unowed

Go , bear him in thine arms .
I am amazed , methinks , and lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world .

How easy dost thou take all England up !
From forth this morsel of dead royalty ,
The life , the right , and truth of all this realm
Is fled to heaven , and England now is left
To tug and scamble and to part by th’ teeth
The unowed interest of proud-swelling state .
Now for the bare-picked bone of majesty
Doth doggèd war bristle his angry crest
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace .
Now powers from home and discontents at home
Meet in one line , and vast confusion waits ,
As doth a raven on a sick-fall’n beast ,
The imminent decay of wrested pomp .
Now happy he whose cloak and cincture can
Hold out this tempest . Bear away that child ,
And follow me with speed . I’ll to the King .
A thousand businesses are brief in hand ,
And heaven itself doth frown upon the land .