A web-based edition of early seventeenth-century political poetry from manuscript sources. It brings into the public domain over 350 poems, many of which have never before been published.
Notes. The occasion for this poem was Buckingham’s December 1626 trip to Kent to confer with the departing French ambassador on the Duke’s plans for a special embassy to Paris to heal strained Anglo-French relations. The poem alludes to the growing disgruntlement at the Duke among unpaid soldiers and sailors. The transcript in our chosen source (BL MS Sloane 826) includes a comment that the author of this poem was “justly punished”, and offers the opinion that “the juditious reader” would “smile at” the libel.
“The Dukes gowing to Dover, in December 1626”
Why did the fond Plebeans say
That Buckingham was runne away?
Why did the sailours1 and their wives,
Hope for fresh meat and merry lives?
The monied and the poore men make,5
All holy-days for his flight sake?
Why were the Parliament benches brusht2
And all new plotts for money3 husht?
Why did this knight, and that rich squire,
Who did their kingdoms good desire,10
The voyces of their shears to gaine4
Free open houses now proclaime?
Why were the exchequore coffers wide,
The mouldie chests new purifide?
The tellers talleys itching lye15
For feefteens and for subsidie?5
Why did the soldiers,6 whose sad sailes
Came home anotamized from Cailes,7
Promise that Christmas day should see
Him cassockt,8 and his companie?20
Why on this hope did they plung more
Into the soaking Tapsters9 score:
And make their greedy lanlord stay,
For rent, another quarter day?
The Dukes returnd, these hopes are vaine,25
Th’Artillery men must watch againe.
Put up your uselesse cudgells you,
You munmorth-murriand-pitchie10 crew.
Your tryumphs under hatches stow,
Your ebbes encrease, so dose his flow.30
And though your wives have sharpt their nailes,
To scratch his face, that project failes;
He’is garded with the citie swisses,11
And whilst you scould he huggs his blisses.
I graunt you as he went from hence,35
So fowle a night nere rained since,
The body of the Scotish Queene
To westminster remoovd hath beene.12
But ah poore wretches did you thinke
Your Admirall13 so soone would sinke40
Or that his stately toppe should vaile
To one poore storme or shower of haile,
And though some fondlings idely say
The wind his periwigg14 blew away:
Which found, an other swears he’s dead,45
His body’s gonne but hears his head.
This stopt pursuit, which slie that night
Could not have donne for all his spright.
At Canterbury,15 ther he met
An other storme as lowd and wet,50
As that he ridde in, for the cry
Beeing but once raiz’d the Dukes past by,
With knitting needles, and with ladles,
Spitts, fire-forkes, and leggs of cradles,
The women whose friends were yet unpaid,55
The coaches of the Duke assaid,
And then had sheard his flesh assurd
But Hollands16 lookes his peace procured
The Mirmadones17 themselves had donne
As much for Priams valiant sonne.1860
And he look’t soe, and yet tis true,
The wether chang’d his lookes to blew
At Dover least they should deceive him
He made the Castle to receive him.
The Embassadour of France19 and he65
Talked of whats unknowne to me:
Perhaps they have agreed together
To meete in France in fairer wether:
Which so ift proove, then his returne
Can never make the people mourne,70
For hees come back to let you know
Some good of his before he goe.
Source. BL MS Sloane 826, fols. 28v-29r
Other known sources. Bodleian MS Eng. Poet. c.50, fol. 28v
12 The body...remoovd hath beene: the body of James I’s mother, Mary, Queen of Scots, who had been executed in England in 1587, was reinterred in October 1612 in the Henry VII Chapel of Westminster Abbey. <back>
15 At Canterbury: Canterbury, the cathedral city in Kent on the way to Dover. None of the standard secondary accounts of Buckingham’s career record a riot against his coach in Canterbury; however, mobs of sailors had attacked the Duke’s coach at least twice before, in August and October. <back>