Not nowe, for nowe although it dooth me shame,
I wyll declare, how I was fryde with flame.
For Ambrose he and Vter Pendragon,
My castle brent, me and my men eche one.
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Then Ambrose with his brother’s crowne was crown’d,
Which I from hym had reafte agaynst al right:
So nowe you see vppon what slipperie grounde
They stand, which doo extol themselues by might,
Their wandring feete doo walke as in the night,