While he [in rage] without remorce [or ruth] of her request,
Betwene her armes [that bare vs both] did run me through the breste.
15.
These were the [cruell] actes of that vile monster then
For Empire sake, to raigne alone aloft:
Despisde that was, [contemnde,] abhord of gods and men,
And curst to hell by all good men so oft,
You see the fall of Geta, [gentle,] milde, and soft,
Whose line of life no longer Lachesis[1129] could stretch,
Cut off by sworde of Antonine, th’unkindely captiue wretch.[1130]