And here you one thing chiefely haue to note, That his pretence was punisht as the fact: For hee no bloudshed wrought (as well you wote) But purposde was to worke a bloudy act, And that both time and place therefore hee lact: Let such then know, as haue such thoughts in vre, No murder stable Kingdome can procure. 3. For if _Iehoua_ did his purpose dint, How much will hee the factours punish more: Let noble men from such endeuours stint, And loue embrace where hatred was before: _Iehouae’s_ ioyfull impes embrace this lore: For _Porrex_ here can tell, they may bee sure, No murder stable kingdome can procure. How King Porrex[533] which slewe his brother was slayne by his owne mother and hir maydens, about the yeare before Christ, 491. 1. Can cursed _Cayne_ that captiue scuse him selfe, That slew his brother _Abel_ innocent: Or _Typhon_ tell a reason for himselfe, Why hee _Osiris_ downe[534] to _Lymbo_ pent? King _Dardan_ then may doe the lyke perdy,[535] They slewe their brethren each, and so did I. 2. The wicked witch _Medæa_ rent in peeces smalle _Absirtus_ limmes her brother, did not shee? Shee threw him in the way dismembred all, That so hir father’s iourney stayde might bee: _Orodes_ eke did sley his brother[536] _Mithridate_: And so did I my brother [_Forrex_] in debate. 3. _Learchus_ slewe his brother for the Crowne, So dyd _Cambyses_ fearing much the dreame: _Antiochus_ [the great] of infamous renowne His brother slewe, to rule alone the realme: _Ardieus_ dyd the lyke for kingdome’s sake, So dyd my selfe like wise away my brother take.[537] 4. _Mempricius_ lewde of lyfe likewise did kill His brother _Manlius_, for the same intent: These Princes vile were brother sleyers ill, For kingdomes sake vnnaturally bent: But reade the storyes, thou shalt finde it playne, The bloudy wretches all were after slayne. 5. Euen so I _Porrex_ eke, which slewe my brother, And ruled once the _Britayne_ land with him, Vnkindly kilde was by my cruell mother, Which with hir maydens chopt mee euery limme: As I lay sleeping on my bed at rest, Into my chamber full and whole they prest. 6. Apoynted well they were with weapons sharpe, And boldly layde on me with all their might: Oft quite and cleane they thrust me through the heart, And on my corps each where theyr weapons light: They chopt me small (I say) as flesh to pot, And threwe mee out my limes yet trembling hot. 7.