15.
My seruaunts would not mee requested kill:[1022]
Haue I (quoth I) no foe, nor yet no frend,
To reaue mee from this feare of conscience ill?
Will no man make of Nero naught[1023] an end?
With that my brest to poynt of sword I bend,
With trembling hand, which Sporus holpe to stay,
And on the same my selfe assayde to slay.
16.
With that, of Galbae’s seruaunts one drewe nie,