(To whom I nowe must be obedyent)
Can challendge any share in my disgrace;
But myne owne fortune that did never smyle
But when it gave me a full cause to cursse.
And were the way to my successyon free
As when I lefte the courte, yet gaynst all sence
And possybyllitie somethynge suer woulde sprynge
From my meare fate to make another kynge:
So, torrent-like, my fortune ruynes all
My rights of byrthe and nature.

_Rei_. You have doone ill
To soothe hys adge unto thys vyolence.

_Oli_. With penytence tys confest, consyderinge
Preventyon hathe quyte fledd us, & no way's
Lefte eyther for revendge or remedye.

_Orl_. I am the verye foote-ball of the starres,
Th'anottomye [sic] of fortune whom she dyssects
With all the poysons and sharpe corrosyves
Stylld in the lymbecke of damde pollycie.
My starres, my starres!
O that my breath could plucke theym from their spheares
So with theire ruyns to conclude my feares.

_Enter La Busse_.

_Rei_. Smoother your passions, Sir: here comes his sonne--
A propertie oth court, that least his owne