For after, when disloyall _Buckingham_ Vnto the commons that set speech did make, Which with inuectiue scandall he did frame Against the late dead king: when much he spake To moue them, me for lawfull prince to take: Strooke dumbe with shame, of so abhorr’d a thing, Not one amongst them crie, “God saue the king.” 35. After I had obtain’d by tyrannie, The fancied blisse of empire and renowne: I thought so long as _Edward’s_ progenie Did breath on earth, fortune did seeme to frowne, Threatning to cast my new got glorie downe: Wherefore, betwixt the sheets with cruell paine, Vnhappie I did cause them to be slaine. 36. Thinking thenceforth to enioy all worldly blisse, And with my crowne’s delight my soule to feast: What I expect, I do not only misse, But am depriued eu’n of that small rest, Of which before that time I was possest: Conscience my former deeds in question brings, And frights my guiltie soule with fearefull things. 37. Each night, when quiet sleepe should close mine eies, Long waking on my pallat I do lie, And if by chance sleepe doth my sense surprise, Then doth illusion set before mine eie My murthered nephewes, who aloud do crie, Calling for vengeance for that bloodie sinne, In strangling them the diadem to winne. 38. Then starting vp from forth my naked bed, With sword in hand I frantike-like would flie About my chamber, and orecome with dread, Vnto my guard I oftentimes would crie, That treason in my chamber hid did lie: Thus the remembrance of my wicked deed, In me euen sleeping, did strange horror breed. 39. In day time wheresoeuer I did go, My watchfull eyes I whirled round about, Fearing the onset of some sudden foe, And to be out of dreadfull danger’s doubt, My bodie priuily was fenc’d about: Vpon my dagger still I kept my hand, Readie to stab those that by me did stand. 40. After the murther of my nephewes twaine, Not long it was ere _Buckingham_ and I Began to iarre, for which my lawlesse raigne Not long did last, his last conspiracie Did end his owne life and my royaltie: Who gag’d his honor t’helpe me to the crowne, With his owne death did help to bring me downe. 41. Of Hereford the dukedome he did claime, Which was the chiefest cause of our debate: For his pretended title to the same Did touch the kingly title of our state, For which his sute I spurn’d in spitefull hate, And rated him with speeches minatorie, Which was the fall of my vsurped glorie. 42.