That in the euen he came to spill my blood,
As I vnarmed with my mother stood. N.
[1128] She him besought. N.
[1129] Fates. N.
[1130] Antonine that wretch. N.
[1131] Now maist thou deeme. N.
[1132] He to his sire of sonnes was most vnkind. N.
[1133] What monster wrought his faithfull friends such woe. N.
[1134] Throng.