9.
O heedeles trust, vnware of harme to come,
O malice headlong, swift to serue fond will,
Did euer madnes man so much benome
Of prudent forecast, reason, wit, and skill,[850]
As mee, blinde bayard, consenting to spill
The bloud of my cosin, my refuge and stay,[851]
To my destruction making open way?
10.
So long as the duke bare the stroke and sway,[852]