Bribed with large promises the men who serv’d
About my person, the more easily
Because my means were somewhat broken into 455
Through open doors and hospitality;
Rais’d my own town against me in the night
Before my Enid’s birthday, sack’d my house;
From mine own earldom foully ousted me;
Built that new fort to overawe my friends, 460
For truly there are those who love me yet;
And keeps me in this ruinous castle here,