[1] Then said the king merilie to them; What sirs, be ye in bed so soone? And calling vp sir Iames, brake to him secretlie his mind in this mischéeuous mat|ter. In which he found him nothing strange. Where|fore on the morow he sent him to Brakenberie with a letter,The constable of the Tower deliuereth the keies to sir Iames Tir|rell vpon the kings com|mandement. by which he was commanded to deliuer sir Iames all the keies of the Tower for one night, to the end he might there accomplish the kings plea|sure, in such things as he had giuen him commande|ment. After which letter deliuered, & the keies recei|ued, sir Iames appointed the night next insuing to destroie them, deuising before and preparing the meanes. The prince (as soone as the protector left that name, and tooke himselfe as king) had it shewed vn|to him, that he should not reigne, but his vncle shuld haue the crowne. At which word the prince sore aba|shed, began to sigh, and said: Alas, I would my vn|cle would let me haue my life yet, though I leese my kingdome.