Newes from Argeir,
[o]f the proceedings of our Royall Fleete since their depar-
ture from England, and what happened betweene them, and the
Turkish Callies upon Christmas day last.
To the tune of, King Henries going to Bolloigne.
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GEntlemen, if you will heare
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Noble tidings from Argeir,
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[of] our worthy and our famous English Fleete,
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[Le]nd your eares a while to me,
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[An]d you shall heare how gallantly,
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our royall Navy with the Turkes did meete,
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[Fi]rst, you must understand,
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[?]ovided from faire England,
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our well approved Men of Warre did goe,
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[?] [?]avely manag'd to the Sea,
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[?] their lusty bold array,
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the valiant hearts of Englishmen to shew.
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[Al]ong the coasts of Germany,
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[?] Portugall and Barbary,
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[?]r through the Straites, into the Turkish land,
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[?]r English Navy sayled on,
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[?]t found no prize to worke upon,
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nor any Ships that durst against them stand.
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[Un]till that in November,
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[As] wee may well remember,
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we did arrive and lie before Argeir;
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[?] [w]hilst we there at Anchor lay,
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[C]arefull visions on the Sea,
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did from a black and bloody Moone appeare.
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[?]e Moone so wanne and dusky,
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[W]hich is the armes of Turky,
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[t]here suffered such a black eclipsed vale,
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[W]ith which the face of all the Sky,
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[W]as darkned over sodainly,
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with pitchy clouds all bloody, black, and pale.
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This, in the Towne of Argeir,
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Rumor'd out a sudden feare
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amongst the Turkes to see so strange a sight:
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As though this black Ecclipse did show,
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To that Towne some following woe,
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so fearfull shew'd the darkned Moone that night.
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But when the Sunnes adorning
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Gave light unto the Morning,
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a Pinnesse came unto our English Fleete,
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To know the cause and reason why
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They did so neere at Anchor lye,
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whom they with courtesie did kindly greete.
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And said, they lay for shelter
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There, under winde and weather,
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and therupon their Flags of truce hung forth:
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Which caus'd some Bashawes come aboord,
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And to Lord Generall afford
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such needful things as was to the much worth
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And to prevent all dangers,
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Thy proved friendly strangers,
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and brought aboord some forty fatted sheepe,
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Lyons, Leopards, and such things,
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As are presents fit for Kings,
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themselves in peace and safety to keepe.
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Young Apes, with Cat-a-mountaines,
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Fresh water from their Fountaines,
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with Ruske in barrels, & such Turkish foode,
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As Hogsheads fild with wine and Beere
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With such like things thy brought in there,
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to save their Towne, and doe our Navy good.
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The second Part. To the same tune.
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WHere upon Lord Generall
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With his English Captaines all,
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[Re]quited them with thankes & great goodwill:
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[?]t would he not depart away,
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[?]t neere unto them floting lay,
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which made the Towne to fear some following ill.
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[W]hich to prevent, it seemed,
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[Th]ey franke and free redeemed
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[Su]ch Gally-slaves as were of Christians there.
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[Es]pecially the meaner sort,
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[?]t for them of greater port,
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they kept them close in Caves we knew not where.
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[?]hus we there remained,
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[?]d from this bandage gained
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our poore distressed friends of Christendome;
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[?]r life and liberty so sweete,
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[?]vers swam unto our Fleete,
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[&] from the Towne in dangers deed did come.
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[?]d being thus provided,
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[?]God had us well guided,
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we sailed from Argeir with lofty wind;
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[Fr]om thence we tooke our ready way,
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[T]owards the coasts of Alcootha,
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where we a sudden battell soone did finde.
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[No]t farre from us we spyed,
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[?]d perfectly descryed
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a Fleete of Turkish Ships upon the Sea,
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[Pr]epared for a lusty fight,
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[?]mag'd all with men of might,
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the which befell upon last Christmas day.
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[W]hereat our noble Generall,
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[?] his Men of Warre did call
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with lusty spirit and with manly grace:
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Every Captaine valiantly,
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Vow'd with him to live and dye,
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resolving all true honour to embrace[.]
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To the battel first of all
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Went our noble Admirall,
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and gave an onset to this famous figh[t]
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Every Ship in order then,
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Plaid the parts of Englishmen,
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whom death nor danger never can aff[right.]
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The bloudy Moone of Turky,
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Did flourish out most proudly,
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in hope to win the glory of the day:
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But the Lyon of our Land,
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With the Unicorne did stand,
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the victory to win and make them flye[.]
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All the day from Morning,
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Untill the Sunnes down-setting,
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our Cannons sung the roaring songs o[f war]
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All the Sea was on a flame,
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Burning bullets in the same,
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e'ne like a tempest rattled in the ayre.
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At last the day grew darkned,
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And dusky night approched,
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whereat thk fearfull Turkes did make
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And left unto our Englishmen,
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The golden prize of honour then,
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which was the worthy conquest of the d[?]
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And thus with noble victory,
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Sailed we on gallantly,
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by Alegant, to the Ile of Malegoe,
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Whereas our purpose is to stay,
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And furnish forth in good array,
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our Ships againe like service for to sho[w.]
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For now we understand
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Marchant men of England,
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preparing are to victuall us againe,
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Our tackling and our furniture,
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To make us able to indure
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the daily dangers of the Ocean maine.
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In which our good proceeding,
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God send us happy speeding,
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that we may come with famous honour h[ome]
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So shall we peace and plenty bring
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Unto our Country and our King,
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with joy and comfort to all Christendom[.]
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