But to my selfe reserude them all at last:
The marchaunts causelesse from their goods I cast,
And Senatours depriude of all that ere they had,[1013]
Some slaine, the rest with life alone to scape[1014] were glad.
8.
Still out the sword to slay all sortes I drewe,
My mother could not scape amongst them free;
My brother deare, and sisters eke I slewe,
And of my wiues likewise a two or three:
My kinsemen eke I kild of each degree,