They cannot keepe aloft th’ Emperiall place:
[The Lady blynde, so blindly makes them blunder.]
2.
Behold my hap, on whom the Romayne rout
With ioy did gaze, when bloudy slayne I lay,
Here lyes (quoth they), thrust thirty times throughout,
The monster vile, that beast Caligula,
Which did so many giltlesse Romaynes slay:
The nobles now the matrones neede not doubt,
[The virgins now retayne theyr vertues may:]