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An Answer to the vntruthes, pvblished and printed in Spaine, in glorie of their svpposed victorie atchieued against our English Navie, and the Right Honorable Charles Lord Howard, Lord high Admiral of England, &c. Sir Francis Drake, and the rest of the Nobles and Gentlemen, Captaines, and Soldiers of our said Navie. First written and published in Spanish By a Spanish Gentleman; who came hither out of the Lowe Countries from the service of the prince of Parma, with his wife and familie, since the overthrowe of the Spanish Armada, forsaking both his countrie and Romish religion; as by this Treatise (against the barbarous impietie of the Spaniards; and dedicated to the Queenes most excellent Majestie, may appeere.

Faithfully translated by I. L.

London, Printed by Iohn Iackson, for Thomas Cadman. 1589. (STC 17132 entered 1 February 1589).

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(p. 49) A song in praise of the English Nobilitie.

Arraied, in sundrie colours, white, red, and incarnation,
  blew, green, yellow, and murrie colour fine:
Plumes of feathers brave, displaieng foorth their minds,
  streamers fringd with gold, and silver round about,
Armor shining, white helmets, fine and graven,
  swords broad and sharpe, daggers strong and large,
Launces great and long, and sharpned steele at end,
  targets faire of steele, iacks of proofe, of male,
Ensignes brave advaunst, with red crosse in field white,
  and a rose for devise, set out in colour read,
With letters which do saie, *Let him be punisht and correct,
  which evill thinks, & doth not do, all what, that he is bound.
For to defend, & enlarge his cuntry & faith unto the deth.
  From great Brytaine, issue out, gentlemen of fame, |
Youths, desirous of honor, and vsde the same to win,
  do take their leave of friends, with many a brace & kisse,
From Father, from mother, from brothers, and from sisters,
  from kindred, & from neighbors, & fro{m} their houshold chere:
They go towards the sea, their enimies to seeke,
  to die, or overcome, regarding life in little,
They go thinking upon war, and upon deeds of old
  of their fathers, grandfathers, and others of their bloud,
They print in their memorie, the facts of their forefathers,
  to shew themselves no cowards, but bold, fierce, and stout,
And they, who thus do go are Gentles passing brave,
  the Earles of Oxford, Northumberland, & Cumberland,
Of valor, force, and courage, they beare the pricke and prise,
  three famous woorthy Earles, wel known and tried at armes,
Lord Dudley, Henry Brook, Arthur Gorge and Gerard,
  which to assault & win, are fower woorthy soldiers,
The valorous Cicill, which Thomas hath to name,
  who in affaires of wars, did never feare his foe,
Charles Blunt, William Hatton, two soldiers noted well,
  Walter Rawleigh, not the least, nor used lesse in armes,
Robert Cicill, and William that is his brothers son,
  whose valor goes beyond, that of the wrathfull Mars,
Two famous Roberts eeke, Carie and Harvie cald,
  of whome Fame proclaimes, affaires strange and great:
Of Darcy the valiant, whose name is called Edward,
  Heaven beareth witnes, and all the Brittish Ile:
And Horatio Palavezino, a gentleman well used,
  in letters, counsell, and armes, a gallant knight of strength.
These and many other, with Charles the Lord Admirall,
  accompanied with Drake, in armes are all as brethren,
One bodie, one resolute minde, the one hath care of thother,
  and one doth courage each, in such so brave a case ...

(*I thinke he meaneth the posie of the garter.)

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(p. 52) The translator to the same effect.

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(The goddesse of war; Vnder the name of Elisa is meant, our
gratious Queene Elizabeth)
Dictimne, wakened by their bitter threats:
 Armd with hir tooles, and weapons of defence: |
 Shaking hir launce, for inward passion, sweates,
 Driving the thought of woonted peace from hence.
 And gliding through the circute of the aire,
 Vnto Elisas pallace did repaire.

As when the flames amidst the fields of corne,
 With hidious noise, awakes the sleepie swaine:
 So do hir threatnings, seldome heard beforne,
 Reviue the warlike courtiers harts againe:
 So foorth they presse, since Pallas was their guide,
 And boldly saile upon the Ocean glide.

(L. Admirall)
The Admirall with Lion on his creast,
 Like to Alcides on the strond of Troy:
 Armd at assaie, to battell is addreast:
 The sea that sawe his frownes, waxt calme and coy,
 As when that Neptune with threeforked mase,
 For Trojans sake, did keepe the winds in chase.

(Earle of Oxford)
De-Vere whose fame, and loyaltie hath pearst,
 The Tuscan clime, and through the Belgike lands,
 By winged Fame, for valor is rehearst:
 Like warlike Mars upon the hatches stands,
 His tusked Bore gan fome for inwarde ire,
 While Pallas fild his breast, with warlike fire.

(Earle of Northumberland)
Percy whose fame the northren Albane kings,
 With bleeding creast report and publish foorth:
 Prest then in place, him Pallas armor brings,
 And bids him boldly to avowe his woorth:
 Laieng hir lip upon his Ivorie browe,
 Enjoining Fate, his fortunes to allow.

A-downe his shoulders hang his ambar locks,
 Like Phoebus golden tresses feately spread:
 Manly he stands to bide the Spaniards shocks,
 A warlike helmet fixt upon his head,
 May ísculapius with his cunning charmes,
 Preserve the toward Lord, from future harmes.

(Earle of Cumberland)
Next him the matchlesse Clifford shakes his sword,
 (Like to Alcides, faire Alcmenas sonne)
 His lookes are sterne, his locks do feare affoord,
 Within his breast doth manly courage woone,
 Vpon his crest the dragon list to frowne,
 Empald and compast with a golden crowne.

(L. Thomas)
On sodaine gan haught Howard presse in place:
 His argent lion couched at his feete:
 Oft lookt he backe, and from his honored face,
 The trickling teares dropt downe, so ambar, sweete,
 That faire Elisa viewing of his will,
 Avowd, my Howard will be faithfull still.

(L. Henrie)
Seymor the chiefetaine next supplied his roume,
 A wreath of Baie his temples did adorne,
 His arme to war Minerva first did dombe,
 His pen by proofe brought forraine stiles in scorne,
 Phoebus so shine upon his courage now,
 As each his skill and poems do allow.

(*See list at end of poem for names in margin)
What neede I write of Brooke, or Gorges praise,
 Of Hattons will, of Dudleys skill in armes,
 Of Gerards hope, of Cicils haught assaies,
 Of Darcies power, of Harvies hot alarmes,
 Of Rawleighs art, of Caries skill in lance:
 Of haught Horatios stately checke of chance.

(On Oxford University and Sir Charles Blunt)
From foorth the Oxens tract, to courtly state,
 I see the treasure of all Science come:
 Whose pen of yore, the Muses stile did mate,
 Whose sword is now unsheathd to follow drumbe,
 Parnassus knowes my Poet by his looke,
 Charles Blunt, the pride of war, and friend of booke.

(Sir Francis Drake)
Moorne not thou matchlesse parragon of war,
 In these descriptions, to be placed last:
 Thy glories take their essence from a far, |
 Haught Drake himselfe the brunt of war hath past,
 Ynough to arme these nobles to the deed,
 Whilst matchlesse thou command, advise, and lead.

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(*Names in margin)
M. Henrie Brooke.
M. Gorge.
Sir William Hatton.
L. Dudley.
M. Gerard.
Sir Thomas Cicill.
M. Darcie.
M. R. Harvie.
Sir Walter Rawleigh.
M. Robart Carie.

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