With ghostly steps I am returnd agayne,
In writhled wristes, that bloud do most desyre,
Forguyding[25] wedlocke vyle with Stygian fire.[26]
She bewails her crimes on her son’s behalf and his parricidal ingratitude, but vengeance will fall on him at last.
Although that Tyrant proude and scornful wight
His court with marble stone do strongly dyght,
And princelike garnish it with glistering golde:
Though troupes of soldiours, shielded sure, upholde
Their chieftaynes princely porch: and though yet still
The world drawne drye with taskes even to his will