29.
At S. Albane’s towne both our hoastes did mete,
Which to try a field was no equall place,
Forst wee were to fight in euery lane and strete,
No feare of foes could make mee shun the place:[910]
There I and Warwicke, fronted face to face,
At an inne dore, the castle was the signe,
Where with a sword was cut my fatall lyne.
30.
Oft was I warned to come in castle none,