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THE LAMENTABLE COMPLAINT OF FRANCE
10 Meanewhile the villanes teeth,
are pulde out euery one: Least he should bite cleane out his tongue,
and so no trueth be showen, His nayles likewise pincht off,
least he should teare it out, And speachles thus should lose his life:
and no wayes cleare this doubt1. But let vs speake againe,
of this the bleeding King, Who entring at his pallace gate:
death broke his life heart string.
11 Euen in a Bushops Armes,
he yeelded vp his breath, And said I die true Christian King,
sweete lordes reuenge my death. His Queene, his sonne, and peeres,
with wringing handes made mone, And sayde, if God be not our friende,
our states be ouerthrowne. The heauiest day in Fraunce,
this is that euer was seene, His death now makes an orphant Prince,
and eke a widdowed Queene.
12 Yet wisdome so preuailde,
amongst the lordes of Fraunce, That by the gracious helpe of God,
they salued this mischaunce. The next day in the morne:
fower Cardinalls of estate, And Princes of the Kings owne bloud,
this buisines did debate. To establish loue and peace:
within this mournefull land, They there proclaym'd the Dolphin King
in Paris out of hand.
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