In this wise he shall not yet be left. Pull his skin over his ears, To make his death more vile: A wretch he was, a cruel thief, My Commons to beguile. [_Flays him with a false skin._ OTIAN. What child is he of nature’s mould Could bide the same to see, His father flead in this wise? O, how it grieveth me! KING. Otian, thou seest thy father dead, And thou art in his room: If thou beest proud as he hath been, Even thereto shalt thou come. OTIAN. O king, to me this is a glass: With grief in it I view Example that unto your grace I do not prove untrue. PRAXASPES. Otian, convey your father hence To tomb where he shall lie. OTIAN. And if it please your lordship, It shall be done by and by. Good execution-man, for need Help me with him away. EXECUTION. I will fulfil, as you to me did say. [_They take him away._ KING. My lord, now that my grace hath seen, That finish’d is this deed, To question mine give ’tentive ear, And answer make with speed. Have not I done a gracious deed, To redress my Commons’ woe. PRAXASPES. Yea, truly, if it please your grace, Ye have indeed done so: But now (O king) in friendly wise I counsel you in this; Certain vices for to leave, That in you placed is: The vice of drunkenness (O king) Which doth you sore infect, With other great abuses, which I wish you to detect. KING. Peace, my lord; what needeth this? Of this I will not hear: To palace now I will return, And there to make good cheer. God Bacchus he bestows his gifts, We have good store of wine; And also that the ladies be Both passing brave and fine: But, stay; I see a lord now come, And eke a valiant knight. What news, my lord? to see you here My heart it doth delight. _Enter_ LORD _and_ KNIGHT _to meet the_ KING. LORD. No news (O king), but of duty come, To wait upon your grace. KING. I thank you, my lord and loving knight, I pray you with me trace. My lords and knight, I pray ye tell, I will not be offended: Am I worthy of any crime Once to be reprehended? PRAXASPES. The Persians much praise your grace, But one thing discommend, In that to wine subject you be, Wherein you do offend. Sith that the might of wine effect, Doth oft subdue your brain, My counsel is, to please their hearts, From it you would refrain. LORD.