But what should I of his misfortune speake,
For hunting, as hee minded strike the game,
He shot[125] his father, that beyond it came.
The quarrell[126] glaunst, and through his tender side
It flewe where through the noble Siluius dyde.[127]
6.
Lo thus by chaunce though princely Brutus slewe
His father Siluius, sore agaynst his will,
Which came to soone, as he his arrowe drewe
Though hee in chace the game, did minde to kill,