Because the king misliked theyr request, They came themselues and did accorde with mee, Complayning how the kingdome was opprest By _Henrye’s_ rule: wherefore wee did agree To plucke[531] him downe, and part the realme in three: The north part theyrs, _Wales_ wholy[532] to bee mine, The rest, to rest to th’earle of _Marche’s_ line. 23. And for to set vs hereon more agog, A prophet came (a vengeaunce take them all) Affirming _Henry_ to bee _Gogmagog_, Whom _Merline_ doth a mouldwarp euer call, Accurst of God that must bee brought in thrall By a wolfe, a dragon, and a lion strong, Which should deuide his kingdome them among. 24. This crafty dreamer made vs three such beastes, To thinke wee were the foresayde beastes in deede: And for that cause our badges and our creastes Wee searched out, which scarsly well agreede: Howbeit the heroldes, ready[533] at such a neede, Drewe downe such issues from olde auncesters, As proued these ensignes to bee surely oures.[534] 25. Yee crafty _Welshmen_, wherefore doe yee mocke, The noble men thus with your fayned rymes? Yee noble men, why fly yee not the flocke Of such as haue seduced so many times? False prophesies are plagues for diuers crimes, Which God doth let the deuilish sort deuise, To trouble such as are not godly wise. 26. And that appearde by vs three beastes indeede, Through false perswasion highly borne in hand, That in our feate wee coulde not chuse but speede, To kill the king and to enioy his land: For which exployt wee bound our selues in band, To stand contented ech man with his parte, So fully folly assurde[535] our foolish hearte. 27. But such, they say, as fishe before the net, Shall seeldome surfet of the pray they take: Of thinges to come the haps bee so vnset, That none but fooles may warraunt of them make: The full assured successe doth oft forsake: For fortune findeth none so fit to flout, As sure be[536] sots which cast no kinde of doubt. 28. How sayst thou, _Henry Hotspur_, doe I lye: For thou right manly gauest the king a fielde, And there wast slayne because thou wouldest not fly: Syr _Thomas Percy_ thine vncle forst[537] to yeelde, Did cast his head (a wonder seene but seelde) From _Shrewsbury_ towne to th’top of _London_ bridge: Loe thus fond hope did both theyr liues abridge. 29.