In which as king thou wrongfully dost raigne:
I am by might enforc’d to stoope to thee,
Who should by right be subiect vnto mee.”
14.
The king being mou’d with this his stout replie,
Thrust him away, in whose heroicke brest
My brother Clarence, Hastings, Grey, and I,
Did sheath our blades, which fact heau’n did detest,
Permitting vs not vnreueng’d to rest:
For none of vs in peacefull bed did lie,