The child being brought, for then he was a child, To him I thus did speake with weeping eie: “My sonne,” quoth I, “on whom my hopes I build: Come neere to me, where heere in paine I lie, Come neere and haue my blessing ere I die, Nought else to thee is left for me to leaue, Since of my crowne my foes do me bereaue. 94. Wherefore ye heau’ns who do behold my woes, Now at my death giue eare vnto my prayer, Protect this child of mine from all his foes: And for your mercie’s sake this infant spare, Whose tender age doth want your tender care: Else will that roring lion _Lewis_ kill This litle lambe, though he hath done none ill. 95. And thou, my litle sonne, take heed by me, That thou thy peeres and people’s loue procure, Contend not thou with thy nobilitie: So shall thy state and kingdome long endure, And thou from forren foes liue safe and sure: For my false subiects vndeserued hate Did worke my woe, which I repent too late. 96. Renowned _Pembroke_, thou hast left my foe, Be thou protector to this pretie boy, And for the father’s sake thy fauour show: When I am gone do thou thy strength employ Against all those that seeke this child’s annoy: And ye, my other peeres, who once haue ben My foes, proue now true hearted noble men. 97. Redeeme your countrey from that captiue woe, Which from the roote of ciuill discord grew: Ioyne hearts and hands against the common foe: Forget old wrongs, vnto the prince proue true: Farewell, my daies be done, I die, adew.” Thus after twice nine yeares of rule in state, I lost both life and rule by timelesse fate. 98. Behold the last effects of _Henrie’s_ curse On his last sonne, for his rebellious pride: Let princes learne, that where debate, the nurce Of discord, doth the prince and peeres diuide, Nought but destruction can that state betide: Of which let that sad time of my short reigne, A Mirrour vnto future time remaine. THE WOFVLL LIFE AND _Death of King Edward the second_. THE ARGUMENT.