I am _Emeriane_ King that raignde a space, Scarce all one yeare,[676] in _Britayne_ Isle long sence, But for I was in maners voide of grace, Ferce, tyranous, and full of negligence, Bloud thirsty, cruell, vaine, deuoide of sence; The _Britaynes_ mee deposde, from seat and crowne, And reaude mee quite of riches and renowne. 3. I was despisde and banisht from my blisse, Discountnaunste, fayne to hide my selfe for shame: What neede I longer stand to tell thee this? My selfe was for my woefull fall to blame: My raygne was short, in fewe my fall I frame, My life was lothsome, soone like death that found, Let this suffice a warning blaste to sound. LENUOY. 1. The cause why here this Prince is briefe in talke Is, for the stories scarce remembre such, What neede I then with them more farder walke? Sith this perhaps may seeme, is sayd to much, I must but briefly these vnworthy tutch: The next approaching pufte with dropsie wanne, Thus wise, mee thought, his yexeing[677] tale beganne. How King Chirinnus giuen to dronkennesse raygned but one yeare. Hee died about the yeare before Christ, 137.[678] 1. Though I my surfets haue not yet out slept, Nor scarce with quiet browes begin my tale, Let not my drousy talke bee ouer leapt, For though my belching sent of wine or ale, Although my face bee falloe, puft, and pale, And legges with dropsy swell, and panche resound, Yet let mee tell what vice did mee confound. 2. Perhaps thou thinkste so groase a blockhead blunt, A sleepy swinishe head can nothing say: The greatest heads and smalest eke were wont To beare in them the finest wits away: This thing is true thou canst it not denay, And _Bacchus_ eke ensharps the wits of some: _Fœcundi calices quem non fecere disertum?_ 3. Yet sith long since both braynes and all were spent, And this in place amongste my mates I speake, I trust thou wilt bee here withall content, Although in deede my wits of talke are weake: So old a vessayle cannot chuse but leake, A drousy nole[679] that lyes on drinke a sleepe so long, May pardon craue, although his tongue trip twifold wrong.[680] 4. _Chirinnus_ was my name a _Britayne_ King, But rulde short time, Sir _Bacchus_ was my let: _Erinnys_[681] eke my sences so did swing, That reason could no seat amongst them get: Wherefore the truth I pray thee playnly set, I gaue my selfe to surfets swilling wine, And led my life much like a dronken swine. 5.