Where inwardly he mynded nought saue murder.
49.
Thus in appearaunce who but I was blest?
The chiefest honors heaped on my head,
Belou’d of all, enioying quiet rest:
The forward prince by mee alone was led,
A noble impe, to all good vertues bred:
The king, my liege, without my counsaile knowne,
Agreed nought: though wisest were his owne.
50.