Threatens more plagues then mightie Abradas,
[♦] The great Masadonian Pyrate,
Thy words addes fury and not remorse in me.
Cap. I but my deeds shall staie thy fury soone.
55 Suffolke. Hast not thou waited at my Trencher,
[♦] When we haue feasted with Queene Margret?
[♦] Hast not thou kist thy hand and held my stirrope?
And barehead plodded by my footecloth Mule,
And thought thee happie when I smilde on thee?
60 This hand hath writ in thy defence,