That had before the fayth of Gods abusde,
Was destinate to haue a naughty ende:
Let Princes well beware what they pretende,
For who for kingdomes sake breakes fayth, and murders foule commits,[611]
Let him bee[612] sure to [haue a] fall on slipery throne hee sits.
61.
Our custome was that time to send each where
Our Herouldes offering peace for tribute golde,
But Ptolome to Beline bad him message beare,
Conditions take of peace ne tribute[613] pay hee woulde,