To take his[483] Realme: to raigne and treason knewe,
I thinke of all misfortunes was the worst:
Or else I deeme the causers al accurst.
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For marke my haplesse fall that fortune did me send,[484]
As thus in prison[485] vile on liue[486] I lingring lay,
When I had mourned long, but found no faythfull fren
That could me helpe, or ayde, or comfort any way,
Was seru’d at meate as those that[487] Kinges betray
With fare God wote was simple, bare, and thin,