Elizabetha Triumphans.

Damned practizes, that the divelish
Popes of Rome have used ever sithence her
Highnesse first comming to the Crowne, by
moving her wicked and traiterous subjects to
Rebellion and conspiracies, thereby
to bereave her Majestie both of her lawfull
seate, and happy life.

With a declaration of the manner how her excellency
was entertained by her Souldyers into her
Campe Royall at Tilbery in Essex: and of the
overthrow had against the Spanish Fleete: briefly,
truly, and effectually set foorth.

Declared, and handled
by I.A.

“Post victoriam gloria.”

At London
Printed by Thomas Orwin, for Thomas Gubbin,
and Thomas Newman.

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The Queene
went out of
the Campe.
When Phæbus lights were in the middle part

Twixt East and West fast hasting to his home:

Our Soveraigne (our sacred blisfull Queene)

Was readie to depart from out her Campe.

Agaynst whose comming, every Captaine was

There prest to shew themselves in readines,

To do the will of their high Generall.

There might you see most brave and gallant men,

Who lately were beclad in Mars his cloathes,

Inranked then in Court-like costly suites.

Through whom did passe our Queene most Dido-like,

(Whose stately heart doth so abound with love,

As thousand thanks it yeelds unto them all)

To water-side to take her royall Barge.

Amidst the way (which was the outward Ward

Of that her Campe) her Serjant Major stood

Among those Squadrans which there then did ward.

Her eyes were set so earnestly to view,

As him unseene she would not passe along,

The Queene
called her Serjant
Major unto
her, and delivered
a message.
But calls him to her rich-built Couches sides,

And thanking him (as oft before she had)

Did will him do this message from her mouth,

Delivered with full of wisedome words.

Which that it may not altogether be

(Through unfit word hew’d from a stonie wit)

Obliterated to my utter shame:

Ye sacred Dames, ye seaven-fold Nimphes (I meane)

(Whose thickie groves resound your heavenly words:

Whence every Arte had first their severall names)

Be-bathe my temples with those peerl-like droppes

Which fall amaine from that your silver streame:

That through your ayde my wit now dulled sore,

May quickned be with that your flowing Arte.

Then shall I write in these my lines too rude

Her royall speech (though nothing like her speech)

Which in effect was it that here ensues.

E. We Ev 26 The effect of
the Queenes

“We will them know that now by proofe we see

Their loyall hearts to us their lawfull Queene.

For sure we are that none beneath the Heavens

Have readier Subjects to defend their right:

Which happines we coumpt to us as cheefe.

And though of love their dueties crave no lesse,

Yet say to them that we in like regarde,

And estimate of this their dearest zeale,

(If time of neede shall ever call them foorth

To dare in field their fearce and cruell foes)

Wilbe our selfe their noted Generall.

Ne deare at all to us shalbe our life,

Ne Pallaces or Castles huge of stone

Shall hold as then our presence from their view:

But in the midst and very heart of them,

Bellona-like we meane as then to march;

On common lot of gayne or losse to both,

They well shall see we recke shall then betide.

And as for honor with most large rewards,

Let them not care they common there shalbe:

The meanest man who shall deserve a might,

A mountaine shall for his desart receive.

And this our speach, and this our solemne vowe,

In servent love to those our Subjects deare,

Say Serjant Major, tell them from our selfe,

On Kingly faith we will performe it there.”

Which sayd, she bow’d her princely bodie downe,

And passed thence unto the water-side:

Where once imbarg’d the roring Cannons were

Discharg’d, both those which were on Tilb’rie hill,

And also those which at the Block-house were:

And there even then the fore-white mant’led Ayre,

From whence the Sunne shed foorth his brightest beames,

Did cloathe it selfe with darke and duskie hue,

And with thick Clowdes bar’d Phæbus gladsome streames

From lightning then the Earth with glorious shew. It E2r 27

It powres foorth showers in great and often droppes,

Signes of the griefe for her departure thence.

And Terra now her highnesse foot-stoole late,

Refuseth quite those drops desir’d before,

To moysten her dri’d up and parched parts,

And of her selfe even then she yeelded foorth

Great store of waters from her late-dri’d heart,

Now deeply droun’d for this the parted losse

Of that her sacred and renowned Queene.

But happie Thames (thrise happie at this time)

Turnes backe with speede his lately ebbing course:

He calmes his billowes raging sore before,

And makes it flow with a swift running streame.

And Æolus to him a friendly King,

Recals his boysterous Boreas to his den,

Sent late abroad with such sore thundring blasts

As be the cracks which come, when angrie Jove

Throwes from his seate his hurtfull Thunder-boults.

Him he tyes up within an hollow cave,

With three link’d chaines with huge and strong-made locks

Least that he should annoy her sacred selfe,

Who now was carried on the river Thames.

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