Whom not desire of reigne did driue to field,
But mother’s pride, who longd the realm to weld:
But straight my death shall shewe my worthy meede,
If first to one other murther I proceede.[1391]
38.
While Edward liu’d, dissembled discord lurked,
In double hartes yet soe his reuerence worked:
But when succeding tender feble age,
Gaue open gap to tyrant’s rushing rage:
I holpe the boare, and bucke, to captiuate