Where’s Howard, Louell, Barkley, Buckingham,
That bound themselues by oath to thee, that none
But thy faire sonnes should sit vpon the throne?
Woe worth them all, they all do now crie, “downe
With Edward’s heires, let Gloster haue the crowne.”
48.
Ah pitie, in what region didst thou dwell,
Had’st thou been present in those hatefull times,
Then should not I thy shame, O England, tell,
Nor should I seeke to proue thy wicked crimes