My cosin Richard could not bee content
To leaue his lyfe, because hee wist not why:
Good gentleman, that neuer harme had ment,
Therefore hee asked wherefore hee should dye:
The priest, his ghostly father, did replye,
With weeping eyes: “I knowe one wofull cause,
The realme hath neyther righteous lords nor laws.”
81.
Sir Thomas Vaughan chafing, cryed still:
“This tyrant Glocester is the gracelesse G,