Whose tidings fill th'adultrous Queene with feares,
Who with Ægistus in a lust-staind bed,
Her selfe, her King, her State dishonored.
She wakes the lecher with a loud-strain'd shrike,
Loue-toies they leaue, now doth lament begin:
He flie (quoth he) but she doth that mislike,
Guilt vnto guilt, and sinne she ads to sinne:
Shee meanes to kill (immodest loue to couer)
A kingly husband, for a caytiue louer.
The peoples ioies, conceiued at his returne,