2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 43 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
From Dover Cliffs we might discern them join, But such a cloud of smoke environed them, We could discover nought of their proceedings: For the great Spanish Fleet had wind and Tide, God and good hearts stand on your grace's side. there's for thy news: he that first lent me breath, Stand in the right of wronged Elizabeth. God and his Angels, for Elizabeth. Welcome a God's name, what's the news my friend, Alas, good man: his looks speaks for his tongue. How stands the sea-fight. Much contrarious. The Spanish Fleet cast in a warlike Rank Like a half Moon, or to a full bent bow, Wait for advantage: when amongst the rest Sir Martin Furbisher blinded with smoke, And fired in heart with emulating honour, Gave the proud Spaniard a broad side of shot: But being within the compass of their danger, The distant corners of the grippled Fleet Circled him round: this valiant Furbisher, With all his brave and gallant followers, Are folded in death's arms. If he Survive, He shall be nobly ransomed: If he die, He lives an honour to his Nation. How fares our Admiral? Bravely he fights, Directs with judgement and with heedful care, Offends the Foe: England near bred Men that at sea fight better managed. It cheers my blood and if my God be pleased For some neclected duty in ourself, To punish us with loss of them at sea, His will be done: yet will we pray for them. If they return, ourself will be the first Will bid them welcome: what saves valiant Leicester? Thou wilt not leave me wilt thou? dost thou look pale? What says old Hunsdon? nay i'll speak thy part, Thy hand old Lord, I am sure I have thy heart. Both hand and heart. Then let both heart and hand, Be bravely used in honour of our Land. Before thou speakest take that if he be dead, A Queen will see his Funeral honoured. When the foes ships Had grasped his ships within a steely girdle, The valiant Captain overcharged with her, Having no room for cowardice or fear, Gave all his ordinance a gallant charge, Cheered up his soldiers, manned up his fights, And standing barehead, bravely on the deck, When dangerous shot as thick as April hail Dropped by his ears, he waved his warlike sword, And with a bold defiance the foe. The watchword given, his Ordinance let fly With such a fury, that it broke their ranks, Shottered their sides and made their warlike ships Like drunkards reel, and tumble side to side: But to conclude such was the will of heaven, The true spirit of that Gentleman, That being thought hopeless to be preserved, Yet in wars despite and all the Spaniards scoff, He brought his ship and soldiers bravely off.
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From Douer Cliffes we might discerne them ioyne, But such a cloud of smoke inuiron'd them, VVe could discouer nought of their proceedings: For the great Spanish Fleet had wind and Tide, God and good hearts stand on your Graces side. Ther's for thy newes: he that first lent me breath, Stand in the right of wrong'd Elizabeth. God and his Angels, for Elizabeth. VVelcome a Gods name, what's the newes my friend, Alas, good man: his lookes speakes for his tongue. How stands the sea-fight. Much contrarious. The Spanish Fleet cast in a warlike Ranke Like a halfe Moone, or to a full bent bow, Wait for aduantage: when amongst the rest Sir Martin Furbisher blinded with smoke, And fir'd in heart with emulating honour, Gaue the proud Spaniard a broad side of shot: But being within the compasse of their danger, The distant corners of the gripled Fleet Circled him round: this valiant Furbisher, With all his braue and gallant followers, Are foulded in deaths armes. If he Surviue, He shall be nobly ransomed: If he die, He liues an honour to his Nation. How fares our Admirall? Brauely he fights, Directs with iudgement and with heedfull care, Offends the Foc: England nere bred Men that at sea fight better managed. It cheers my blood and if my God be pleased For some neclected dutie in our selfe, To punish vs with losse of them at sea, His will be done: yet will we pray for them. If they returne, our selfe will be the first Will bid them welcome: what saves valiant Lecester? Thou wilt not leaue me wilt thou? dost thou looke pale? What sayes olde Hunsdon? nay ile speake thy part, Thy hand old Lord, I am sure I haue thy heart. Both hand and hart. Then let both heart and hand, Be brauely vs'd in honour of our Land. Before thou speakest take that if he be dead, A Queene will see his Funerall honoured. VVhen the foes ships Had grasp't his ships within a steely girdle, The valiant Captaine ouer-charg'd with her, Hauing no roome for cowardize or feare, Gaue all his ordinance a gallant charge, Cheer'd vp his souldiers, man'd vp his fights, And standing bare-head, brauely on the decke, When dangerous shot as thicke as April haile Dropt by his eares, he waued his war-like sword, And with a bold de fiance to the foe. The watch-word giuen, his Ordinance let flie VVith such a furie, that it broke their rankes, Shotter'd their sides and made their war-like shippes Like drunkards reele, and tumble side to side: But to conclude such was the will of heauen, The true spirit of that Gentle-man, That being thought hopelesse to be preserued, Yet in warres despite and all the Spaniards scoffe, He brought his ship and souldiers brauely off.