All olde displeasures forgieuen and forgotten,
Euen than at a sodayn the shafte was shotten,
Which pearced my harte voyde of mistrust:
Alas, that a prince should bee so vniust.
25.
For lying at Plashey my selfe to repose,
By reason of sickenesse which helde mee full sore:[305]
The king espying mee apart from those,
With whom I confedered in hand before,[306]
Thought it not meete to tract the time more,