Saying, “I would vnto my mother go:”
But woe, alas, what comfort could I giue thee,
When of all meanes our vncle did depriue mee?
59.
While thus we waste in woe, the tyrant king
With death to right those, whom he did abuse
With wrong in life, finding a way to wing
Mischiefe deuis’d, a wretched man did chuse
For this affaire, which others did refuse:
Tirrill by name, a knight decay’d in state,