The iudgement was, such foes should pillered bee By necke, in forke made fast full sure to byde; And should with rods so long there beaten bee, Untill therewith the woefull captiues dyde; From this correction therefore fast I hyde, And eke from _Galba_ then proclaymed Emprour newe, For feare of [doomed] death, by deedes deserued due. 14. By night (I say) forsaken quite, I fled, And _Sporus_ th’eunuche most impure likewise, With others three, like filthy life that led: To slay my selfe I desperate then deuise, Whom all the world did so for sinne despise; And thirsting sore in flight, full fayne I [sweetly] dranke The waters foule, which standing long in diches stanke.[1021] 15. My seruaunts would not mee requested kill:[1022] Haue I (quoth I) no foe, nor yet no frend, To reaue mee from this feare of conscience ill? Will no man make of _Nero_ naught[1023] an end? With that my brest to poynt of sword I bend, With trembling hand, which _Sporus_ holpe to stay, And on the same my selfe assayde to slay. 16. With that, of _Galbae’s_ seruaunts one drewe nie, With fayned cheere, as though hee helpe mee would: To late you come, call you this helpe (quoth I)? Is this the friendshippe firme and fayth you holde? My life was filthy, vile for to beholde, My death more vile shall bee, more filthy I departe: With that I fell on sword, which ran me through the harte.[1024] How Sergivs Galba the Emperour of Rome (gieuen to slaughter, ambition, and glotony) was slayne by the souldiers, The yeare of Christ, 71. 1. Amongst the hawty Emprours downe that fell, I _Sergius Galba_ may bee placed here, Where who so sees and markes my dealings well, To him may soone the fruites of fraude appeare; All murders great are bought with price full deare; Foule slaughters donne, procure as fowle a fall, As hee deserues that workes the woefull thrall. 2. In _Rome_ some time I _Prætour_ chosen was, And then obtaynde of _Spayne_ the prouince fayre, To gouerne there, I brought by friends to passe, In hope to be the Emprour _Neroe’s_ heyre. For when the _Romaynes_ did of him dispaire, So bent at home to slaughter, lust and vice, By warres abroad I wan the prayse and price. 3.