But certis how by poysons hee, and all meanes sought my spoile,
You may right soone by tortures try without of farder toyle,
And therefore I commaunded all his seruaunts present bee.
That you the trueth may know when their confessions plain you see:
While I was at my mother’s house, he brought with swords his traine,
Forwarnd, so armde, by fight my foe, I haue mine enmy slain.
Sith hee about a mischiefe went, no brother’s harte that bore,
To take reuenge on such, is due: as custome telles of yore.
The founder right of Rome, not with his brother flouting bare:
I leaue to speake what Germanique and Titus erst did dare,