But liueth for euer in his prince’s hate:
And marke, my lordes, God for adultery sleath,
Though ye it thinke too sweete a sinne for death.
79.
Serue trulye your prince and feare not[1460] rebels might,
On princes halues the mightie God doth fight:
O much more then forsweare a forrein foe,
Who seeketh your realme and countrie to vndo:
Murther detest, haue handes vnstaind with bloud,
Aye with your succour do protect the good,