With princes[1388] sides, Lycaon’s pye to feast?
O tyrant tigers, O insatiable[1389] wolues,
O English curtesie, monstrous mawes and gulfes:
My death shall forthwith preach my earned meede,
Yf fyrst to one lyke murther I proceede.[1390]
37.
Before our prince commaunded once his death,
Our bloudy swords on him we did vnsheath,
Preuenting law, and euen our prince’s hest,
Wee hid our weapons in the yongling’s brest: