Th’inuading foes had found hard entrance in.
96.
In vaine, O wretched king, thy hopes haue trust
On broken faithes of subiects daily fleeting:
Thy lot is cast, from throne thou shalt be thrust,
Thy foes shall of thy subiects at their meeting,
In stead of blowes, be welcom’d with kind greeting:
Thou only seek’st to keepe out th’vnkind queene,
While heere at home worse dangers are vnseene.
97.