“How so,” quoth I, “whence riseth your suspition?” “Thou art a traytour,” quoth he, “I thee arrest:” “Arrest,” quoth I, “why, where is your commission?” Hee drew his weapon, so did all the rest, Crying, “yeeld thee traytour:” I so sore distrest Made no resistaunce, but was sent to warde, None saue their seruants assigned to my garde. 75. This done they sped them[1287] to the king in post, And after theyr[1288] humble reuerence to him done, They trayterously began to rule the rost, They pickt a quarrell to my sister’s sonne Lord _Richard Gray_: the king would not bee wonne T’agree[1289] to them, yet they, agaynst all reason, Arested him, they sayd, for haynous treason. 76. Sir _Thomas Vaughan_ and sir _Richard Hault_ Two worthy knights, were likewise apprehended, These all were guylty in one kind of fault, They would not like the practise then pretended: And seeyng the king was herewith sore offended, Backe to _Northampton_ they brought him agayne, And thence discharged most part of his trayne. 77. There, loe! duke _Richard_ made himselfe protector Of king and realme, by open proclamation, Though neyther king nor queene were his elector, Thus hee presumde by lawles vsurpation: But will you see his deepe dissimulation? Hee sent mee a dish of daynties from his bourde That day, and with it, this false friendly worde: 78. “Commend mee to him, all things shalbe well, I am his friend, bid him bee of good chere:” These newes I prayed the messenger goe tell My nephue _Richard_, whom I lou’d full dere: But what hee ment by well, now shall you here, Hee thought it well to haue vs quickly murdred, Which not long after thorowly hee furdred. 79. For strayt from thence wee closely were conuayed, From iayle to iayle northward, wee wist not whither: Where, after a while wee had in[1290] sunder stayed, At last wee met at _Pomfret_ altogither: Sir _Richard Ratcliffe_ bade vs welcom thyther, Who openly, all law and right contemned, Beheaded vs, before wee were condemned.[1291] 80. My cosin _Richard_ could not bee content To leaue his lyfe, because hee wist not why: Good gentleman, that neuer harme had ment, Therefore hee asked wherefore hee should dye: The priest, his ghostly father, did replye, With weeping eyes: “I knowe one wofull cause, The realme hath neyther righteous lords nor laws.” 81.