Yet no such blame as writers do record
Do I deserue for this vnhappie deed
Proud Gorolus, the bright-cheekt Igren’s lord,
Receiu’d no wrong but his owne merits meed,
When in the field I made his heart to bleed,
If thoughts of treason merit death and shame,
His trecherous deeds did well deserue the same.
His gracelesse treason he in act did show,
For when I sent him to Nathaliod hight,
In bloodie field against the Saxon foe,