Into a stranger’s hand: thy sad king driuen
To flie from thee forlorne and leaue his state,
Sold to misfortune by his subiects hate.
35.
Let time’s blacke hand blot out the memorie
Of that vile age, and let it not be said
That Iohn did euer guide this emperie,
That future time with shame may not vpbraid
This nation’s name, by whom I was betraid,
And say that subiects yet did neuer bring