And thus six hundred vnto death being done,
All faithfull friends did my sad fall forerun.
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My friends thus slain, through couert shades of night,
That none to my abode might priuie be,
Conuey’d I was to th’ile of Elie hight,
There to abide, till Harrold did decree,
What kinde of death from thrall should set me free:
Where I with care consum’d for death did call
Vntill a fate far worse then death did fall.