With Siluius then a hunting goe he would,
And thinking for to strike in chace the game,
His father that by chaunce beyonde it came,
Receiude the glaunce and through his tender syde,
With deadly dint, the shaft did swiftly slyde. ed. 1575.
So though by chaunce my father Brutus slewe,
My grandsyre Siluius, sore against his will:
Which came by chaunce as he his arrow drewe,
That thought the fearfull Harte, not him to kill: