QUEEN ELIZABETH

Master Major! We thank you for your entertainment, And for your princely present, a cup of gold! In gratefullnes we back return the keys With all the emblems of your government; We in our progress, are a sojourner, Not and inhabitant, we will be so with you; A welcome fuller of bounty, virtue, love, We have not seen; therefore to gratulate As a small token of our princely love, On, to your former motion made for Trent. You'd have it navigable to Gainsborough So to Boston, Kingston, Humber, and Hull; But, what are the causes? I have tasted your welcome, and would feign Grant your design, so you give reason. Ya'r a merry man Master Major. On, to your Charter. You shall enjoy your wishes; We thank you; Welcome renowned John of Wilton, And you the war Like Heroes of his train, Warlike Clifton; fame has been before thee, And with her shrill Trump sent your praises home, Ever your arrival; rise noble John of Wilton; The only champion of Elizabeth. And they shall have them; welcome bold Arguile, Thank thou the God of batles, that hast given Prosperity to our first enterprise, Being the first Batle that we ever waged, Linked victory unto a virgin's arm, For which we render thee all attributes, Guarded by thee, and these our loving Subject's, We fear no Spanish force, nor Frenchmen's braves, Let Austria brag; and Room, and Italy Send out their poisoned Darts; dreadless we stand Protected by thy never failing power, Lord Gray, return you governor of Berwick, The Duke of Norfolk, for some special causes We must recall; Arguile shall have his pledges, We but reserved them to preserve our selves, Clifton; be thou our deputy Lieutenant, And Lord warden of Nottingham Castle, Our self will be Lieutenant of the County. For Howard, Pellham, Leak, and all the rest That in this victory shared with dangers, They shall participate our princely loves, I know not how to dignify your deeds Without a large premeditation; Gray, and Clifton, Clifton, and warlike Gray Fought for our father, brother, and sister At Dennis, Roan, Bullen, and at Calais The bloody sweat that Muslborough bred At Edinburgh, and now again at Leith, In all which we fortunately conquered, Thanks unto heaven, next your valiant hands. Master Mayor, and noble John of Wilton, And warlike Clifton with all your men of war We this night do invite you, for our gueasts, To sup with us; to morrow we'll survey The underminings, and unpaced greise That Mortimer, and Isabel did devise To steal their sportive daliancies in, Of whom your stately fortress does retain The Labyrinth (now called Mortimers hold) Heaven for our victory we first will pay, And praise our Subject's that redeemed the day, Proud France, and poysening Spain, if heave'n us bless A virgin's arm shall quell your mightiness.