13.
So might, not right, did thrust me to the throne,
I syxteene yeeres did weare the royal crowne,
In al which time with griefe I aye did grone,
As on[1191] who felt the fal from high renowne:
My noble men deuisde to thrust me downe
In al this time, and many did protest,
I layde the king in his vntimely chest.
14.
At last, my foes my friendes were made, and I