Thus had my bloodie life a bloodie end.
95.
Th’ambitious prince, whose hand vniustly gripes
Another’s right to make himselfe a king,
Suffers the smart of many furies stripes:
Th’internall worme his conscience still doth sting,
His soule t’a fearefull iudgement death doth bring:
Of which let my vsurped royaltie,
Remaine a Mirrour in this historie.
96.