Whose name about the world report did blaze,
A man of wicked wit, in fortune’s sight
So highly grac’d, that he himselfe did raise
To be the greatest peere in those our daies,
The king was only then a king by name,
While he perform’d the office of the same,
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And in the ruffe of his felicitie,
Prickt with ambition, he began disdaine
His bastard lord’s vsurp’d authoritie,