But strait a deadly Shaft sent from a Bow,
(Whose Master, though far off, the Duke could know:
Untimely brought this combat to an end,
And pierc'd the Brains of Richards constant Friend.
When Oxford saw him Sink his Noble Soul,
Was full of grief, which made him thus condole.
Farewel true Knight, to whom no costly Grave
Can give due honour, would my Tears might save
Those streams of Blood, deserving to be Spilt
In better service, had not Richard's guilt