To make it short: I singled was therefore,
Euen as the Dere to finde his fatall stroke:
I could not scape, in numbre they were more,
My pageaunt was in presence there bespoke:[806]
A pillowe they prepared mee of oke,
My hands they bounde, along my corps they led,
From of my shoulders quite they stroke my head,
[And with my death theyr cruell eyes they fed.]
34.
If euer man that seru’d his Prince with payne,