With scant fiue thousand souldiers, to assayle
Fowre times so many, encampt to most auayle.[1011]
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And so was slaine at first: and while my childe
Scarse twelue yeare old, sought secretly to parte,
That cruell Clifford, lord, nay lorell wylde,
While the infant[1012] wept, and prayed him rue his smart,
Knowing what hee was, with dagger cloue his heart:[1013]
This done, he came to th’camp where I lay dead,
Despoylde my corps and cut away my head.