That feared was of foes in euery forayne coaste,
To soone, alas, this duke was taken hence away:
In Fraunce hee dyde: helasse, lament his losse wee may,
That regent regall, rule of publique right:
Loe, howe my hurtes afreshe beweepe this wanted wight.”
44.
With that his woundes (mee thought) gan freshly bleede,
And hee waxte faynt and fell, and my salte teares
Ran downe my rufull cheekes, with trickling speede,
(For who coulde chuse that such cause sees and heares.)