“Th’afflictions, which this wronged king did beare, He dead,” said Memorie, “reuenged were: Like Vulcan’s bride, at Nottingham, his queene In th’armes of Mars-like _Mortimer_ was seene: He for such deeds, as all true honor staines, By ignominious death did pay iust paines: By righteous doome till death she liu’d in thrall, Within the circuit of a castle’s wall: Her first-borne sonne, the second _Edward’s_ heire, (She being to French king _Philip_ call’d the faire, Left liuing of his line) by her made claime Vnto his right in France, and gain’d the same: He dead, the second _Richard_, second sonne To his first-borne, his fatall raigne begonne: _Richard_ depos’d, _Henrie_ ascends the throne, Heire to duke _Iohn_, king _Edward’s_ fourth borne sonne, He disposest lord _Roger Mortimer_, In _Richard_ daies proclaim’d apparant heire, Who had duke _Lionel’s_ daughter for his mother, _Edward’s_ third sonne, to _Iohn_ the elder brother: Yet did this _Henrie_ after much vnrest Die in the throne of England’s crowne possest: And to his _Henrie_ did bequeath the same, The fifth and most illustrate of that name: Who in those few yeares of his happie raigne Did the French crowne to England’s right regaine: Di’d in his manly prime, left his yong sonne _Henrie_ the sixth to sit vpon the throne: Gainst whom _Plantagenet_, Yorke’s noble duke Stood for his right, who his iust title tooke From _Lionel_, fourth by descent from him: Yet in his quarrell lost both life and lim: His sonnes reueng’d his death, put _Henrie_ downe, _Edward_ his eldest did obtaine the crowne: In peace retain’d it, left it to his heires, Who are the next, that in their turne appeares: For they except, heere none exempted be, Since the sad second _Edward’s_ tragedie: Two noble youths are left in yongest yeares Vnto the guidance of the iarring peeres, _Edward_ the eldest comes from Ludlowe’s towne To London, with intent to take the crowne, His vncle _Riuers_, _Vaughan_ and lord _Grey_ By _Gloster’s_ plots, who sought their liues decay, From him remoued are, yong Yorke his brother Doth flie to sanctuarie with his mother: Whom _Richard_ his false vncle thence doth bring Into the tower vnto the vncrown’d king: Vsurps the crowne, puts both the youths to death, Who twixt the sheets betrai’d, expire their breath: The truth of which that we may heere partake, Their princely ghosts let fame from sleepe awake.” ANOTHER ARGUMENT. At fame’s first call the princes both ascend, And both by turne do tell their tragicke end. [Illustration] _Richard._