“The lamentable fall,” quoth Memorie, “Of two such noble youths may Mirrours be, That man high mounted on ambitious wing, T’obtaine a crowne attempteth any thing: They dead, their vncle’s tragedie succeeds: His monstrous birth, his shape, his bloodie deeds: Horror of conscience haunts him with vnrest, The mightie _Buckingham’s_ attempt vnblest: The tyrant enuying noble _Richmond’s_ good, By treason seekes to spill his royall blood, His strange escape from France to Britanie, Pursu’d by _Landois_ his false enemie, His safe arriue vpon the English coast, The skilfull marshalling of either hoast On Bosworth plaine, the order of the fight: Stout Norfolke’s fall, the king’s part put to flight His desperat valour shew’d on th’aduerse force, The shamefull vsage of his conquered corse, Which that we heare, let fame his ghost compel To leaue his graue, that he the same may tell.” ANOTHER ARGUMENT. Through night’s darke shadowes from the house of bale, The tyrant’s ghost comes vp to tell his tale. [Illustration] 1. Horror pursues the homicide’s sad soule, Feare hunts his conscience with an hue and crie, That drinkes the blood of men in murder’s bowle, Suspitious thoughts do rest in life denie, Hate seldome suffers him in peace to die, By heau’n’s inuiolate doome it is decreed, Whose hands shed blood, his heart in death should bleed. 2. I was to noble _Yorke_ the yongest sonne Of foure, which he begot in lawfull bed, First _Edward_ was, the next place _Edmund_ wonne, _Rutland’s_ yong earle by _Clifford’s_ hand strooke dead, _Clarence_ the third, to death vntimely lead: I was the last: of all the foure the worst, By heau’n and nature in my birth accurst. 3. When my sad mother in her fruitfull wombe Bore me a painfull burthen to and fro, Then the babe’s infant bed had been my tombe, Had not keene rasors to her paine and woe Cut me a way, vnto the world to goe: Nature did grudge to think, that from her wombe A man-like monster to the world should come. 4. When first I came into this world’s huge vast, My birth was not as others wont to bee: First did my feet come forth, as if in hast The child of discord had been then set free, To cause the wretched world to disagree, Heau’n at that time told b’inauspitious starres Nations far off of England’s ciuil warres. 5.