Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
Infected with this curse, and hauing lost
My wonted loue, they did with Rome consent:
For as to Wales I marched with my host,
The Scottish king their malice to preuent,
Did send me letters of their whole intent,
How they were bent, if I did forward goe,
To kill me, or betray me to my foe.
48.
Perplext in mind, thenceforth I stood in feare
Of ruine threatned to my life and state:
France did oppresse me, and the Welch did beare
Rebellious armes: but such was my hard fate,
None could oppose them through my barons hate:
Yet I, on whom mine owne no mercie haue,
In their distresse to strangers comfort gaue.
49.
To me with care opprest, the Scotish king
Letters did send full fraught with lines of woe,
Which vnto me his sonne the prince did bring,
By which he moued me, though once my foe,
On his oppressed age remorse to show:
For his base subiects gainst him did arise,
And for his age his person did despise.
50.
A mightie host with speed I did prepare,
With which enrag’d, I into Scotland went,
Where, in that warre my sword but few did spare,
That gainst their aged king their powers had bent,
To take from his crowne and gouernment:
_Guthred mac William_ cause of all this strife,
Did with a traytor’s death shut vp his life.
51.
But let vs turne vs backe from Scotland’s bounds,
At home to view th’effects of Roman hate:
There see how _Innocent_ inflicts fresh wounds
Vpon the mangled bodie of our state,
Who since that no old mischiefe could abate
The spirit inuincible of my great mind,
To make me stoope, new mischiefes now did find.
52.
By power of his vsurpt authoritie,
He did absolue all subiects in my land,
That by alleageance were oblig’d to me:
Then would he put into king _Philip’s_ hand,
The crowne and royall scepter of this land:
If he from hence could me expell by might,
Or take my life away by treacherous slight.
53.
Thou that dost ride vpon the backes of kings,
Yet feines to walke the steps of our deare Lord,
Thou that dost make a cloake of holy things
To hide thy shame, and leau’st the sacred word,
T’oppose the Lord’s anointed with the sword:
Is this the path that th’Holy One did passe?
When he to _Cæsar_ gaue, what _Cæsar’s_ was.
54.
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