But though we[1159] slew the duke my sorrowes did not slake,
But like to Hydrae’s head still more and more awake:
For Edward, through the ayde of Warwicke and his brother,
From one field draue mee to the Scots, and toke me in another.
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Then went my friendes to wracke, for Edward ware the crowne,
From[1160] which for nine yeares space his pryson held me downe:
Yet thence through Warwicke’s worke I was agayne releast,
And Edward driuen fro the realme, to seeke his friendes by east.
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