To Faulkland fort, where like a tormentour
Hee starued him, and put to death a wife
Whom through a reede hee suckt to saue his life.
5.
O wretched death, fye cruell tyranny,
A prince in pryson lost for want of foode![653]
Was neuer enmy wrought such vilany,
A trusty brother destroy his brother’s bloode:[654]
Woe worth so friendly, fye on double hoode:
Ah, wretched father, see thy sonne is lost,