So that I could from wreck no way bee stayed,
But to auenge my father’s death, assayde
All meanes I might the duke of Yorke t’annoy,[1052]
And all his kin and friendes to kill and stroy.[1053]
6.
This made mee with my bloudy[1054] dagger wound
His guiltlesse sonne, that neuer agaynst mee storde:
His father’s body lying dead on ground
To pearce with speare, eke with my cruell sworde,
To part his necke, and with his head to bourd