Of a kyngdome lost. The .lxxix. Dialogue.
MY kyngdome is gone.
Nowe it is a kynde of comfort to be without a sonne.
I am cast out of my kyngdome.
A good fal, thou sattest in a slypperie place, and now, beyng on the plaine, and beholdyng the perilous height behinde thy backe, thou wylt see howe that descendyng from the throne of royaltie, thou art aduaunced to the rest of a priuate lyfe. And if there can be no pleasure nor happinesse without securitie, thou shalt perceyue, that somewhat more pleasant and happie is the lyfe thou nowe leadest, then whiche thou dyddest heretofore.
I am driuen from my kyngdome.
Thanke hym which was cause thereof: an harde thyng for the eare to heare peraduenture, but surely comfortable to the mind it is that I byd thee. For thou art dryuen from that, from whiche thou must needes depart, and that which wyllingly thou shouldest doo, thou art enforced to do. That force whiche should be wyshed, is not to be lamented. For who can eyther wyshe to be aboue men, as a kyng, or myslyke that he is made equal to others, as a man? If it be a goodly thing, and to be wyshed, to excell, then to excell in the moste goodlye thyng of all, is exceedingly to be desired. Wherefore, to be