My greate outrage, my heedelesse head, the life
I beastly led could not continue so:
My brothers bloud, my leauing of my wife,
And working of my friends and subiects woe
Cry’d still to God, for my foule ouerthroe,
Which heares the wrong’d, hee vewes[402] their carefull case,
And at the length doth all their foes deface.
12.
Yet I mistrusting no mishaps at hand,
(Though I were worthy twenty times to die)