Sir _Thomas Vaughan_ chafing, cryed still: “This tyrant _Glocester_ is the gracelesse G, That will his brother’s children beastly kyll:” And, least the people through his talke might see The mischeifs toward, and thereto not agree, Our tormentour, that false periured knight, Bad stop our mouths, with words of high dispight. 82. Thus dyed wee giltlesse, processe hard wee none, No cause alleagde, no judge, nor yet accuser, No quest empaneld passed vs vppon: That murdrer _Ratcliffe_, law and rights refuser, Did all to flatter _Richard_ his abuser: Unhappy both that euer they were borne, Through giltlesse bloud that haue their soules forlorne. 83. In part, I graunt, I well deserued this, Because I causde not spedy execution Bee done on _Richard_, for that murder of his, When first hee wrought king _Henrie’s_ close confusion: Not for his brother’s hatefull persecution: These cruell murders painfull death deserued, Which had hee suffred, many had ben preserued. 84. Warne therefore all that charge or office beare, To see all murdrers spedely executed, And spare them not for fauour or for feare, By guiltles bloud the earth remaines polluted: For lacke of justice kingdomes are transmuted: They that saue murdrers from deserued paine Shall, through those murdrers, miserably bee slaine.[1292]