In my long absence to aspire the throne:
My England’s rockie bounds ring with alarmes
Of factious traytors, Iohn is vp in armes.
65.
Warn’d by report, my course I did direct
For England’s bounds: but heere thy muse must know
My father’s curse began to take effect:
Heau’n seem’d to frowne, the sea became my foe,
And earth conspir’d to worke my greater woe:
By sea’s darke waues and froward winds from heau’n,