Fortune in midst of this their wicked strife,
With pleasing looke so smil’d on my intent,
That by the sudden losse of Edward’s life,
My kingly brother, she did seeme t’assent
To grant me good successe in the euent:
The king late sick, leaues heere the peeres at oddes,
And flies the place of mortall men’s abodes.
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His corps scarce couered with a clod of clay,
His kingly ghost of heauie newes to tell: