The crowne, the kingdome, and the foughten feelde.
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Note now the lot which on my limmes did lyght,
Nine monthes no more, I wore the Englishe crowne,
In euery month I in the feelde did fight,
In euery fyght, I wonne a freshe renowne,
Yet at the last my strength was beaten downe:
And here before you, now I do protest,
I neuer had one day of quiet rest.
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