Howe Richarde Plantagenet Duke of Yorke was slayn through his ouer rash boldnes, and his sonne the Earle of Rutland for his lacke of valiaunce, An. Dom. 1460.[950]
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Howe Richarde Plantagenet Duke of Yorke was slayn through his ouer rash boldnes, and his sonne the Earle of Rutland for his lacke of valiaunce, An. Dom. 1460.[950]
1. Trust fortune (quod[951] hee) in whome[952] was neuer trust? O folly of men[953] that[954] haue no better grace, All rest, renowne, and deedes lie in the dust, Of all the sort that sue her slipper trace: What meanest thou, Baldwine, for to hide[955] thy face? Thou needest not feare although I misse my head, Nor yet to mourne for this my sonne is dead.[956] 2. The cause why thus I lead him in my hand, His skin with bloud and teares so sore bestaynd,[957] Is that thou mayest the better vnderstand, How hardly fortune hath for vs ordaynd, In whome her loue and hate bee hole contaynd: For I am Richard, prince Plantagenet, The duke of Yorke in royall race beget.[958] 3. For Richard earle of Cambridge, eldest sonne Of Edmund Langley, thyrd[959] sonne of king Edward, Engendred mee, of Anne, whose course[960] did runne Of Mortimers to bee the issue gard: For when her brother Edmund died a ward,[961] Shee was sole heire[962] by due discent of line, Whereby her rightes and titles all were mine. 4. But marke mee nowe, I pray thee, Baldwine, marke, And see how force oft ouerbeareth right: Way how vsurpers tyrannously warke, To keepe by murder that they get by might, And note what troublous[963] daungers doe alight On such as seeke to repossesse their owne, And how through rigour right[964] is ouerthrowne. 5. The duke of Hereford, Henry Bolenbroke,[965] Of whome duke Mowbray told thee now of late, When voide of cause hee[966] had king Richard toke: Hee murdered him, vsurped[967] his estate, Without all right or title, sauing hate Of other’s rule, or loue to rule alone: These two excepted, title had hee none. 6. The realme and crowne was Edmund Mortimer’s,[968] Whose father Roger was king Richard’s heire: Which caused Henry and the Lancasters[969] To seeke all shiftes our housholdes[970] to appayre, For sure hee was to sit beside the chayre Where wee of power to claime our lawfull right, Wherefore to stroy vs hee did all hee might.[971] 7. His cursed sonne ensued his cruell path, And kept my giltlesse cosin strayt in duraunce: For whome my father hard entreated hath: But liuing hopelesse of his line’s assuraunce, Hee thought it best by pollitike procuraunce, To priue[972] the king, and so restore his frend: Which brought him selfe to an infamous end.[973] 8. For whan king Henry,[974] of that name the fifte, Had tane my father in his[975] conspiracy,[976] Hee, from sir Edmund all the blame to shifte, Was fayne to say the[977] French kinge’s ally[978] Had hyred him this trayterous act to trye, For which condemned shortly hee was slaine, In helping right this was my father’s gaine.[979] 9. Thus whan the linage of the Mortimers Was made away by his[980] vsurping line, Some hang’d, some slaine, some pined prisoners, Because the crowne by right of lawe was mine, They gan as fast against mee to repine, In feare alwayes, least I should stur them to[981] strife, For guylty hearts haue neuer quiet life.[982] 10. Yet at the last, in Henrye’s dayes the sixt, I was restored to my father’s landes, Made duke of Yorke: where through my minde I fixt To get the crowne and kingdome in my handes, For ayde wherein I knit assured handes With Neuil’s stocke, whose daughter was my make, Who for no woe would euer mee forsake.[983] 11. O Lord, what hap had I through mariage, Fower goodly boyes in youth my wife shee bore Right valiaunt[984] men and prudent for their age, Such brethren[985] shee had and nephues [still] in store As none had erst, nor any shall haue more:[986] The earle of Salisbury, and his sonne of Warwicke, Were matchlesse men[987] from Barbary to Barwicke. 12. Through helpe of whome and fortune’s louely looke, I vndertooke to claime my lawfull right, And to abash such as against mee tooke,[988] I raysed power at all poyntes prest to fight: Of whome the chiefe, that chiefly bare mee spight, Was Somerset the duke, whome to annoy I alway sought, through spite, spite to destroy.[989] 13. And maugre him, so choyse, lo, was my chaunce, Yea though the quene, that all rulde, tooke his part,[990] I twise bare rule[991] in Normandy and Fraunce, And last lieuetenaunt in Ireland, where my hart Found remedy for euery kinde of smart: For through[992] the loue my doinges there did breede, I had their helpe at all times in my neede. 14. This spitefull duke, his seely king[993] and queene, With armed hoastes I thrise met in the fielde, The first vnfought through treaty made betweene: The second ioynde, wherein the king did yeelde, The duke was slaine, the queene enforst to shyelde Her selfe by flight: the third the queene did fight, Where I was slaine being ouer matcht by might.[994] 15. Before this last were other battayles three, The first the earle of Salisbury led[995] alone, And[996] fought on Bloreheath, and got[997] victory: In the next was I and my kinsfolke[998] euery one: But seeing our souldiers stale vnto our foen, Wee warely brake our company on a night, Dissolued our hoast, and tooke our selues to flight.[999] 16. This boy and I, in Ireland did vs saue, Mine eldest sonne, with Warwicke and his father, To Calais got, whence, by the reade I gaue, They came agayne to London, and did gather An other hoast whereof I spake not[1000] rather: And met our foes, slewe many a lord and knight, And tooke the king, and draue the queene to flight. 17. This done I came[1001] to England all in haste, To make a[1002] claime vnto the realme and crowne: And in the house while parliament did last, I in the kinge’s seat boldly[1003] sate mee downe, And claymed it, whereat[1004] the lordes did frowne, But what for that? I did so well proceede, That all at last confest it mine indeede.[1005] 18. But sith the king had raigned now so long,[1006] They would hee should continue till hee dyed, And to the end, that than none did mee wrong,[1007] Protector and heyre apparant they mee[1008] cryed: But sith the queene and others this denyed, I sped mee towardes the north, where then shee lay, In minde by force to cause her to obay.[1009] 19. Whereof shee warnd preparde a mighty powre, And ere that mine were altogether ready, Came swift to Sandale[1010] and besieged my bowre: Where like a beast I was so rash and heady, That out I would, there could be no remedy, With scant fiue thousand souldiers, to assayle Fowre times so many, encampt to most auayle.[1011] 20. And so was slaine at first: and while my childe Scarse twelue yeare old, sought secretly to parte, That cruell Clifford, lord, nay lorell wylde, While the infant[1012] wept, and prayed him rue his smart, Knowing what hee was, with dagger cloue his heart:[1013] This done, he came to th’camp where I lay dead, Despoylde my corps and cut away my head. 21. And when he had put a paper crowne thereon, As a gawring stocke he sent it to the queene:[1014] And shee for spite commaunded it anon To be had to Yorke: where that it mought[1015] bee seene, They placed it where other traytors beene: This mischiefe fortune did mee after death: Such was my life, and such my losse of breath.[1016] 22. Wherefore see, Baldwine, that thou set it forth, To th’end the fraude of fortune may bee knowen, That eke all princes well[1017] may way the worth Of thinges, for which the seedes[1018] of warre be sowen: No state so sure but soone is ouerthrowen:[1019] No worldly good can counterpeyze the prise Of halfe the paynes that may thereof arise. 23. Far[1020] better it were to lose a piece of right, Than lymmes and life in sousing[1021] for the same: It is not force of friendship, nor of might, But God that causeth thinges to fro or frame,[1022] Not wit but lucke[1023] doth wield the winner’s game: Wherefore if wee our follyes would refrayne, Time would redresse all wronges, wee voyde of payne. 24. Wherefore warne princes not to wade[1024] in war For any cause, except the realme’s defence:[1025] Theyr troublous titles are vnworthy far The bloud, the life, the spoyle of innocence: Of friendes, of foes,[1026] behold my foule[1027] expence, And neuer the neare: best therefore tary time, So right shall raigne, and quyet calme ech crime.[1028]
[With that[1029] maister Ferrers shooke mee by the sleue, saying: “Why how now man, do you forget your selfe? belike you minde our matters very much.” “So I doe indeede,” sayd I,[1030] “for I dreame of them.” And whan I had rehersed my dreame, wee had long talke concerning the nature of dreames, which to stint, and to bring vs to our matter agayne, thus sayd one of them: “I am glad it was your chaunce to dreame of duke Richard, for it had bene pity to haue ouerpassed him. And as concerning this lord Clyfford which so cruely killed his sonne, I purpose to gieue you notes: who (as hee well deserued) came shortly after to a sodayne death, and yet too good for so cruell a tyrant. [For on Palmesonday next following, being the xxix day[1031] of March, in the yeare of Christ a thousand four hundreth threescore and one, this lord Clyfford with Henry Percy the thirde earle of Northumberland, the earle of Westmerland, the lord Dacres, the lord Welles, and other were slayn at Towton in Yorkeshyre.][1032] Wherefore as you thought you saw and hearde the headles duke speake through his necke, so now[1033] suppose you see this lord Clyfford, all armed saue his head, with his brest plate all gore bloud running from his throate wherein an headlesse arrow sticketh through which wound hee sayth thus.”[1034]]