And seeking quarels how to disagree,
Hee shamelesly required mee and my sonne,
To yeelde hym Scots[573] which wee in fielde had wonne.
10.
My nephue also Edmund Mortimer,
The very heyre apparant to the crowne,
Whome Owen Glendour held as prisoner,
Vilely bound[574] in dungeon deepe cast downe,
Hee would not raunsome, but did felly frowne