As sure be[536] sots which cast no kinde of doubt.
28.
How sayst thou, Henry Hotspur, doe I lye:
For thou right manly gauest the king a fielde,
And there wast slayne because thou wouldest not fly:
Syr Thomas Percy thine vncle forst[537] to yeelde,
Did cast his head (a wonder seene but seelde)
From Shrewsbury towne to th’top of London bridge:
Loe thus fond hope did both theyr liues abridge.
29.