With losse of lyfe his lawlesse lust he bought.
3.
This Sigebert the Saxons rulde by west,
Their auncient lawes he at his lyst did chaunge,
For which his commons did him much detest:
The duke of Cornwell woulde not let him raunge
Thus at his wyll, but wisht him like a friend,
To mende his faultes, or els his life to ende:
Then he in rage this duke my master’s lyfe,
His cruel handes bereaude with blooddy knife.