How King Emerianus for his tirany was deposed, about the yeare before Christ, 235.[674]

1. The wofull wight that fell from throne to thrall, The wretch that woue the web wherein hee goes, A dolefull blacke bad weede still weare hee shall In woefull sorte, and nothing blame his foes: What neede such one at all his name disclose? Except the haplesse rest of Britaynes should,[675] Not here for shame recite his name hee would. 2. I am Emeriane King that raignde a space, Scarce all one yeare,[676] in Britayne Isle long sence, But for I was in maners voide of grace, Ferce, tyranous, and full of negligence, Bloud thirsty, cruell, vaine, deuoide of sence; The Britaynes mee deposde, from seat and crowne, And reaude mee quite of riches and renowne. 3. I was despisde and banisht from my blisse, Discountnaunste, fayne to hide my selfe for shame: What neede I longer stand to tell thee this? My selfe was for my woefull fall to blame: My raygne was short, in fewe my fall I frame, My life was lothsome, soone like death that found, Let this suffice a warning blaste to sound.

1. The cause why here this Prince is briefe in talke Is, for the stories scarce remembre such, What neede I then with them more farder walke? Sith this perhaps may seeme, is sayd to much, I must but briefly these vnworthy tutch: The next approaching pufte with dropsie wanne, Thus wise, mee thought, his yexeing[677] tale beganne.