Clarence, Glocester, Dorcet, and I Hastings, slue:[1368]
The guylt whereof wee shortly all did rue.
30.
Clarence, as Cyrus, drownd in bloud-like wyne,
Dorcet I furthered to his speedy pyne,
Of mee, my selfe am speaking president,
Nor easier fate the bristled boare is lent:
Our blouds haue payd the vengeaunce of our guilt,
His fryed bones shall broyle for bloud he spilt:[1369]