That these great lords and Margaret our queen
Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
[♦] Thou never didst them wrong nor no man wrong;
210 And as the butcher takes away the calf
[♦] And binds the wretch and beats it when it strays,
Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
215 Looking the way her harmless young one went,
And can do nought but wail her darling’s loss,