For why this noble prince, when wee had needed moste To set the states of Fraunce and England in a stay, That feared was of foes in euery forayne coaste, To soone, alas, this duke was taken hence away: In Fraunce hee dyde: helasse, lament his losse wee may, That regent regall, rule of publique right: Loe, howe my hurtes afreshe beweepe this wanted wight.” 44. With that his woundes (mee thought) gan freshly bleede, And hee waxte faynt and fell, and my salte teares Ran downe my rufull cheekes, with trickling speede, (For who coulde chuse that such cause sees and heares.) “O worthy knight,” (qd.[1877] I) “whose loyall faith appeares: Cease wayles, rise vp, instruct my quiuering pen, To tell the rest of fortune’s dublings then.” 45. “I haue,” quoth he, “not fortune’s flatterie to accuse, Nor fate, nor destenie, nor any fancie fainde: I haue no cause t’affirme that these coulde ought misuse This noble prince, whose life and acts such fame and honour gaynde, But our deserts, our sinnes, and our offences staynde This noble ile, and vs, our sinnes, I say, Offending God, hee tooke this prince away. 46. Helasse, how loath can I retourne, and leaue this pearle in _Roane_, My lorde _Ihon_ duke of _Bedford_, there his corps yet lyes, Enclosde with costly tombe, wrought curiously of stone, By north the altar high (delighting many martiall eyes) Within our ladie church, where fame him lifts to skies, By dayly vew his name renoumbde exalted is, And soule, I trust, full sweetly sweames in blisse. 47. Needes must I enterline my talke a while with this: And then I will retourne to tell you how I sped:” When once the French men sawe this noble duke to misse, Which English armyes all gaynste foes with fortunes led, They liude at large, rebeld against their soueraygne head, Forsooke their oathes, alleageaunce all denyde, And English men with all their force defyde. 48. While hee did liue, they durst not so to deale, They durst not dare, with th’English oft to fraye, They found it was not for theire owne or publique weale, To rise againste theire lorde the regent, in araye: Soone after hee was deade, departed hence away, Both French and Normanes close to win did cloaze, And wee deuided were, our rightes abroade to loaze. 49.