Whyle that ye here in glory soiourneth,
The deth of our mayster rue to remembre.
C. exclamacio.
O turmentoure, traytoure, torterous tyraunte,
So vnwarely oure duke haste thou slayne,
That wyt and mynde are vnsuffycyaunte
Agayne thy myschyf malyce to mayntayne!
We that in blysse wonte were to bayne,
With fortune flotynge moste fauourably,
Nowe thorow thrylled and persyd with payne,