Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
For vertuous life a gentleman doth make[508]
Of her possessour all bee hee poore as _Iob_,
Yea though no name of elders hee can take,[509]
For proofe take _Merlin_ fathered by an hob:[510]
But who so sets his minde to spoyle and rob,
Although hee come by due discent from _Brute_,
Hee is a chorle, vngentle, vile, and brute.
9.
Well, thus did I for want of better wit,
Because my parents naughtely brought mee vp:
For gentlemen (they sayd) was nought so fyt,
As to attast by bold attempts the cup
Of conquest’s wine, whereof I thought to sup:
And therefore bent my selfe to rob and ryue,
And whome I could of landes and goodes depriue.
10.
For[511] _Henry_ the fourth did then vsurpe the crowne,
Despoyled the king, with _Mortimer_ the heyre:
For which his subiects sought to put him downe,
And I, while fortune offered mee so fayre,
Did what I might his honour to appayre:
And tooke on mee to bee the prince of _Walles_,
Entiste thereto by prophesies and tales.[512]
11.
For which, such idle[513] as wayt vpon the spoyle,
From euery part of _Walles_ vnto mee drewe:
For loytering youth vntaught in any toyle,
Are ready aye, all mischiefe to ensue:
Through helpe of these so great my glory grewe,
That I defied my king through lofty hart,
And made sharpe warre on all that tooke his part.
12.
See lucke, I tooke lord _Raynold Gray of Rythen_,
And him enforst my daughter to espouse,
And so vnraunsomed I[514] held him still; and sythen
In _Wigmore_ land through battayle rigorous,
I caught the right heyre of the crowned house,
The earle of _March_, sir _Edmund Mortimer_,
And in a dungeon kept him prisoner.
13.
Than all the marches longing vnto _Wales_,
By _Syuerne_ west, I did inuade and burne:
Destroyed the townes in mountaynes, and in vales,
And rich in spoyles had[515] homeward[516] safe returne:
Was none so bolde durst once agaynst mee spurne:
Thus prosperously doth fortune forward call,
Those whome shee mindes to geue the sorest fall.
14.
Whan fame had brought these tidings to the king,
(Although the _Scots_ than vexed him right sore)
A mighty army against[517] mee hee did bring:
Whereof the _French_ king being warned afore,
Who mortall hate against king _Henry_ bore,
To greeue our foe hee quickely to mee sent
Twelue thousand _Frenchmen_, armed to warre and bent.
15.
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