But fooles aye wont to learne by after reade:
Had Catesby kept vnstaynd the truth he plight,
Yet had yee enioyde me, and I yet the light:
All Derbie’s doubts I clered with his name:
I knew, no harme could hap vs, sauns his[1407] blame.
47.
But see the fruites of fickle[1408] light beliefe:
Th’[1409] ambitious dukes corrupt the traytour thiefe,
To groape mee, if allurde I would assent,
To bin a partner of theyr curst entent: