But see how strongly lucre knits her knots,
The king will haue, the Percies will not yeelde,
Desire of goods some craues, but graunteth seelde:
Oh cursed goods, desire of you hath wrought
All wickednes, that hath or can bee thought.
21.
The Percies deemde it meeter for the king
To haue redeemde theyr cosin Mortimer,
Who in his quarell all his power did bring
To fight with mee, that toke him prisoner,