To you I yeeld what wrong doth wrest from me,
Since with one voice ye say it must be so,
And beg this mercie in my miserie:
That since your hate hath brought me to this woe,
It heere may end, no further let it goe:
He whom once king your hate could not forgiue,
Will be no king so he haue leaue to liue.”
123.
Heere teares did choake the end of my sad words,
And while my state in silence I deplore,