“O caitife vile, O impe of Satan’s seede, And hast thou kylde our soueraigne lorde and kyng? His due deserte deserueth death indeede, Yet what made thee to doo so vile a thinge? What though he dyd my father causelesse kyll? What though he rulde the realme with lawlesse wyll? Shall we therefore, with cruel bloudy knyfe, Depriue our lorde and king of vitall lyfe? 38. “O filth fye, may[1221] subiects false surmise, With murthering mindes their gouernour resiste? That may not be: for _Tully_ wonderous wyse, _Plato_, in whom true knowledge dooth consiste, They both agreed that no man ought to kyll A tyrant, though he hath hym at his wyll: Yet thou (thou wretche) this bloudy deed hast donne, The like was neuer seene vnder the sunne. 39. “When God wyl plague the people for their sinne, Them then to scourge he doth a tyrant sende, We should therefore that subiectes be, begin With earnest minde our former faultes t’amende; Which if we do, it is to great auaile, Man’s force is fonde, fighting cannot preuayle: And he who doth resist the magistrate, Resisteth God, repenting al to late. 40. “If subiects be by peruerse prince opprest, They then must pray that God the change maye make: Which God no doubt rebellion doth detest, No subiect may his sword nor[1222] armoure take Against his prince, whom God hath placed there: Yet hath this wretch al voyde of subiecte’s feare, Destroyde a king whome God did thrust from throne: Alas, poore king, thy death I do bemone. 41. “But he who hath thy lyng’ring lyfe destroyde, Shal be destroyd, and finde it passing playne, That no man may a prince’s lyfe anoye: Although the prince desiers to be slayne, Yet subiectes must from sheading bloud refrayne: From which, seeing that this wretch could not abstayne, Let him be hangde as I before decreed, A iust rewarde for his so vile a deed.” 42. Then I forthwith to end my lyfe was led, I hopte to haue preferment for my deede, I was preferde, and hangde al saue the head: Did euer man the lyke example read? Not one I thinke: therefore, good _Memorie_, In register inrolle thou this for mee, That they who liue and read the fall I felt, May finde how fate most strangely with me delte. 43.