King Iohn’s reuenge, poore England’s woes encreast:
In midst of hope t’expell his enemies,
The wretched king at Swynsted poysoned dies:
All which, since many writers in his daies,
Of very malice writ in his dispraise,
That we may heare, let fame with summons call
His princely ghost, to tell his tragicke fall.”
ANOTHER ARGUMENT.
Fame cals king Iohn: his grieued ghost doth wake,
Comes vp from graue, and heere his turne doth take.