At length arriues vpon Glamorgan shore,
Where Spencer, Baldocke, Reding, markt for death,
Go all with me t’a castle called Neath.
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With vaine suppose of safetie in that hold,
While there in secret we our selues repose
To the lords Zouch and Leister we are sold,
Who by rich gifts often corrupting those
That our vnknowne abode could best disclose,
With violent hands do sease their wished pray,