The thundring heauens constraynde the earth to quake,
The trees did daunce, the mighty mountes dyd shake.
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Haue here myne end, from threatning thunder clap,
A burning bolt did pearce my hart with payne,
Wherewith I cryed: “O Cæsar, my mishap
Is comme, for whilst I thought thee to haue slayne,
Ioue’s vengeaunce iust hath torne my corps in twayne.”
This was my end, although some writers say,
That Claudius blade did cause my last decay.