With eke lord Hastings, hasty both to euill,
To meete the king in mourning habit came,
(A cruell wolfe though clothed like a lambe)
And at Northampton, where as then I bayted,
They tooke theire inne, as they on mee had wayted.
57.
The king that night at Stonystratford lay,
A towne to small to harboure all his trayne:
This was the cause why he was gone away,
While I with other did behinde remaine: