Th’augmented powers of our insulting foe,
We backe return’d with our disabled band,
And to our kingly father we did show
Duke Edrick’s treason, which, alas, with woe
So wounds his heart, that he expires his breath,
Poore aged king, and ends his woes in death.
18.
He being dead, to me his eldest borne,
Was left the reliques of a ruin’d state,
By rage of Mars a kingdome rent and torne,