And with a Poleax pasheth out his braines,
Whilst he’s demanding what the Garboyle meanes.
That tender heart whose chance it was to haue,
Some one, that day who did much valour showe,
Who might perhaps haue had him for his Slaue:
But equall Lots had Fate pleas’d to bestowe:
He who his prisoner willingly would saue,
Lastly constrain’d to giue the deadly blowe
That sends him downe to euerlasting sleepe:
Turning his face, full bitterly doth weepe.