3.
I am the same that[1043] slue duke Richard’s childe,
The louely babe that begged[1044] life with teares,
Whereby mine honour[1045] fouly I defilde:
Poore sely lambes the lion neuer teares,
The feeble mouse may ly among the beares,
But wrath of man, his rancour to requite,
Forgets all reason, ruth, and vertue[1046] quite.
4.
I meane by rancour the parentall[1047] wreke