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AND ANDBEW BROWNE. 107 |
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My mother banished, 0 extreame
Unhappy fate, and bitter bayne! to
And now like treason wrought for me— What more unhappie realme can be ! " Alas for woe, &c.
The king did call his nurse to his grace,
And gave her twenty poundes a yeere; ?5 And trustie Browne too in like case,
He knighted him with gallant geere, And gave him lands and livings great, For dooing such a manly feat,
As he did showe, to the bishop's woe, so Which made, &c.
When all this treason done and past
Tooke not effect of traytery, Another treason at the last,
They sought against his majestie; 85
How they might make their kinge away By a privie banket on a daye. Alas for woe, &c.
'Another time' to sell the king
Beyonde the seas they had decreede: 90
Three noble Earles heard of this thing,
And did prevent the same with speede. For a letter came, with such a charme, That they should doo their king no harme :
For further woe, if they did soe, as
Would make a sorrowful heigh hoe. |
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