But glad to take mee at such a vauntage,[307]
Came to salute mee with friendly visage.
26.
Who hauing a band bound to his bent,
By colour of kindnesse to visite his eame,[308]
Tooke time to accomplishe his cruell entent:
And in a small vessell downe by the streame,
Conuey’d mee to Calais out of the realme,
Where without processe or dome of my peeres,
Not nature but murder abridged my yeeres.