“But I, who liude a crowned king of late,
And nowe am forste of thee to begge my bread,
I cannot be content with this estate,
I lothe to liue, I would I wretch were deade,
Despayer she doth feede me with decay,
And pacience is fled and flowne away:
Doe thou therefore, O heardeman, play thy parte,
Take thou this blade, and thrust it to my harte.”
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“O Sir,” I sayd, “the goddes defend that I