Before our prince commaunded once his death, Our bloudy swords on him we did vnsheath, Preuenting law, and euen our prince’s hest, Wee hid our weapons in the yongling’s brest: Whom not desire of reigne did driue to field, But mother’s pride, who longd the realm to weld: But straight my death shall shewe my worthy meede, If first to one other murther I proceede.[1391] 38. While _Edward_ liu’d, dissembled discord lurked, In double hartes yet soe his reuerence worked: But when succeding tender feble age, Gaue open gap to tyrant’s rushing rage: I holpe the boare, and bucke, to captiuate Lord _Riuers_, _Gray_, sir _Thomas Vaughan_ and _Hawte_: Yf land woulde helpe the sea, well earnd that ground It selfe, to bee with conquering waues surround. 39. Their speedy death by priuy doome, procured At _Pomfret_: tho my lyfe short while endured, My selfe I slue, when them I damned to death, At once my throate I riued, and reft them breath: For that selfe day, afore[1392] or neare the howre, That withred _Atropos_ nipt that[1393] springing flowre With vyolent hand of their forth running lyfe: My head and body, in tower twynde like knyfe. 40. By this my paterne, all ye peeres beware: Oft hangeth hee himselfe, who others weenth to snare: Spare to be ech other’s butcher: feare the kite, Who soarth[1394] aloft, while frog and mouse doe fight In ciuill combat, grappling, voyde of feare Of foreyne foe, at once all both to beare: Which playner by my pytied playnt to see, A while anew your listning lend to mee. 41. Too true it is two sondry assemblies kept, At _Crosbie’s_ place, and _Baynard’s_ castle set: The duke’s at _Crosbie’s_ but at _Baynard’s_ wee: The one to crowne a king, the other to bee: Suspicious is secession of foule frends, When eyther’s drift to other’s[1395] mischiefe tends: I fearde the end, my _Catesbie’s_ being there Dischargde all doubts: him held I most entyre. 42. Whose great preferment by my meanes, I thought Some spurre, to pay the thankfulnes hee ought: The trust hee ought mee, made mee trust him so, That priuy hee was both to my weale and woe: My hart’s one halfe, my chest of confidence, My treasure’s trust,[1396] my ioy dwelt in his presence: I lou’d[1397] him, _Baldwine_, as the apple of mine eye, I lothde my life when _Catesby_ would mee dye. 43.