The Raigne of King.
With one such inferior to my selfe,
Yet in respect thy thirst is all for golde,
They labour rather to be feared then loued,
To satisfie thy lust in either parte
Heere am I come and with me haue I brought,
Exceding store of treasure, perle, and coyne,
Leaue therfore now to persecute the weake,
And armed entring conflict with the armd,
Let it be seene mongest other pettie thefts,
How thou canst win this pillage manfully.
Yet in respect thy thirst is all for golde,
They labour rather to be feared then loued,
To satisfie thy lust in either parte
Heere am I come and with me haue I brought,
Exceding store of treasure, perle, and coyne,
Leaue therfore now to persecute the weake,
And armed entring conflict with the armd,
Let it be seene mongest other pettie thefts,
How thou canst win this pillage manfully.
K: Ed: If gall or wormwood haue a pleasant tast,
Then is thy sallutation hony sweete,
But as the one hath no such propertie,
So is the other most satiricall:
Yet wot how I regarde thy worthles tants,
If thou haue vttred them to foile my fame,
Or dym the reputation of my birth,
Know that thy woluish barking cannot hurt,
If slylie to insinuate with the worlde,
And with a strumpets artifitiall line,
To painte thy vitious and deformed cause,
Bee well assured the counterfeit will fade,
And in the end thy fowle defects be seene,
But if thou didst it to prouoke me on,
As who should saie I were but timerous,
Or coldly negligent did need a spurre,
Bethinke thy selfe howe slacke I was at sea,
Now since my landing I haue wonn no townes,
Entered no further but vpon the coast,
And there haue euer since securelie slept,
But if I haue bin other wise imployd,
Imagin Valoys whether I intende
Toskirmish, not for pillage but for the Crowne,
Which thou dost weare and that I vowe to haue,
Or one of vs shall fall in to this graue,
Then is thy sallutation hony sweete,
But as the one hath no such propertie,
So is the other most satiricall:
Yet wot how I regarde thy worthles tants,
If thou haue vttred them to foile my fame,
Or dym the reputation of my birth,
Know that thy woluish barking cannot hurt,
If slylie to insinuate with the worlde,
And with a strumpets artifitiall line,
To painte thy vitious and deformed cause,
Bee well assured the counterfeit will fade,
And in the end thy fowle defects be seene,
But if thou didst it to prouoke me on,
As who should saie I were but timerous,
Or coldly negligent did need a spurre,
Bethinke thy selfe howe slacke I was at sea,
Now since my landing I haue wonn no townes,
Entered no further but vpon the coast,
And there haue euer since securelie slept,
But if I haue bin other wise imployd,
Imagin Valoys whether I intende
Toskirmish, not for pillage but for the Crowne,
Which thou dost weare and that I vowe to haue,
Or one of vs shall fall in to this graue,
Pr Ed: Looke
