The prince I rule, the queene do I
commaund,
And with a lowly conge to the ground,
The proudest lords salute me as I passe,
I seale, I cancell, I do what I will,
Feard am I more then lov'd, let me be feard,
And when I frowne, make all the court looke pale,
I view the prince with
Aristarchus
eyes,
Whose lookes were as a breeching to a boye.
They thrust upon me the Protectorship,
And sue to me for that that I desire,
While at the councell table, grave enough,
And not unlike a bashfull puretaine,
First I complaine of imbecilitie,
Saying it is, onus quam gravissimum,
Till being interrupted by my friends,
Suscepi that provinciam as they terme it,
And to conclude, I am Protector now,
Now is all sure, the Queene and Mortimer
Shall rule the realme, the king, and none rule us,
Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance,
And what I list commaund, who dare controwle?
Major sum quam cui possitfortuna nocere.
And that this be the coronation day,
It pleaseth me, and Isabell the Queene.
The trumpets sound, I must go take my place.
