Fiue hundred saile well mann’d against the foes, I launcht into the seas with them to fight: And for the generall of the fight I chose My bastard brother, _William Longspath_ hight, Of those our troublous times the brauest knight, Who at this time his valiancie did show, In this sea-fight against th’inuading foe. 62. Gainst whom they fought with such successefull hands, That on our side the conquest did remaine: _Philip_ disgrac’d with his dismembred bands, Vnto his home returned backe againe, There to recure the losse he did sustaine: While I in vaine do seeke to heale my state, All rent and torne by mutinous debate. 63. Out of the ruines of my countrie’s woe, What I to raise did carefull hands applie, My rebell barons downe againe did throw: To take aduantage, while my miserie Is yet but fresh, they me in field defie, For that to their demands I gaue no eare, Which to mine honor preiudiciall were. 64. By friends forlorne, they forced me by might To yeeld to them, to my disgrace and shame: The thought of which, and of that great despight Done by Rome’s _Innocent_, did so inflame My heart with furie, that I did exclame Vpon my fates that did my daies prolong, In which I was ordain’d t’indure such wrong. 65. Of mine owne seruants left all desolate, But seuen in number did with me remaine, Pursu’d by most disloyall people’s hate: Oft with meane food my life I did sustaine, Lest they by poyson should procure my bane: And for my safetie with those few approued, In strange disguise I to and fro remoued. 66. In this distresse into the Ile of Wight My selfe in secret wise I did conuey, Where while I did remaine, in my despight Each slaue, whose heart my name could once affray, With barbarous taunts vpon the same did play: Some call’d me fisherman, some rouing thiefe, That fled the land, at seas to find reliefe. 67. Such wrongs with patience I did seeme to beare, Dissembling wrath in my reuengefull mind, To such reports I seem’d to giue no eare: But still did lie, as vnto peace inclin’d, Till I fit opportunitie did find: For in the end when I return’d againe, For such contempt they paid me double paine. 68. Receiuing aid from friends beyond the seas, Like to a tempest stooping downe from heau’n, With spoilefull hands my kingdome I did sease, All in my furie were to slaughter giuen, My barons into flight with terror driuen: Fled from my face, and sought their heads to hide For their misdeeds, in field none durst abide. 69.