Headlong she runnes from smoke into the flame,
Driuing a drift, which after did so frame,
As shee, the king, with all theyr line and race,
Depriued were of honour, life, and place.
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So for purpose shee thought it very good,
With former foes in frendship to confeder,
The duke of Yorke, and other of his bloud,
With Neuills all, knit were then altogether,
And Delapoole, friend afore to neither: