Nor friends nor countrie’s good, to whom of right
Thy care was due, nor loue of loyaltie
To thy dread queene thy heart might mollifie,
But wing’d with mischiefe, hauing once begun,
Thou to vntimely death didst head-long run.
84.
An. eodem.
Whose wretched steps, in that same fatall way
That leads to house of death, loe many more
Had follow’d fast in giuing like assay,