Book X, Chapter 55

IN Scotland, France, & Netherland, whilst Phillip, and the Pope,
Did Swordes, and ciuill Tumults broach, of prizing them in hope,
Her Highnes, through the highest Power, inabled was to ayde
Those Countries, to defend her owne, and Phillips to inuayde.
Of Scotland first, and then of France, and Belgike shall be saide:
When first of othe[…] things shall be this short Remembrance made.

It is a saying auncient (not autenticall, I win)
That who-so England will subdew, with Ireland must begin.
Imagine Stukelies onely name includeth all that's ill:
He forging worth, and to our State Maleuolent in will.
Of bounteous Pensions was therefore possest in Spayne long while,
Vntill (for it a Nature was in Stukelie to begile)
The King, whom he had cozen'd long, him purpos'd to exile.
Then for the Pope the Fugitiue a welcome Agent was:
(For nothing ill, might worke vs ill, hath Spayne and Rome let pas)
Of him he had an Armie, that for Irelands Conquest sayles:
When through a fight in Barharte that Expedition fayles.
But how had guiltles England then deseru'd such hostile Spight?
Her Rebell why relieued they? why arm'd they him to fight?
Why did? (why doe I aske that know the Spanyard so ambitious,
The Remaine Prelate pompious, and, which more is, auaticious?)
Why did, I say, Pope Pius Bull, and Gregories Calfe disqueate
Our Sou'raigne, and her Subiects, that did neuer them mis-treate?
Vnles for Princes to giue Lawes to theirs be to offend
Proud Spayne, and Rome: if so, as so, let God the Quarrell ende.
What else had England done, whē they did foster there, with more,
Our Traytor Moereton, sent from them to stirre an here-Vprote,
Which cost the North, two northerne Earles, and their Consorts full sore?
He whispring, how that Bull had made Anathema our Queene,
Deptiu'd her all Authoritie, discharg'd her Subiects cleene,
Blest all her Foes, curst all her Friends, left England Anies praye,
And all for damned that did ayde or her in ought obaye.
So arrogant, malitious, and mischieuous is that Bull,
That Belzebub, the Prince of hell, appeares in it at full.
Why sent they it by Felton to be bishoped at Paules?
Why fe'ed they Fitz-Morrice, that in Ireland marshal'd Brawles?
Saunders, that false seditious Priest that fortified theare,
Why march't hee with their Ensignes? Why did they those charges beare?
They shooke our Hiue, & forst vs forth to sting thē when they fee'd
False Desmond, and the Rebell now, that as the rest shall speede:
For God against all Traytors hath assured wrath decreede.
These Sturres, and more in Ireland, and a many Treasons heere,
Haue they abetted, to the King of Catholikes full deere.
More than his paper Pellets too the Pope hath been at cost:
His Alchumie, a dram to win, a pound of Gold hath lost.
Was it for loue they did erect Receptacles for Ours?
Or so by schooled Treacheries to adde vnto their Powrs?
Their Iesuists, our Iudasses, act so remote from Loue,
As Faiths Relaps, Rebellion, and to Rege-cide they moue.
Story, insatiate of the blood of Martyrs, and a many
Blood thirstie Priests, bloodier than whom nor hath nor might be any,
Tutting their Naturall Princes death, and Ruine of our State,
Doe they, and then did nourish, when twixt vs seem'd no debate.
That Spanish-Iewish Atheist, and Lop-heauie-headed Leach,
(Vnworthy a Physitions name) fowle Lopas, we impeach,
And Parret, that aspyring Knight, hence bryb'd for duties breach:
Hence haue been poysned of our Peeres, whom Bribes could not orereach.
But what are these, and more than these, to it the Guizian Scot,
Fatall to Seas of blood, and to her owne by earned lot,
Did with our Foes against our State and Soueraignes life complot[…]
Wherein King Phillip and the Pope especially weare hot.

Here, but in Reuerence of her Sonne, an happie Prince in all,
Religion, Peace, his Subiects Loue, of Emperie not small,
Precelling his Progenitors, a Iusticer vpright,
Yea ouer-long it weare we should Particulars resight,
How Nature, Wit, and Virtue, decke his body, words, and minde,
Or, if his Fames Deminatiue in any thing we finde,
It is but part of Maiestie, through Puratizme declynde,
Yea, if for him, whom (and deseru'd) we haue so firme a frend,
It might, I say, be spoke, not thus of Marie should we end.
Her Fauoures vnto Dauid Rize, offensine to the King
His Highnes Father, but for him in Storie would we bring,
With hers, and Bothuels double wrong to Eithers married Bead,
How they wrought Paricidie, how the treacherous Couple wead,
How, odious to their Owne, with hard escape of liues they flead,
How, since our Prisnor, blood she sought, & much through her was head,
Yea all that Buchanā doth wright should largely here be read.
Yeat not her Infancie should be vpbraided with the blood
Of many thousand slaughtred Soules, when periur'd Scots withstoode
Her Marriage with Prince Edward, which Eight Henrie swore thē to,
When they esteem'd vs Hereticks (so Papists Oathes vn-doe.)
But, for th'aforesaid Reuerence, touch we but Hers and Her,
That, indirectly, heer did her abortiue Clame prefer.