Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
For now alone hee ruleth as him lust,
Ne recketh[187] for reade, saue of king _Edwarde’s_ mother:[188]
Which forced enuy foulder[189] out the rust,
That in men’s hartes before[190] did lye and smother:
The peeres, the people, as well the one as other,[191]
Against him made so haynous a complaynt,
That for a traytour hee was taken and attaynt.[192]
5.
Then all such faultes as were forgot afore,[193]
They skowre afresh, and somwhat to them adde:
For cruell enuy[194] hath eloquence in store,
When fortune bids to worse things meanly badde:[195]
Fiue haynous crimes agaynst him soone were had,
First, that hee causde the king to yeelde the _Scot_,
To make a peace, townes that were from him got:[196]
6.
And therewithall the charter called _Ragman_,
That of the _Scots_ hee had[197] bribed priuy gayne,[198]
That through[199] his meanes sir _Edwarde_ of _Carnaruan_,
In _Barkeley_ castle most[200] trayterously was slaine:
That with his prince’s mother hee had layne,
And finally with polling[201] at his pleasure,
Had robde[202] the king and commons of theyr treasure.
7.
For these things lo, which erst were out of minde,
Hee was condempned,[203] and hanged at the last,[204]
In whome dame fortune fully shewed her kinde,
For whom shee heaues shee hurleth downe as fast:
If men to come would learne by other past,
This cosin of mine might[205] cause them set aside
High climing, bribing, murdering, lust, and pride.[206]
8.
The finall cause why I this processe tell,
Is that I may bee knowen from this other,
My like in name, vnlike mee, though hee fell,
Which was I thinke[207] my grandsire, or his brother:
To count my kin, dame _Phillip_ was my mother,
Deare[208] daughter and heyre of douty _Lionell_,
The second son of a king who did[209] excell.[210]
9.
My father hight sir _Edmund Mortimer_,
True[211] earle of _March_, whence I was after earl
By iust[212] discent, these two my parentes were,
Of which the one of knighthood bare the ferll,
Of womanhood the[213] other was the pearle:
Through theyr desert so calde of euery wight,
Till death them tooke, and left mee in[214] theyr right.[215]
10.
For why th’attaynter of my[216] elder _Roger_,
(Whose shamefull death I tolde you but of late)
Was founde to bee vniuste, and passed ouer,[217]
Agaynst the lawe, by those that bare him hate:
For where by lawe the lowest of[218] free estate
Should personally bee hearde ere iudgement passe,
They barde him this, where through distroyde he was.[219]
11.
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