Sauns earthly gylt ycausing both be slayne,
My heart agrisde[1607] that such a wretch should raigne,
Whose bloudy brest so saluagde[1608] out of kinde,
That Phalaris had nere[1609] so bloudy[1610] a minde.
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Ne[1611] could I brooke him once within my brest,
But with the thought my teeth would gnash withall:
For though I erst were his by sworne behest,
Yet when I saw mischiefe on mischiefe fall,
So deepe in bloud, to murder prince and all,