Wenest thou, felon, such murther to escape?
I say, the brewtors of Wales on the wyl be reuenged
For thy false conspyracy and frowarde fate:
We his seruantes also sole disconsolate
Haste thou lafte; so that creatures more maddyr
In erthe none wandreth atwene senit and naddyr.
M. x.
Wherfore, to the felde, to the felde, on with plate and male,
Beest, byrde, foule, eche body terrestryal!
Seke we this murtherer him to assayle;