Where eke my graundsire, duke of Buckingham,
Was wounded sore, and hardly scapt vntane.
6.
But what may boote to stay the sisters three?
When Atropos perforce will cut the thred:
The dolefull day was come, when you might see
Northampton fielde with armed men orespred,
Where fate would algates haue my graundsire dead:
So, rushing forth amids the fiercest fight,
Hee liu’d[1580] and dyde there in his maister’s right.