Of many heads, her selfe comes vp from hell,
And stirres vp Rome to ioyne her hands with hate;
No king did fall beneath so hard a fate.
25.
The heau’ns foretold such things before their time,
Before my haplesse hand that cup did take,
In whose blacke deadly wine my death did swim,
Th’whole aggregate of heau’n did seeme to shake,
Sad signes on earth my tragicke fall forespake:
Seldome such fatall deeds of death are done,