The king vnto the legate yeelds his crowne:
The lords rebell, the king is left forlorne,
Abus’d, reuil’d, and made his people’s scorne:
Seekes th’aid of strangers, and in his fierce ire,
Flies ore the kingdome like a flaming fire;
The barons flie from him, and seeke to bring
The French prince Lewis in, to make him king:
He lands in Kent, London receiues his traine,
From th’haplesse king all fals away againe:
The French men’s pride the English sore opprest,