And as he sayd, so all things came to passe: For whan king _Henry_ and his sonne were slaine, And euery broyle so throughly quenched was That the king my[1202] brother quietly did raygne, I, reconciled to his loue agayne, In prosperous health did leade a quiet lyfe, For fiue yeares space with honours laden rife. 43. And to augment the fulnesse of my blisse, Two louely children by my wife I had: But froward hap, whose maner euer is In chiefest ioy to make the happy sad, Bemixt my sweete with bitternes too bad: For while I swam in ioyes on euery side, My louing wife, my cheifest iewell dyed. 44. Whose lacke whan sole I had bewaylde a yeare, The duke of _Burgoine’s_ wife, dame _Margarete_, My louing sister willing me to chere, To mary[1203] agayne did kindely me intreate: And wisht me matched with a mayden nete, A step daughter of her’s, duke _Charles’_ hayre,[1204] A noble damsell, yong, discrete and fayre. 45. To whose desire because I did enclyne, The king my brother douting my degree Through prophesies, against vs did repyne, And at no hand would to our wills agree: For which such rancoure pearst both him and mee, That face to face we fell at flat defiaunce, But were appeased by frends of our aliaunce. 46. Howbeit my mariage vtterly was dasht: Wherin because my seruant sayd his minde, A meane was sought wherby he mought[1205] be lasht: And, for they could no crime agaynst him fynd, They forgde a fault the people’s eyes to blinde, And told he should by sorceries pretend To bring the king vnto a spedy ende. 47. Of all which poynts he was as innocent As is the babe that lacketh kindely breth: And yet condemned by the king’s assent, Most cruelly put to a shamefull death: This fierd my hart, as foulder doth the heath: So that I could not but exclame and cry, Agaynst so great and open iniury. 48. For this I was commaunded to the tower, The king my brother was so cruel harted, And when my brother _Richard_ saw the hower Was come, for which his hart so sore had smarted, He thought it best take time before it parted: For he endeuoured to attayne the crowne, From which my life must nedes haue held him downe. 49. For though the king within a while had died, As nedes he must, he surfayted so oft, I must haue had his children in my guyde, So _Richard_ should besyde the crowne haue coft: This made him ply the while the wax was soft, To finde a meane to bring me to an ende, For realm-rape spareth neyther kin nor frend. 50.