Full secretly to him I mee conueyde,
Not doubting there but I should fynd some ayde.
76.
But out, alas, on cruell trecherie,
When that this caytife once an inkling hard,
How that king Richard had proclaimde, that hee
Which mee descryde should haue for his rewarde
A thousand pounds, and farther bee prefarde,
His truth so turnde to treason, all distaynde,
That fayth quite fled, and I by trust was traynde.