And eke from Galba then proclaymed Emprour newe,
For feare of [doomed] death, by deedes deserued due.
14.
By night (I say) forsaken quite, I fled,
And Sporus th’eunuche most impure likewise,
With others three, like filthy life that led:
To slay my selfe I desperate then deuise,
Whom all the world did so for sinne despise;
And thirsting sore in flight, full fayne I [sweetly] dranke
The waters foule, which standing long in diches stanke.[1021]