Doth in few words effectually declare
The common people’s will, the peeres consent
That I thenceforth resigne my gouernment.
120.
O heere, what tongue can vnto vtterance bring
The inward griefe, which my poore heart did wound?
So far it past all sense in sorrowing,
Passion so powrefully doth sense confound,
That in a swoune I falling on the ground,
Faine would haue di’d, but Leister standing by