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How King Stater of Scotland was slayne by Mulmucius Donwallo, about the yeare before Christ, 441.

Stint not in stories truely for to tell
The fall of vsurpers, the presidents of pryde.
Recite of our treasons, and how that wee fell,
Intruders vntrusty the Realme for to guide:

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Of wit and of reason recklesse and wide,
That tooke so vppon vs to rule all the land,
No Princes presumde yet with scepter in hand.
How stately I Stater of Scotland the King,
Did beare mee full stoutely when I had the crowne:
And what a great army of Scots I did bring,
Against Lord Donwallo, of noble renowne.
A deemed dame Fortune would neuer so frowne,
Who made me a Prince, that Kingdome my pray,
Of late but a subiect and simple of sway.
But here now behold how steady the state
Of climbers aloft is aboue their degree,
And how they doe fall from fortune to fate,
Example are such as my fellow and me.
The fruite giues a taste of the sappe of the tree,
The seede of the herbe, the grape of the vine:
The worke wrayes the man, seeme he neuer so fine.
For when I had leuyed an armie to fight,
I ioyned with Pinnar, my power to preuayle:
And Rudacke of Wales came eke with his might,
Mulmucius Donwallo the King to assayle.
Our purpose the Prince by prowes did quaile
Which came out of Cornwall, vs vanquisht in fielde,
Our souldiers slayne, skard, taken, forced to yeelde.
O fortune I blame thee, my selfe more vnwise:
Thou gau'st me a kingdome, and with life I it lost.
My souldiers were slayne fast before mine owne eyes,
Or forced to flie, yeelde, and smell of the rost.
I neede not of honour or dignitie boast,
Or tell of my triumphes, or crake of my crowne:
The vaunt of vsurpers is voyde of renowne.

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Lenuoy.

A worlde it is to see the meaner sort
Enhaunce themselues aboue their due degree:
To sit aloft they deeme a noble sport,
From whence they may the worlde and people see.
But so they speede as their deseruings bee.
Still triall telles, Iehoua tumbles downe
Such subiectes false as dare assume the crowne.
For if these Pagans proud so plagued were,
Which tooke on them ambitiously the sway,
Wil not th'almighties Iustice soone appeare,
When Christian men their Christian Kinges betray?
Yes: he (by whome all Princes raigne for aye)
Such subiectes smites, as dare assume the crowne,
And from the throne intruders tumbles downe.
But now beholde and marke this story well,
Which next in order seemes his tale to frame,
With bleeding woundes in fielde likewise that fell,
For so me thought in warlike sort he came,
The last of these that Rudacke had to name,
Declaring how Bellona strooke him downe,
Because he had vniustly caught the crowne.