Both which at once prouided their artillery,
To worke mee woefull woe, and mine adherents bales
What neede I fill thine eares with longer tales?
They did preuaile by might and powre, so fast
That I was taken prisoner at last.
27.
In spitefull sorte they vsed then my captiue corse:
No favour shewde to mee, extinct was mine estate:
Of kinred, Prynces, bloud, or peere was no remorce,
But as an abiect vile, and worse, they did mee hate.