Mischiefe from those that guiltie of offence
Did wish my death in letters sent doth bring
A darke enigma bearing double sense,
Which is vnpointed left a doubtfull thing,
Either to kill or not to kill the king,
As in such tearmes “king Edward’s blood to spill
Refuse ye not to feare I count it ill.”
143.
The bloodie villaines construing the same
Vnto that sense, for which it then was sent,