The cause was lik’d, I was his link’d[1332] allye:
Yet not the cause, nor brother’s trechery,
Nor enmies force, ne[1333] band of mingled bloud,
Made Hastings beare his prince other[1334] minde then good:
But tane and scapt from Warwick’s gryping pawes,
With mee hee fled through fortune’s frowards flawes.
16.
To London come, at large wee might haue seemed,
Had not wee then the realme a pryson deemed:
Ech hush a barre, ech spray a banner splayed,