Then to pursue thy prince with armed hand,
What greater shame may bee to any land?
38.
Traytours did triumph, true men lay in the dust,
Reuing and robbing, roisted euery where,
Will stoode for skill, and law obeyed lust,
Might trode downe right, of king there was no feare,
The title was tryed onely by shielde and speare:
All which vnhaps, that they were not forseene,
Suffolke was in fault, who ruled king and queene.[932]