Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
At time and place apoynted wee appearde,
At all poynts armde to proue our quarells iust,
And when our friends on each part had vs chear’d,
And that the herolds bad vs doe our lust,
With speare in rest[353] wee tooke a course to iust:
But ere our horses had run halfe their way,
A shout was made, the king commaunded stay.
21.
And for t’auoyde the sheeding of our bloud
With shame and death, which one must needes haue had,
The king through counsayle of the lordes thought good
To banishe both, which iudgement strayt was rad:
No maruayle then though both were wroth and sad,
But chiefly I, that was exilde for aye,
My enmy straungde but for a ten yeares day.[354]
22.
The date expirde, whan by this doulfull[355] dome
I should depart to liue in banisht land,
On paine of death to _England_ not to come,
I went my way: the king seasde in his hand
Myne offices, my honours, goods, and land,
To pay the due (as openly hee tolde)
Of mighty summes, which I had from him polde.
23.
See, _Baldwine_, see, the salary of sinne,
Marke with what[356] meede vile vices are rewarded:
Through [pride and] enuy I lose both kith and kinne,
And for my flattering playnt so well regarded,
Exile and slaunder[357] are iustly[358] mee awarded:
My wife and heire lacke lands and lawfull right,
And me their lord made dame _Dianae’s_ knight.
24.
If these mishaps at home bee not enough,
Adioyne to them my sorowes in exile:
I went to _Almayne_ first, a land right roughe,
In which I found such churlish folke and vile,
As made mee loeth my life ech other while:
There lo, I learned what [it] is to bee a gest
Abroade, and what to liue at home in rest.
25.
For they esteeme no one man more than eche,
They vse as well the lackey as the lorde,
And like theyr maners churlishe in[359] theyr speeche,
Theyr lodging harde, theyr bourd to bee abhord:
Theyr pleited garments therewith[360] well accord,
All iagde and frounst, with diuers colours deckt,
They swere, they curse, and drinke, till they be fleckt.
26.
They hate all such as these theyr maners hate,
Which reason would no wiseman should allowe,
With these I dwelt, lamenting mine estate,
Till at the length they had got knowledge, howe
I was exilde, because I did avow
A false complaynt against my trusty friende,
For which they namde me traytour, still vnhende.[361]
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