Of our deceased King, the election lights.
Well do we feel how tedious is the task,
How full of trouble and perplexity!
But we do also know thee for a man,
Most good, most perfect, and most merciful!
Vor. I fear, good Barons, you do flatter me.
I thought, ere this, to have resigned the weight,
Which the late King had heaped upon my shoulders:
But mark the sad reverse; for even now,
You double this my load, and bear me down.