217Of Charles the Duke of Loraine, sole Heire male

218Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great:

219To find his Title with some shewes of truth,

220Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught,

221Conuey'd himselfe as th'Heire to th'Lady Lingare,

222Daughter to Charlemaine, who was the Sonne

223To Lewes the Emperour, and Lewes the Sonne

224Of Charles the Great: also King Lewes the Tenth,

225Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper Capet,

226Could not keepe quiet in his conscience,

227Wearing the Crowne of France, 'till satisfied,

228That faire Queene Isabel, his Grandmother,

229Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare,

230Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Loraine:

231By the which Marriage, the Lyne of Charles the Great

232Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France.

233So, that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne,

234King Pepins Title, and Hugh Capets Clayme,

235King Lewes his satisfaction, all appeare

236To hold in Right and Title of the Female:

237So doe the Kings of France vnto this day.

238Howbeit, they would hold vp this Salique Law,

239To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female,

240And rather chuse to hide them in a Net,

241Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles,

242Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors.

243King. May I with right and conscience make this claim?

244Bish. Cant. The sinne vpon my head, dread Soueraigne:

245For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ,

246When the man dyes, let the Inheritance

247Descend vnto the Daughter. Gracious Lord,

248Stand for your owne, vnwind your bloody Flagge,

249Looke back into your mightie Ancestors:

250Goe my dread Lord, to your great Grandsires Tombe,

251From whom you clayme; inuoke his Warlike Spirit,

252And your Great Vnckles, Edward the Black Prince,

253Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie,

254Making defeat on the full Power of France:

255Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill

256Stood smiling, to behold his Lyons Whelpe

257Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie.

258O Noble English, that could entertaine

259With halfe their Forces, the full pride of France,

260And let another halfe stand laughing by,

261All out of worke, and cold for action.

262Bish. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead,

263And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats;

264You are their Heire, you sit vpon their Throne:

265The Blood and Courage that renowned them,

266Runs in your Veines: and my thrice-puissant Liege

267Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth,

268Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises.

269Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth

270Doe all expect, that you should rowse your selfe,

271As did the former Lyons of your Blood.

272West. They know your Grace hath cause, and means, and (might;

273So hath your Highnesse: neuer King of England

274Had Nobles richer, and more loyall Subiects,

275Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England,

276And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France.

277Bish. Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege

278With Bloods, and Sword and Fire, to win your Right:

279In ayde whereof, we of the Spiritualtie

280Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe,

281As neuer did the Clergie at one time

282Bring in to any of your Ancestors.

283King. We must not onely arme t'inuade the French,

284But lay downe our proportions, to defend

285Against the Scot, who will make roade vpon vs,

286With all aduantages.

287Bish. Can. They of those Marches, gracious Soueraign,

288Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend

289Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers.

290King. We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely,

291But feare the maine intendment of the Scot,

292Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs:

293For you shall reade, that my great Grandfather

294Neuer went with his forces into France,

295But that the Scot, on his vnfurnisht Kingdome,

296Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach,

297With ample and brim fulnesse of his force,

298Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes,

299Girding with grieuous siege, Castles and Townes:

300That England being emptie of defence,

301Hath shooke and trembled at th'ill neighbourhood.

302B.Can. She hath bin thē more fear'd thē harm'd, my Liege:

303For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe,

304When all her Cheualrie hath been in France,

305And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles,

306Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended,

307But taken and impounded as a Stray,

308The King of Scots: whom shee did send to France,

309To fill King Edwards fame with prisoner Kings,

310And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse,

311As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea

312With sunken Wrack, and sum-lesse Treasuries.

313Bish. Ely. But there's a saying very old and true,

314If that you will France win, then with Scotland first begia.

315For once the Eagle (England) being in prey,

316To her vnguarded Nest, the Weazell (Scot)

317Comes sneaking, and so sucks her Princely Egges,

318Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat,

319To tame and hauocke more then she can eate.

320Exet. It followes theu, the Cat must stay at home,

321Yet that is but a crush'd necessity,

322Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries,

323And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues.

324While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad,

325Th'aduised head defends it selfe at home:

326For Gouernment, though high, and low, and lower,

327Put into parts, doth keepe in one consent,

328Congreeing in a full and natural close,

329Like Musicke.

330Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide

331The state of man in diuers functions,

332Setting endeuour in continual motion:

333To which is fixed as an ayme or butt,

334Obedience: for so worke the Hony Bees,

335Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach

336The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome.

337They haue a King, and Officers of sorts,

338Where some like Magistrates correct at home:

339Others, like Merchants venter Trade abroad:

340Others, like Souldiers armed in their stings,

341Make boote vpon the Summers Veluet buddes:

342Which pillage, they with merry march bring home

343To the Tent-royal of their Emperor :

344Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes

345The singing Masons building roofes of Gold,

346The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony;

347The poore Mechanicke Porters, crowding in

348Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate:

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