Wherefore by doome of court in[220] parliament, When we had prou’de our cosin ordered thus,[221] The king, the lordes, and commons, of assent His lawles death vnlawfull did discusse: And both to bloud and good restored vs: A president most worthy, shewed, and lefte Lordes liues to saue, that laweles might bee refte.[222] 12. While fortune thus did forder mee a mayne,[223] King _Richarde’s_ grace, the second of that[224] name, (Whose dissolute[225] life did soone abridge his raine)[226] Made mee his mate in earnest and in game: The lordes themselues so well allowed the same, That through my titles duely comming downe, I was made heyre apparant to the crowne. 13. Who then but I was euery where esteemed? Well was the man that might with mee acquaynt,[227] Whom I allowed, as lordes the people deemed: To whatsoeuer folly had me bent, To like it well the people did assent:[228] To mee as prince attended great and small, I hoapt[229] a day would come to pay for all. 14. But seldome ioy continueth trouble voyde, In greatest charge cares greatest doe ensue, The most possest are euer most anoyde, In largest seas sore tempestes lightly brue, The freshest coulours soonest fade the hue,[230] In thickest place is made the deepest wounde, True proofe whereof my selfe too soone haue founde. 15. For whilst fayre fortune luld[231] mee in her lap, And gaue mee giftes more then I did require, The subtile queane[232] behinde mee set a trap, Whereby to dash[233] and lay all in the myre: The _Irish_ men[234] agaynst mee did conspyre, My landes of _Vlster_ fro mee to haue refte, Which heritage my mother had mee lefte.[235] 16. And whiles I there, to set all thinges in stay, (Omit my toyles and troubles thitherwarde) Among mine owne with my retinue lay, The wylder men, whom litle I did regarde,[236] (And had therefore the reckles man’s rewarde)[237] When least I thought set on mee in such numbre, That fro my corps my life they rent asunder.[238] 17. Naught might auayle my courage nor my force, Nor strenght of men[239] which were (alas) to fewe: The cruell folke assaulted so my horse: That all my helpes in peeces they to hewe: Our bloud distayned the grounde as drops of dewe, Naught might preuayle to flye nor[240] yet to yeelde, For whome they take they murder in the fielde. 18.