The Wrenne may strive against the Lions strength,
But all in vaine, so vainely do I strive,
To seeke for mercie at a tyrants hand.
They wash him with puddle water, and shave his beard
away.Immortall powers, that knowes the painfull cares,
That waites upon my poore distressed soule,
O levell all your lookes upon these daring men,
That wronges their liege and soveraigne, Englands king.
O Gaveston , it is for thee that I am wrongd,
For me, both, both the Spencers died,
And for your sakes, a thousand wrongest ile take,
The Spencers ghostes, where ever they remaine,
Wish well to mine, then tush, for them ile die.
