And thus was _Yorke_ declared protectour, Protectour, sayd I, nay, proditor playne: A rancke rebell the prince’s directour, A vassall[927] to leade his lord and souerayne: What honest hart would not conceiue disdayne To see the foote surmount aboue the head? A monster is in spite of nature bred. 35. Some happily heare will moue a farther doubt, And as for _Yorke’s_ part alledge an elder right: O braynelesse heades, that so run in and out: Whan length of time a state hath firmely pyght, And good accord hath put all strife to flight, Were it not better such titles still to sleepe,[928] Than all a realme about the tryall weepe.[929] 36. From the female came _Yorke_, and all his seede,[930] And wee of _Lancaster_[931] from the heire male, Of whome three kinges in order did succeede, By iust discent: this is no fayned tale: Who would haue thought that any storme or gale Our shyp could shake, hauing such anker hold? None I thinke sure, vnlesse that God so would. 37. After this hurle the king was fayne to flee Northward in post, for succour, and releefe: O, blessed God, how straunge it was to see, A rightfull prince pursued as a theefe: To thee, O _England_, what can bee more repreefe? Then to pursue thy prince with armed hand, What greater shame may bee to any land? 38. Traytours did triumph, true men lay in the dust, Reuing and robbing, roisted euery where, Will stoode for skill, and law obeyed lust, Might trode downe right, of king there was no feare, The title was tryed onely by shielde and speare: All which vnhaps, that they were not forseene, _Suffolke_ was in fault, who ruled king and queene.[932] 39. Some here perhaps doe looke I should accuse My selfe of [some][933] sleight, or subtilty vniust,[934] Wherein I should my prince’s eares abuse Against the duke, to bring him in mistrust, Some part whereof, though needes confesse I must[935] My fault onely consisted in consent, Leaning to my foes, whereof I doe repent.[936] 40. If I at first when brandes began to smoke, The sparkes to quench by any way had sought, Neuer had _England_[937] felt this mortall stroke, Which now to late lamenting helpeth nought: Two poynts of wit too dearely haue I bought, The first that better is timely to foresee, Then after ouer late a counsaylour to bee. 41.