My lorde through London was drawne on a slide,
To Tower hill, where with an[1846] axe hee dyde,
Clad in his [coate] armour painted all in paper,
Torne[1847] and reuersed[1848] in spite of his behauer.[1849]
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And I with Thomas Flamoke, and[1850] other of our bent,
As traytours at Tiburne our iudgment did obay:
The people looked[1851] I should my fault lament,
To whom I [boldly] spake, that for my fond assaye
I was sure of fame,[1852] that neuer should decaye: