And with these words a iust reward shee taught:
“Drinke now thy fill of thy desired draught:”
Loe, marke the fine that did this prince befall:
Marke not this one, but marke the end of all.
15.
Behold Cambises, and his fatall day,
Where murder’s mischiefe, mirour like, is left,
While hee his brother Mergus cast to slay,
A dreadfull thing, his wits were him bereft:
A sword hee caught, wherewith hee perced eft