See here how I with woundes am all bestead?
I cannot liue, I feele how lyfe doth fade,
Lodrike himselfe did carue and cut my head,
For which my blade his lukewarme blood hath shed:
He cut my cap, and I haue got his crowne,
He lost his lyfe, and I haue found renowne.
11.
Seuerus then vnto his surgion sayde,
“Heale hym, and bryng him safe and sound agayne,
Thou for thy paynes with poundes shalt wel be payd,