Who did support my peere’s disloyaltie:
But treason stretched out her deadly hand,
Who twixt the French and my reuenge did stand.
85.
In Swinsted abbie witnesse of my wrong,
A monke there was, the worker of my bane,
Who heard me vow that if I liued long,
Through England I would raise the price of graine,
To plague my subiects for their proud disdaine:
Which was the cause, as fates did first decree,