Come in, to sease my life with violent hand:
My chamber shooke, my hart gan tremble sore,
And as in horror I did silent stand,
Vp flew the doores, in rusht an armed band,
Who laid rude hands on me in spightfull hate,
Without respect vnto my princelie state.
36.
But when Aurora left her Tython’s bed,
And through each part of heau’n disperst her light,
My Norman friends fast bound in bands were led