Whereof my lords and commons were full glad,
So was mine vncle chiefly, as hee sayde,
Who in his mouth no other matter had,
Saue punish such as had my brother trayed:
The fault whereof apparauntly hee layed
To good duke Murdo, his elder brother’s sonne,
Whose father dyed long ere this was done.
13.
My cursed vncle, slyer than the snake,
Which would by craft vnto the crowne aspire,