This thing can I witnesse what troubles ensue, What cares doe vs compass enhaunced aloft: I therefore wish rebells to take better vewe Of the falles of intruders, recorded so oft. Who climeth so highe his fall is not soft. If once hee doe stagger or falter aside, Hee cannot recouer the rest for to guide. 11. When I with my felowes (our selues which thought sure)[571] Here ruled the realme, there fell out a flawe: _Donwallo_ did seeke the Crowne to procure, Alleadging a title thereto by the lawe. He when him resisting in armes bright vs sawe,[572] Came strayght with an hoaste prepared to fight, With sworde for to trye out whose title was right. 12. Our numbre was great, our title vniust: Our consciences guilty, our souldiers agast: Our enmy with honour[573] had souldiers of trust: And Fortune was frendly to them as they past. They slewe of our men by manhoode full fast, Or forst them to flye: In the feelde wee were fayne To resist[574] them (poore Prynces) and so wee were slayne. 13. First _Pinnar_, then _Stater_, I _Rudacke_ likewise At last was with number oppressed dispatcht, Let Lordings beware how aloft they doe rise, [For] by Princes and commons theyr climing is watcht. No sooner they haue at the scepter once snatcht, But guilty themselues they deeme worthy to die, And God’s iustice such sentence [t’accomplish] doth hie. LENUOY. 1. You see the end of rebelles here descride, Entruders see whereto they haue to truste: Their seat vnsure and slippery downe doth slide, Their names are eaten out with cankerd ruste. Theyr honours soone lay toumbling in the duste. Wherefore I count them triple thrise and foure times blest, Which prudently to serue their God and Prince are prest. 2. Sith stories all doe tell in euery age How these crowne croachers come to shamefull ends, And how they shortely winne the woefull wage, Which for uvniustice _Ioua_ iustely sends: Let hauty headstrong heede what hee pretends, Sith hee aliue, in death, and after’s only blest, Which prudently to serue his God and Prince is prest. 3. But now behold, from _Delphos_ next in place A noble valiaunt _Britayne_ there I vewde, Of stature tall, well sett, of comely grace, With body broysde, and armoure all embrewde. His wounded breast my woefull hart berewde: Whose life and death may proue contented wights are blest, Which prudently to serue their God and Prince are prest.