_Miserere mei Deus_:” oft hee did reporte, With sorowfull sighes as euer man herde: For sorowe and pity, I gan[1885] nere to resorte: His sore exclamations made mee afferde:[1886] Mine eyes opened, I sawe his grim bearde:[1887] I knewe not verely, who it should bee: Hee cryde, as hee had beene stickt with a swerde: “_Miserere mei Deus & salua mee._ 3. Of _Scotland_ (hee sayde) late I was king, With crowne on my[1888] head, and scepter in hand: In wealth and honour, I wanted[1889] nothing: In peaceable maner I ruled my land: Full frendly and faythfull my subiects I fand:[1890] Now am I exiled from life,[1891] land, and liberty: King without realme, loe, now where I stand: _Miserere mei Deus & salua mee._ 4. Thus for my folly, I feele I doe smart, Both law and nature doth me accuse Of great vnkindnes: that I should take part Against my brother, and his liege refuse: I purposed war, yet I fayned truce: Thus did I, Frenche king, for the loue of thee, Inordinate affection so did mee abuse: _Miserere mei Deus & salua mee._ 5. All this, king _Lewis_, I suffred for thy sake, Wo be to the time that euer I thee knewe: For thee am I put in a[1892] sorowfull brake, Thy wilfull appetite, doth me sore rewe: This worlde is not stable, it chaungeth a newe:[1893] Now am I bond, some time I was free: Exiled from liberty, I am kept in a mewe: _Miserere mei Deus & salua mee._ 6. Moreouer for thee, and thy realme of Fraunce, (Contrary to mine[1894] othe solemnly made) Unto king _Henry_ I made defiaunce, To follow thine appetite was all the grace I hade:[1895] In most cruell wise, I did his realme inuade: I troubled his subiects, by land and by sea: My rewarde is no more, but the showle and spade:[1896] _Miserere mei Deus & salua mee._ 7. For my wilfull periury, thus am I brought From high degree, to the lowest of all: Whom should I blame? I found that I sought, By mine owne foly,[1897] I had a great fall: Wherefore I feare mee, that now I shall Haue payne long lasting, for mine iniquity:[1898] Lord full of mercy yet to thee I call, _Miserere mei Deus & salua mee._ 8. Vanquished in fielde I was to the rebuke Of mee and all my realme: to our immortall shame:[1899] There faught agaynst mee neyther king, nor duke, Prince, ne marquise, ne many lords of name: One valiaunt earle, our power ouercame: Yet were wee in nomber, to his one, three: Lord whom thou fauourest, winneth[1900] the game: _Miserere mei Deus & salua mee._ 9.