I meane if hee by slaughter catch the crowne,
With foote Iehoua castes him headlong downe.
3.
If Morgan hadnot wrought his aunt’s distresse
By dint of sword, by sword hee had not fell.
But who so shall by sword a Prince oppresse,
Shall of the sword therefore and slaughter smell.
Lo here the next, that came his tale to tell,
Was gieuen to vice when once hee ware the crowne,
Till slouth and sleepy sickenes cast hym downe.