For when my lord had heard me tel the tale,
Howe I his king and myne did there assayle,
His frowning face did put me in great feare,
He sighte and sobde, and sayd as you shal heare.
37.
“O caitife vile, O impe of Satan’s seede,
And hast thou kylde our soueraigne lorde and kyng?
His due deserte deserueth death indeede,
Yet what made thee to doo so vile a thinge?
What though he dyd my father causelesse kyll?