And forc’t him yeeld (that both in loue might liue)
What reason would, and rage denide to giue.
20.
Restor’d to grace like Saturn’s god-like sonne,
To England I returned with the king,
Where Malcome in his absence had orerun
The north from Tuuidale, where Tweed doth spring,
Vnto the Tine, whose streames such profit bring
Vnto that towne, which on her bankes doth stand,
Now call’d Newcastle built by my command.