That I maintain my realm amiss
To let a boy inherit my bliss
That never was of my blood.
But to-morrow he will—
Raise the country on every side,
All that may ever go or ride;
So shall this boy lose his pride
For all his greatest boast.
Now he can do no more, and he sinks back, exhausted, into a chair:—
This boast doth me so great annoy