To saue themselues they ment me to annoy,
Myne eldest sonne a proper prety boy,
They made their kyng, and me for my desert,
They did depriue: with paine which pincht my heart.
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Then Vortiger my sonne and kyng pursude
The Saxons sore, and dyd amaze them much,
For which my wyfe, his mother[1196] lawe, indude
With diuelish spite, agaynst the youth did grutche,
She him destroyde, her good successe was such: