By an usurping bastard of his line,
He craved some helpe his crowne to re-obtaine,
That in his former glorie he might shine;
Our king ten thousand sever’d from his host;
My selfe was one, I speake it not in boast.
With these Don Peter put the bastard downe,
Each citie yielded at our first approch;
It was not long ere he had got the crowne;
And taught his wicked brother to encroch;
In these affaires so well I shewed my might,