And the same feeting I the king must tread.

71.

When th’hand of Ioue the mightie men shall take

From any state, for their rebellious pride,

By such foresigne this vse we well may make,

Some after-storme of vengeance will betide

That haplesse land, who euer it doth guide:

The sad effusion of the noble blood,

Portends confusion to the common good.

72.