Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
But good king _Henry_, seeing I was a childe,
And heyr by right vnto a realme and crowne,
Did bring mee vp, (not like my brother, wilde)
But vertuously, in feates of high renowne,
In liberall artes, in instrumentall sowne:
By meane whereof when I was after king,
I did my realme to ciuill order bring.[661]
10.
For ere I had beene prysoner eighteene yeere,
In which short space two noble princes dyed,
Whereof the first in prudence had no peere,
The other in warre most valiaunt throughly tryed,
Whose roume his sonne babe _Henry_, eke supplyed:
The peeres of _England_ which did gouerne all,
Did of theyr goodnes helpe mee out of thrall.
11.
They maryed mee to a cosin of theyr king,
The duke of _Somerset’s_ daughter rich and fayre,[662]
Releast my ransome saue a trifling thing:
And after I had done homage to th’heyre,[663]
And sworne my frendship neuer should appayre,
They brought mee kingly furnisht to my land,
Which I receaued at mine vncle’s hand.
12.
Whereof my lords and commons were full glad,
So was mine vncle chiefly, as hee sayde,
Who in his mouth no other matter had,
Saue punish such as had my brother trayed:
The fault whereof apparauntly hee layed
To good duke _Murdo_, his elder brother’s sonne,
Whose father dyed long ere this was done.
13.
My cursed vncle, slyer than the snake,
Which would by craft vnto the crowne aspire,
Because hee sawe this _Murdo_[664] was a stake
That stayed vp the top of his desire,
(For his elder brother was duke _Murdoe’s_ syre)[664]
Hee thought it best to haue him made away,
So was hee sure (I gone) to haue his pray.
14.
And by his craftes the traytour brought to passe,
That I destroyde duke _Murdo_ and his kin,
Poore innocents, my louing friendes, alas:
O kinges, and princes, what plight stand wee in,
A trusted traytour shall you quickly win,
To put to death your kin and friendes most iust:
Take heede therefore, take heede whose reede yee trust.
15.
And at the last to bring mee whole in hate
With God and man, at home and eke abrode,
Hee counsayl’d mee, for suraunce of my state
To help the _Frenchmen_, then nigh ouertrode
By _Englishmen_: and more to lay on lode,
With power and force all _England_ to inuade,
Against the oth and homage that I made.
16.
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