But makes his God of his vngodly pelfe,
And Idols serues; so let his Idols serue the Elfe.
To all which cruell tyranny they say, xx
He is prouokt, and stird vp day and night
By his bad wife, that hight Adicia,
Who counsels him through confidence of might,
To breake all bonds of law, and rules of right.
For she her selfe professeth mortall foe
To Iustice, and against her still doth fight,
Working to all, that loue her, deadly woe,