[145] And had he macht according to his state,
He might haue kept that glorie till this daie.
But when he tooke a begger to his bed,
[♦] And gracst thy poore sire with his bridall daie,
Then that sun-shine bred a showre for him
150 Which washt his fathers fortunes out of France,
And heapt seditions on his crowne at home.
For what hath mou’d these tumults but thy pride?
[♦] Hadst thou beene meeke, our title yet had slept?
And we in pittie of the gentle king,