the Dutchesse of Malfy.
Armes, and Honors, decke thy story,
To thy Fames eternall glory,
Adverse Fortune ever flie-thee,
No disastrous fate come nigh-thee.The Author disclaimes
this Ditty to be his.
I alone will sing thy praises,
Whom to honour, vertue raises;
And thy study, that divine-is,
Bent to Marshiall discipline-is:
Lay aside all those robes lie by thee,
Crown thy arts, with armes: they'll beautifie thee.
O worthy of worthiest name, adorn'd in this manner,
Lead bravely thy forces on, under wars warlike banner:
O mayst thou prove fortunate, in all Marshiall courses,
Guide thou still, by skill, in artes, and forces:
Victory attend thee nigh, whilst fame sings loud thy powres,
Triumphant conquest crowne thy head, and blessings powre
downe showres.
1.Pilg.
Here's a strange turne of state, who would have thought
So great a Lady, would have match'd her selfe
Unto so meane a person? yet the Cardinall
Beares himselfe much too cruell.
2.Pilg.
They are banish'd.
1.Pilg.
But I would aske what power hath this state
Of Ancona, to determine of a free Prince?
2.Pilg.
They are a free state sir, and her brother shew'd
How that the Pope fore-hearing of her loosenesse,
Hath seaz'd into th' protection of the Church
The Dukedome, which she held as dowager.
1.Pilg.
But by what justice?
2.Pilg.
Sure I thinke by none,
Only her brothers instigation.
1.Pilg.
What was it, with such violence he tooke
Of from her finger?
2.Pilg.
'Twas her wedding ring,
Which
