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  • Title: A Mirror for Magistrates
  • Editors: Rosemary Gaby, Andrew Griffin

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    Authors: William Baldwin, John Higgins
    Editors: Rosemary Gaby, Andrew Griffin
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    A Mirror for Magistrates

    And that appeared by us three beasts in deed,
    Through false persuasion highly born in hand
    That in our feat we could not choose but speed
    To kill the king, and to enjoy his land.
    180For which exploit we bound our selves in band
    To stand contented each man with his part,
    So fully folly assured our foolish heart.
    But such they say as fish before the net
    Shall seldom surfeit of the prey they take,
    185Of things to come the haps be so unset
    That none but fools may warrant of them make.
    The full assured, success doth oft forsake.
    For Fortune findeth none so fit to flout,
    As suresby sots which cast no kind of doubt.
    190How sayest thou Henry Hotspur, do I lie?
    For thou right manly gavest the king a field,
    And there was slain because thou wouldest not fly.
    Sir Thomas Percy thine uncle (forced to yield)
    Did cast his head (a wonder seen but seld)
    195From Shrewsbury town to the top of London bridge.
    Lo thus fond hope did their both lives abridge.
    When Henry king this victory had won,
    Destroyed the Percies, put their power to flight,
    He did appoint prince Henry his eldest son
    200With all his power to meet me if he might.
    But I discomfort through my partners' fight
    Had not the heart to meet him face to face,
    But fled away, and he pursued the chase.
    Now Baldwin mark, for I, called prince of Wales,
    205And made believe I should be he indeed,
    Was made to fly among the hills and dales,
    Where all my men forsook me at my need.
    Who trusteth loiterers seld hath lucky speed,
    And when the captain's courage doth him fail
    210His soldiersʼ hearts a little thing may quail.