This lucklesse chance so terrifi’d the foe, And gaue such strength vnto the northerne bands, That th’aduerse part their backes began to show, _Clifford_, though wounded with a shaft, yet stands With _Lancaster_ in fight, till on all hands, Opprest with multitude, themselues they yeeld, To conquering _Herckley_ victour of the field. 67. Thus hautie _Lancaster_, that did not feare To tempt his soueraigne’s peace with periur’d hate, Who in the morning was the mightiest peere That ’gainst his prince did euer moue debate, By night was made the meanest in the state: In right or wrong, who euer lifts his hand Against his prince, his cause doth seldome stand. 68. Not he alone made forfeit of his head, Who in this proud rebellion led the ring, The fatall axe strooke many others dead, Hewing downe all, that had conspir’d to bring Their powers for fight against their lawfull king: Twice eight great barons and as many knights In death paid paines for wrong t’our kingly rites. 69. O age infortunate, when subiects pride Did force their soueraigne to such deeds of woe, That when all men had laid remorse aside, The sunne in heau’n his griefe in shame to show Six houres with blood-red cheeks on th’earth below, Did blush to see her soile drinke vp their blood, Who liuing oft in her defence had stood. 70. Imprudent prince, since rage did lift thy hand To lop the pillers of thy kingdome downe, On whose supportfull powers thy state should stand: Looke for a ruthlesse ruine of thy crowne, Looke helplesse now in wretchednesse to drowne: The dance vnto destruction they haue led, And the same feeting I the king must tread. 71. When th’hand of Ioue the mightie men shall take From any state, for their rebellious pride, By such foresigne this vse we well may make, Some after-storme of vengeance will betide That haplesse land, who euer it doth guide: The sad effusion of the noble blood, Portends confusion to the common good. 72. With dolefull pen I could bewaile their woe, Whose wofull wants did after proue me weake: But far more horrid things we are to show, To those blacke deeds, of which we now must speake: They before spoken did that ice but breake, At which we falling in did helplesse drowne, Once fallen, all do helpe to keepe vs downe. 73.