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.