Farewell my queene, sweete lady _Margaret_: Farewell my prince, with whom I vsde to play: I wot not where wee shall together meete: Farewell my lords and commons eke for aye: Adieu, ye shall no ransom for mee pay: Yet I beseeche you of your charity, To the high Lorde mercifull that yee pray:[1919] _Miserere mei Deus & salua mee_.”] [“King _Iames_,” quoth one, “wil bee misliked for his _Miserere_.” “No,” quod another, “hee cryes _Peccaui_.” “It is to late,” quoth he, “there is no man that will like or beleeue him.” “Than,” quod M. H. “he is still one and the same man: for in life he was neither well liked, beleeued, nor trusted.” “Why than,” quoth one, “if hee speake as hee was, let him passe as hee is, and if not, let him bee mended.” “Mended,” quoth hee, “nay, hee is paste mending, hee is to olde: for it seemes by the copy, that it was pende aboue fifty yeares agone, or euen shortly after the death of the sayd king: for I found therewith, in an olde hand, the copyes of the sayd king _Iames_’ letters sent unto king _Henry_ at _Turwin_, and the king’s aunsweres and letters sent to him againe, with this lamentation ensuing them: and lastly the sayd batayle of _Floddon fielde_, in such verse described, with the order of the same, and the names of the noble men, knights, and gentlemen, which serued at the same fielde.” “That would I faine heare,” quoth one, “it were pity that such particulers should bee lost.” “They would,” quoth another, “pleasure not only such as write our historyes, but also encourage our countreymen well, to the like loyall seruice of their prince, and especially those who should finde therein of their parents or auncestours to haue bene praysed for valure.” “I pray you,” quoth hee, “let us haue them.” “There they are,” quoth I, “but I haue altered the verse, which wee call _Intercalaris_, because the rest else would not haue beene well liked; but of the history I haue not chaunged one word.”] [The Bataile of Brampton, or Floddon fielde, faught in the yeare of our Redeemer 1513, and in the fiuth yeare of the raygne of that victorious prince, King _Henry_ the eyght. 1. _O Rex regum_ in thy realme celestiall, Glorified with ioyes of _Gabriell’s_ company, King _Iames_ is dead, haue mercy on vs all:[1920] For thou haste him prostrate so sodaynly, (Which was our noble prince his enemy) That vs to withstand hee had no might: So thy helpe O Lord, preserude king _Henrye’s_ right. 2.