[♦] And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?
[♦] My brother slew no man; his fault was thought,
[105] And yet his punishment was cruel death.
[♦] Who sued to me for him? who, in my rage,
[♦] Kneel’d at my feet and bade me be advised?
[♦] Who spake of brotherhood? who spake of love?
Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
110 The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
[♦] Who told me, in the field by Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescued me,