54.

Where when hee came, the seruants hee did finde

Preparing all things for the king’s repaire,

On whom he wreak’d the vengeance of his minde:

For not a man his wrathfull sword did spare,

In his reuenge they all alike did share:

Yet could not this his furie’s heat asswage,

Their limmes he hew’d in peeces in his rage.

55.

Which he amongst the hogsheads of pure wine,