But ay my foes such faultes did on mee try,
That to preserue mee from a worser ill,
The king was faine full sore against his will,
For fiue yeares space to send mee in exile,
In hope to haue restorde mee in a while.
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But marke how vengeaunce wayteth vpon vice,
To shun this storme, in sayling towardes Fraunce,
A pyrat’s barke, that was of litle price,[766]
Encountred mee vpon the seas by chaunce,