gallie wherein he was, he shewed himselfe to M. Rowit in his armour, his guard of souldiers attending vpon him in armour also, and began to speake very proudly in this sort: Thou Englishman, from whence is your fleete, why stand ye aloofe off, knowe ye not your duetie to the Catholique King, whose person I here represent? Where are your billes of lading, your letters, pasports, and the chiefe of your men? Thinke ye my attendance in these seas to be in vaine, or my person to no purpose? Let al these things be done out of hand as I command, vpon paine of my further displeasure and the spoyle of you all: These wordes of the Spanish Generall were not so outragiously pronounced as they were mildly answered by M. Rowit, who tolde him that they were al Merchantmen, vsing trafique in honest sort, and seeking to passe quietly, if they were not vrged further then reason. As for the king of Spaine, he thought (for his part) that there was amitie betwixt him and his Souereigne the Queene of England, so that neither he nor his officers should goe about to offer any such injurie to English Marchants, who as they were farre from giuing offence to any man, so they would be loath to take an abuse at the handes of any, or sit downe to their losse, where their abilitie was able to make defence. And as, touching his commandement aforesaide, for the acknowledging of duetie, in such particular sort, he told him, that were there was no duetie owing, there none should be performed, assuring him that the whole company and shippes in generall stood resolutely vpon the negatiue, and would not yeeld to any such vnreasonable demaund, joyned with such imperious and absolute maner of commanding. Why then, said he, if they wil neither come to yeeld, nor shew obedience to me in the name of any king, I wil either sinke them or bring them to harbor, and so tell them from me. With that the frigat came away with M. Rowit, and brought him aboord the English Admiral againe according to promise: who was no sooner entred in, but by and by defiance was sounded on both sides: the Spaniards hewed off the noses of the Gallies, that nothing might hinder the leuell of the shot, and the English on the other side courageously prepared themselues to the combat, euery man according to his roome, bent to performe his office with alacritie and diligence. In the meane time a Cannon was discharged from the Admirall of the gallies, which being the onset of the fight, was presently answered by the English Admirall with a Culuering; so the skirmish began, and grew hot and terrible, there was no powder nor shot spared: ech English ship matched it selfe in good order against two Spanish Gallies, besides the inequalitie of the frigats on the Spaniards side: and although our men performed their parts with singular valure according to their strength, insomuch that the enemie as amased therewith would oftentimes pause and stay, and consult what was best to be done, yet they ceased not in the midst of their businesse to make prayer to Almighty God the reuenger of al euils, and the giuer of victories, that it would please him to assist them in that good quarell of theirs, in defending themselues against so proud a tyrant, to teach their handes to warre, and their fingers to fight, that the glory of the victory might redound to his Name, and to the honor of true Religion which the insolent enemie sought so much to ouerthrowe. Contrarily, the foolish Spaniardes cried out according to their maner, not to God, but to our Lady (as they terme the virgin Mary) saying O Lady helpe, O blessed Lady giue vs the victory, and the honour thereof shalbe thine. Thus with blowes and prayers on both sides the fight continued furious and sharpe, and doubtfull a long time to which part the victorie would incline: til at the last the Admiral of the Gallies of Sicilie began to warpe from the fight, and to holde vp her side for feare of sinking, and after her went also two others in like case, whom al the sort of them inclosed, labouring by all their meanes to keep them aboue water, being ready by the force of English shot which they had receiued to perish in the seas: and what slaughter was done among the Spaniards themselues, the English were vncertaine, but by a probable coniecture apparant afar off, they supposed their losse was so great that they wanted men to continue the charging of their pieces: [Sidenote: A fight of fiue houres.] whereupon with shame and dishonor, after 5. houres spent in the battell, they withdrew themselues: and the English contented in respect of their deepe lading, rather to continue their voyage then to follow the chase, ceased from further blowes: with the losse onely of two men slaine amongst them all, and another hurt in his arme, whom M. Wilkinson with his good words and friendly promises did so comfort, that he nothing esteemed the smart of his wound in respect of the honour of the victory, and the shameful repulse of the enemy.

Thus with duetiful thankes to the mercy of God for his gracious assistance in that danger, the English ships proceeded in their Nauigation, and comming as high as Alger, a port towne vpon the coast of Barbary, they fell with it, of purpose to refresh themselues after their wearinesse, and to take in such supply of fresh water and victuals, as they needed: they were no sooner entred into the port, but immediatly the king thereof sent a messenger to the ships to knowe what they were, with which messenger the chiefe master of ech shippe repaired to the king, and acquainted him not onely with the state of their ships in respect of marchandize, but with the late fight which they had passed with the Spanish Gallies, reporting euery particular circumstance in word as it fell out in action: whereof the said king shewed himselfe marueilous glad, interteining them in the best sort, and promising abundant reliefe of all their wants, making generall proclamation in the city vpon paine of death, that no man of what degree or state soeuer he were, should presume either to hinder them in their affaires, or to offer them any maner of inurie in body or goods. By vertue whereof they dispatched al things in excellent good sort, with al fauor and peaceablenesse: only such prisoners and captiues of the Spaniards as were in the Citie, seeing the good vsage which they receiued, and hearing also what seruice they had performed against the foresaide Gallies, grudged exceedingly against them, and sought as much as they could to practise some mischiefe against them: and one amongst the rest seeing an Englishman alone in a certaine lane of the Citie, came vpon him suddenly, and with his knife thrust him in the side, yet made no such great wound, but that it was easily recouered. The English company hearing of it, acquainted the king with the fact, who immediatly sent both for the party that had receiued the wound and the offender also, and caused an executioner in the presence of himselfe and the English, to chastise the slaue euen to death, which was performed to the ende that no man should presume to commit the like part, or to doe any thing in contempt of his royal commandement.

The English hauing receiued this good justice at the kings hands, and al other things that they wanted, or could craue for the furnishing of their shippes; tooke their leaue of him, and of the rest of their friends, that were resident in Alger, and put out to Sea, looking to meete with the second army of the Spanish king, which waited for them about the month of the Straights of Gibraltar, which they were of necessitie to passe. But comming neere to the said Straight, it pleased God to raise at that instant a very darke and mistie fogge, so that one ship could not discerne another, if it were 40. paces off: by meanes whereof; together with the notable faire Easterne winds that then blewe most fit for their course, they passed with great speed through the Straight, and might haue passed with that good gale, had there bene 500. Gallies to withstand them, and the aire neuer so cleare for euery ship to be seene. [Sidenote: The second Spanish fleete lying in watie for the English.] But yet the Spanish Gallies had a sight of them when they, were come within 3. English miles of the towne, and made after them in all Possible haste, and although they saw that they were farre out of their reach, yet in a vaine fury and foolish pride, they shot off their Ordinance, and made a stirre in the Sea as if they had bene in the midst of them, which vanitie of theirs ministred to our men notable matter of pleasure and mirth, seeing men to fight with shadowes, and to take so great paines to so small purpose.

But thus it pleased God to deride, and delude all the forces of that proud Spanish king, which, he had prouided of purpose to distressethe English, who notwithstanding passed through both his Armies, in the one, little hurt; and in the other nothing touched, to the glory of his immortall Name, the honour of our Prince and Countrey, and the just commendation of ech mans seruice performed in that voyage.

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VOL. V.

AA (Sir J. de) ABRAHAM BASSA ACON or ACRE —Taken —History ADAMS (T) ADRIANOPLE AGREEMENT, BETWEEN AMBASSADORS OF ENGLAND AND PRUSSIA, CONFIRMED BY RICHARD II —BETWEEN HENRY IV. AND CONRAD DE IUNGINGEN —BETWEEN HENRY IV. AND HANS TOWNS —BETWEEN HENRY IV. AND ULRICUS DE IUNGINGEN —BETWEEN RICHARD I. AND PRINCE OF ACRE —BETWEEN EDWARD IV. AND IOHN II. OF PORTUGAL ALBERT, King of Sweden ALBERT, Marquis of Brandenburg —Biographical sketch ALEPPO, A COMMANDMENT FOR ALEXANDRIA, A COMMANDMENT TO THE CADI OF —A COMMANDMENT TO THE BASSA OF ALI BASSA, LETTER FROM QUEEN ELIZABETH ALWEY (R.) AMSTERDAM ANDREW (S.) APPIAN, quoted ARTHUR, Duke of Brittany ASCALON AUCHER (Sir A.) AUCHER (ship) AUSTELL (Henry), HIS VOYAGE OVERLAND TO CONSTANTINOPLE —HIS SAFE CONDUCT FROM THE SULTAN AUSTEN (J.) AUSTRIA

BABA (cape) BAIRAM (feast of) BAKER (M.) BAKER (P.) commits disorders in the Levant BAKER (R.) HIS FIRST VOYAGE TO GUINEA —HIS SECOND VOYAGE BALDWIN, Emperor of Constantinople BALIABADRAM, A COMMANDMENT FOR BARANGI or VARANGI BARRET (A.) BARRET (W.) BART (H.) BARTENSTEIN (castle), built BEDINGHAM (R,) BEFFART (C., of Triers) BELGRADE, taken by the Turks BELYETERE (E.) BERENGARIA (Queen) BETTS (W.) BLACK SEA BODENHAM (R.), HIS VOYAGE TO CANDIA AND CHIO BOULOGNE BOURGH (Sir John) —His death BOWYER (Sir W.) BRAMPTON (W.) BRANDEBURG BRANDON (J.) BREMEN BRENNUS BRESLAU BRILL BRISTOL BRITOMAR BRITONS, IN ITALY AND GREECE BROOKE (J.) BROWNE (J), mentioned BRUGES BRUNDUSIUM BRUNE (H.) BRUNSBURG (castle), built BRUNSWICK BUSS OF ZEALAND (ship), taken BUSSSHIP (ship), taken

CABRERA or CAPRERA (island) CADIZ CALAIS CAMDEN (W.), HIS. ACCOUNT OF THE BRITONS IN ITALY AND GREECE —quoted CAMPEN CAMPION (G.), HIS DISCOURSE OF THE TRADE OF CHIO CANDIA CARUMUSALINI CASIMIR. King of Poland, wages war against Knights of Jerusalem —Defeated —Obtains Marienburg by treason —Concludes peace CASTELIN (E.) CAT (G.) CAUMBRIGGE (R.) CEPHALONIA CERIGO (island) CHAMBERLAIN (E.) CHAMPION (meaning of) CHANCELLOR (Richard) CHARLES V. (of Spain), knights Peter Read —mentioned CHARTER GRANTED BY SULTAN TO ENGLISH —GRANTED BY QUEEN ELIZABETH TO THE LEVANT COMPANY —FROM PETER OF MOLDAVIA CHESTER (Sir W.) CHIO —A DISCOURSE OF ITS TRADE —VOYAGE OF BODENHAM —A COMMANDMENT FOR CHRISTMIMMEL built CLAIRVAUX (abbey of) CLEMENTS (J.), sent to Levant CLEYE COG (ship), seized COLCHESTER COLE (P.) COLEN, or COLOGNE CONRAD, Duke of Massovia CONRADUS LANDGRAVIUS CONSTANTINE THE GREAT —HIS TRAVELS CONSTANTINOPLE COOTE (J.) CORNWAILE (T.) COURTBUTTRESSOW COVENTRY, Parliament held at COWES CRACOW CRETE (island) CROSSEBAIRE (N.) CRUTZBURG (castle), built CURTIS (T.) CYPRUS —DESCRIBED —History

DANTZIC DANUBE DASSELE (A. de) DAWE (J.) DELFT DIERE (J.) DOCKWRAY (Thomas) DOGGER-SHIP, taken DORDRECHT DORIA (Juanette) DORIA (Prince Pedro) DOVER DRAVER (M.) DUCKET (I.) DURHAM (S.)

EGYPT, A COMMANDMENT FOR EINSLEBEN ELBE (river) ELBING ELIZABETH (Queen) —LETTERS FROM MURAD KHAN —LETTERS TO MURAD KHAN —GRANTS CHARTER TO LEVANT COMPANY —HER COMMISSION TO WILLIAM HAREBORNE TO BE AMBASSADOR IN TURKEY —LETTER TO ALI BASSA —LETTER FROM MUSTAPHA CHAUS —LETTER FROM SINAN BASSA —LETTER FROM THE SULTANA ELLERICHSHAUSEN (C. ab) ELLERICHSHAUSEN (L. ab) EMDEN ENGLISHMEN SENT TO CONSTANTINOPLE ERIGENA (John), HIS TRAVELS ESTURMY (W.), his account of his embassy to Prussia —LETTER FROM WERNERUS DE TETTINGEN EUSEBIUS, quoted EUTROPIUS, quoted EYMS (W.)

FAMAGUSTA, SIEGE OF FARDEL (meaning of) FEN (H. ap) FERMENIA or THERMIA (island) FEUCHTUVANG (C. a) FEUCHTUVANG (S. a) FIELD (R.) FINISTERRE (cape) FLISPE (S.) FLORUS, quoted FORMENTERA (island) FORREST (G.) FOSTER (T.), HIS PASSPORT FROM EARL OF LEICESTER FOWLER (T.) FRIDAY (ship), taken FROISSART, HIS ACCOUNT OF KING LYON'S VISIT TO ENGLAND FUBBORNE (W.)

GABARDS GAGE, (Sir E.) GAGE (G.) GALIPOLI (straits of) GALITA (island) GARRARD (Sir W.) GARRET (William) GENOA GIBRALTAR GLEIDELL (J.) GODEZERE (ship), taken by Hans Towns GODFREY, Earl of Hohenloe GODFREY (J.) GOLDESMITH (C.) GONSON (R.) GONSON (W.) GONSTON (B.) GOODWINE (J.) GOURNEY (M.), VOYAGE TO ALGIERS GRAA (T.), Ambassador of England GRAVESEND GRAY (John) GRAY (R.) GREEK FIRE GRESHAM (J.) GRINDALL, Archbishop of Canterbury GRIPESWOLD

HACHENBERG (U.) Ambassador of Prussia HAGUE (the) HAKLUYT (R.), HIS ACCOUNT OF THE ANCIENT TRADE TO THE LEVANT —LIST OF GOODS TO BE OBTAINED IN TURKEY —MEMORANDUM OF WORK TO BE DONE IN TURKEY HALBERSTADT HAMBURG HANS TOWNS —AGREEMENT WITH HENRY IV. —THEIR GRIEVANCES AGAINST ENGLAND HAREBORNE (William), obtains safe conduct —His first voyage —COMMISSION TO BE AMBASSADOR —VOYAGE IN THE SUSAN —LETTER TO MUSTAPHA CHAUS —HIS PETITION TO THE VICEROY OF MOREA —HIS RETURN TO ENGLAND HARWICH HAWKIN DERLIN (ship), plundered HAWKINS (Sir John) HAWKWOOD (J.), HIS VICTORIES IN ITALY HEILSBURG (castle), built HEITH (W.) HELDRINGEN (H. ab) HELENA, HER TRAVELS —mentioned HELENA (ship), taken HENRY (Emperor), his letter to Philip of France HENRY, Earl of Plaen HENRY IV., HIS LETTERS TO CONRAD DE IUNGINGEN —THEIR AGREEMENT —AGREEMENT WITH HANS TOWNS —LETTER TO ULRICUS DE IUNGINGEN —LETTERS FROM ULRICUS DE IUNGINGEN —AGREEMENT WITH ULRICUS DE IUNGINGEN HENRY VIII., HIS LETTER TO JOHN OF PORTUGAL HERSTON (P.) HICKMAN (A.) HOLINSHED, HIS ACCOUNT OF THE EMBASSY FROM FERDINANDO TO HENRY VIII HOLSTOCKE (W.) HOLY CROSS (ship), voyage to Candia HOOD (R.) HORUSE (R.) HOVEDEN (Roger de), bibliography HUGHSON (J.) HULL HUNT (T.)

IENA INNSBRUCK IPSWICH ISAAC COMNENUS ISABEL (ship), taken IUNGINGEN (C. a), sends an embassy to Richard II. —HIS LETTERS TO RICHARD II —COMPOSITION BETWEEN HIM AND ENGLAND —RECEIVES LETTERS FROM HENRY IV —HIS LETTERS TO HENRY IV —THEIR AGREEMENT IUNGINGEN (Ulricus a) —LETTER FROM HENRY IV —LETTER TO HENRY IV —AGREEMENT WITH HENRY IV

JAROSLAW JASSY or YAS JENKINSON (A.) JERUSALEM; voyage of Richard I, to JERUSALEM (Knights of), CATALOGUE OF MASTERS —Remove to Ptolemais —Join the Dutch Knights in Prussia —First war against Prussian infidels —Second war against Prussia —Prussians renounce Christianity —Third war against Prussia —Lose Acon —Return to France —Remove to Marienburg —Defeated —Battle against Wladislaus —Prussians rebel against the Knights —Apply to Casimir, King of Poland —Commanded by Emperor Frederick to return to obedience —Civil war —Casimir defeated by the Knights —Marienburg betrayed to Casimir —Peace concluded —Make a treaty with Richard II —THEIR COMPOSITION WITH ENGLAND IN 1403 —THEIR AGREEMENT WITH HENRY IV. IN 1405 JOHN (of Portugal), letter from Henry VIII JOHN BAPTIST (ship) JOHN COMNENUS JOPPA JUSTINIAN

KELHAM, his Norman Dictionary quoted KERPEN (Otto, of) KINGTON (J.), his account of his embassy to Prussia KINSTUT, King of Lithuania —Escape from prison KNAPPENRODT (W. A.) KRANTZIUS (A.), HIS ACCOUNT OF THE BURNING OF NORBERN KUCHENMEISTER (M.) KUNIGSBERG founded

LAKENSWITHER (H.) LAKINGLISH (J.) LAMBERT (F.) LAMBOLT (H.) LANGSOUND LEGHORN LEICESTER, Earl of —HIS PASSPORT TO THOMAS FOSTER LEMAN (R.) LEO AFRICANUS, quoted LEOPOLD, Duke of Austria, takes Richard I. prisoner —Sells him to Emperor LESSON (O.) LETIS (J.) LEVANT, HAKLUYT'S ACCOUNT OF THE ANCIENT TRADE TO —THE REVIVING OF THE TRADE TO THE LEVANT COMPANY, CHARTER FROM MURAD KHAN —FROM QUEEN ELIZABETH LIBER-TRIADUM, quoted LIGATE (J.) LINCOLN (Bishop of), His letters to Conrad de Iungingen LITTLE, (William), his works LIVONIA LOCKE (M.) LOCKE (W.) LODGE (Sir T.) LONDON LUBECK LUDOLPHUS, Duke of Brunswick LUDOLPHUS, surnamed King LUTHER, born at Einsleben LYDERPOLE (T.) LYMASOL or LYMSZEN LYNN LYON, King of Armenia, HIS VOYAGE TO ENGLAND LYONS

MAGDEBURG MAIN (river) MALAGA MALIM (W.), HIS ACCOUNT OF THE SIEGE OF FAMAGUSTA MALLORCA (island) MALMESBURY (abbey) MALMESBURY (W. of), quoted MALTA MANUCHIO, HIS SAFE CONDUCT FROM THE SULTAN MAONE MARGARET, Queen of Denmark MARGARET (ship), taken MARIEBURG or MARIENBURG —Taken by treason MARLIN (ship) MARMORA MARPURG MARSEILLES MARTINE A GOLIN, His wonderful stratagem MARTININGO (G.) MATAPAN (cape) MATTHEW GONSON (ship), VOYAGE TO CANDIA —SECOND VOYAGE —Mentioned MAUSTROND MEIDENBURG (Bulgrave of) MERALL (Sir A. de), turns traitor MERSH (T.) MESSINA —Taken by the English MEYER (H.) MICHAEL (ship), taken MICONE (island) MIDDEEBURG MILO (island) MINION (ship) MITYLENE (island) —A COMMANDMENT TO MORAVIA MOTTE (T.) MOYLE, meaning of MUNDE (W.) MUNSTER, his history of the Dutch Knights of Jerusalem MURAD KHAN, HIS LETTERS TO QUEEN ELIZABETH —HIS LETTERS FROM QUEEN ELIZABETH —GRANTS CHARTER TO LEVANT COMPANY MUSTAPHA CHAUS, HIS LETTER TO QUEEN ELIZABETH —LETTER FROM W. HAREBORNE

NARES, quoted NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE NICHOLAS (ship), taken NIESTER (river) NISSA NOIE (W.) NORBERN, BURNT BY ROBBERS FROM THE HANS TOWNS NOVIBAZAR NORWICH NUREMBERG

ODOACER, King of Bohemia OLMUDTZ ORSELE (W. ab.) ORWEL OSBORNE (Sir E.), revives the trade to the Levant —mentioned OSTERNA (Boppo ab) OSTRIGE (W.) OTTO, Marquis of Brandeburg OXNEY (W.)

PALANDRIE PALOS (cape) PARIS (Matthew), quoted PARSONS (R.) PASSARO (cape) PATRASSO—A COMMANDMENT TO PEIRS (T.) PERCY RELIQUES, quoted PETER, Vayvode of Moldavia —HIS CHARTER TO ENGLISH MERCHANTS PETER (ship), taken PHILIP (of France), his alliance with Richard I —Returns to France —LETTER FROM THE EMPEROR HENRY PHILIPPOPOLI PICKET (J.) PIKERON (J.) PLOKET (T.) PLUMER (J.) PLUMMER (T.) PLYMOUTH PONTE (N. de), death of PORTO DE SAN PEDRO POUND (W.) PREST (J.) PRIMROSE (ship) PRIOUR (J.) PROCOPIUS PRUSSIA, privileges of English merchants in —Esturmy and Kington sent as ambassadors PRUSSIA (knights of), see Jerusalem (kinghts of) PURSER (A.)

RACKING, meaning of word RAGUSA RATCLIFFE (J.) READ (Peter), HIS EPITAPH REDEN (castle), built RESIL (castle), built REUSS (H.) REVELL (R.) RHODES —SIEGE AND TAKING OF —Blockaded —Provisioned —A brigantine sent to Candia —General muster —Letter from the Great Turk —The Turks land on the Isle of Lango —Besieged —Assisted by Gabriel Martiningo —Is taken —A COMMANDMENT TO RHONE (river) RICHARD I., HIS VOYAGE INTO ASIA —Alliance with Philip of France —Taken prisoner by Duke of Austria —EPITAPHS RICHARD II., receives ambassadors from Conrad de Zolner RICHTENBERG, (H. a) RIGWEYS (R.) ROBINES (R.) RODE (A.) ROME RONDELL (L) ROOS (William, Lord of) —His letters to Conrad de Iungingen ROSTOCK ROTTERDAM RUMNIE (J.) RUSSDORFF (P. a) RUSSE (L. van)

SAFFRON WALDON ST. JOHN (knights of), go to Cyprus and Rhodes ST. VINCENT (cape) SALT SALTZA.(H. de) SAMBORUS, son of Suandepolcus SANDWICH SAUGERSHUSEN (H. de) SANTA MARIA (cape) SANTA SOPHIA (Mosque of) SAPIENTIA (island) SARDINIA SAVIOUR (ship) SCHIEDAM SCOF (E.) SCUVENDEN (B. a) SEBURGH (J.) SELAW SHERWOOD (W.) SHIPPER (ship), plundered SIBEL (W.), Ambassador of England SIGISMUND (Emperor), assists the Knights of Jerusalem SILISDEN (W.) SINAN BASSA, HIS LETTER TO QUEEN ELIZABETH SITHENCE (meaning) of SMITH (T.) SNYCOP (J.) SOPHIA or SOFIA SOUTHAMPTON SPENSER, quoted STAPER (R.), revives trade to Levant —mentioned STARKEY (J.) STETTIN STEYHARD (N.) STOCKET (N.), Ambassador of England STRABO, quoted STRALSSUND STURMY. See Esturmy SUANDEPOLCUS, Duke of Pomerania SULTANA (of Turkey), LETTER TO QUEEN ELIZABETH SUSAN (ship), Her voyage to Constantinople