And Marcus wise and milde his daughter’s husband did not spare.
But I, for mee when poysons were and swords to slay mee drest,
Reueng’de my foe, (of foe the name his workes assign’de him best)
Therefore thanke you the gods, that they one prince preserued you,
Beholde the same, him loyall loue, to him bee iust and true:
For euen as loue aboue, amongst the gods doth rule alone,
So hee in earth the empire all, alottes and giues to one.”
26.
Thus hauing sayde alowde, with irefull moode,
And bloudy countnaunce cast about the place,