“This prince,” quoth Memorie, “did liue too long, At his sterne brother’s hands to beare such wrong, Which yet reuenged was by God’s owne hand, Vpon himselfe, his children, and his land: Two sonnes he had, of daughters also twaine, Of which three drown’d, were swallow’d in the maine, The fourth a daughter was, which _Maud_ by name, Of whom _Plantagenet’s_ two houses came: Duke _Gefferie_ of Aniou, noble knight, Vpon this _Maud_ begate that worthie wight, Duke _Henrie_, second king that bore that name, Though second to no king in deeds of fame, Who yong, yet forc’d th’vsurper _Stephen_ in fight To leaue to him the crowne, his due by right: He in chast bed begot three sonnes and one, Hight _Henrie_, _Richard_, _Gefferie_, and _Iohn_: Mongst whom that _Richard_ when both _Henries_ dide, On England’s throne did sit as supreme guide, Since _William’s_ conquest, only he of kings His host in person gainst the Pagan brings, He sackes Messina, beats the Cypriotes bold, Captiues their barbarous king in gyues of gold, Takes Acon’s towers, is of the French enuide, And left forlorne, yet after quels the pride Of _Saladine_ in field, after whose flight He makes all Syria subiect to his might: Prince _Iohn_ rebels, the valiant king is sold To captiue bands, and bought againe for gold: At his returne he crownes himselfe againe, And is by traytor’s hand vntimely slaine: The truth of which that we exactly heare, Fame sound thy trumpe, and cause his ghost t’appeare.” ANOTHER ARGUMENT. Fame’s siluer trumpe’s farre-flying sound, doth make King _Richard Cœur de Lion’s_ ghost t’awake. [Illustration] 1. The wrath of heau’n doth most pursue those men With secret iudgement of disaster fate, That gainst their parents haue rebellious ben, Nature displeas’d at such vnkindly hate Against it selfe, it selfe doth aggrauate, Causing the starres at such abortiue birth, With bad aspects to frowne vpon the earth. 2. Seldome such cursed insects in our kind Escape the scourge of hatefull destinie, Vnhappie chance in iudgement is assign’d Till death, to follow such impietie, Which to the world my life might testifie, If any in this age with painefull pen, Had made the same a Mirrour vnto men. 3. Why should the glorie of so great a king Be darkned by obliuion’s cloudie frowne? Why should this age, as loathing euery thing Of th’elder world, my trophies all cast downe, And let my deeds in waues of silence drowne? As if twixt best and worst no ods there were, When both alike are laid vpon the bere. 4.