But for this carkasse pardon I entreat,
Whom fortune hath alreadie laid in lowest seat.
To whom Cymochles said; For what art thou, xxviii
That mak’st thy selfe his dayes-man, to prolong
The vengeance prest? Or who shall let me now,
On this vile bodie from to wreake my wrong,
And make his carkasse as the outcast dong?
Why should not that dead carrion satisfie
The guilt, which if he liued had thus long,
His life for due reuenge should deare abie?