hee was entertained of the king a while, and at last with such poore helpe as hee procured there of duke _Rainer_ and other, hee came into _England_ againe, and encreased such a power in king _Henrie’s_ name, that as the lord _Typtofte_ sayd in his tragedy, king _Edward_ vnable to abide him, was faine to flie ouer the washes in _Lincolnshire_ to get a ship to saile out of his kingdome to his brother in lawe the duke of _Burgoine_. So was king _Henry_ restored againe to his[1116] kingdome. All these despites and troubles the earle wrought against king _Edward_. But _Henry_ was so infortunate that ere halfe a yeare was expired, king _Edward_ came backe againe, and enprisoned him and gaue the earle a fielde, wherein hee slewe both him and his brother. I haue recounted thus much before hand for the better opening of the story, which, if it should haue beene spoken in his tragedy, would rather haue made a volume then a pamphlete. For I entend onely to say in the tragedy, what I haue noted in the earle of _Warwicke’s_ person, wishing that these other noble men, whome I haue by the way touched, should not bee forgotten. And therefore imagine that you see this earle lying with his brother in _Paule’s_ church[1117] in his coate armoure, with such a face and countinaunce as he beareth in portraiture ouer the dore in _Paule’s_, at the going down to _Iesus_ chappell from the south end of the quier stayres, and saying as followeth.”] How Sir _Richard Neuill_ Earle of Warwicke, and his brother _Iohn_, Lord Marquise _Montacute_, through their too much boldnesse were slaine at Barnet, the 14 of Aprill, Anno 1471.[1118] 1. Among the heauy heape of happy knightes, Whome fortune stald vpon her staylesse stage, Oft hoyst on hie, oft pight in wretched plights, Behold mee, _Baldwine_, _a per se_ of my age, Lord _Richard Neuill_, earle by maryage Of _Warwicke_ duchy, of _Sarum_ by discent, Which erst my father through his mariage hent. 2. Wouldst thou beholde false fortune in her kinde? Note well my selfe, so shalt thou see her naked: Full faire before, but too too foule behinde, Most drowsy still whan most shee seemes awaked: My fame and shame her shift full oft hath shaked, By enterchaunge, alow, and vp aloft, The lysard like, that chaungeth hew full oft. 3.