Had not our queene, whose virgin bosome bore
A melting heart admir’d for mercie store,
In pitie far excell’d th’impietie
Of their false treason ’gainst her maiestie.
85.
Read the certificat of the prince’s mercie written by their owne hands. Ralph Hol. p. 1413.
Out of her bountious grace and princely mind,
She gaue them passage at her owne expence,
Seidome on earth such mercie shall we find,
For which strooke blind with shame of their offence,