Had been transferr’d from Iohn to Innocent,
Did shrinke from me, and would not by me stand,
For th’impeacht priuiledge of our free land.
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Yet could all this not stoope my noble hart,
The rebell priests, that did at his command
Pronounce his curse prophane, did feele the smart
Of their offence, and from my furious hand
T’escape my vow’d reuenge, did flie the land,
Leauing their sweet possessions for a pray,