My father’s souldiers fled away for feare,
As soone as once theyr Captayne’s death they scand:
The Queene proclaym’d a pardon euery where
To those would yeelde, and craue it at her hand:
Excepting such as did her aye withstand.
For so the course alwayes of pardons goes,
As saues the souldier, and entraps the foes.
8.
Then wist I flight could nothing mee preuayle,
I fearde her pardon would not saue my life: