Was naked made to euery vassals eye,
Despoil’d of all those kingly robes I wore:
Thus they to Leicester my bodie bore.
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Behind a slaue vpon a halting iade
All naked as I was, hog-like I lay:
And in that sort with blood and dust array’d,
To Leicester they bore me, whence that day
To field I came in pompe and rich aray:
Where to the graue my bodie they commend: