Some hee encased in the coates of beares, Among wilde beastes deuoured so to bee: And some, for pray vnto the hunter’s speares, Like sauage beasts withouten ruth to dye: Sometime, to encrease[1603] his horrible cruelty, The quicke with face to face engraued hee, Ech other’s death that ech mought liuing see. 44. Loe, what more cruell horrour mought bee founde To purchase feare, if feare could stay his raigne? It booted not, it rather strake the wounde Of feare in him, to feare the like agayne: And so he did full oft, and not in vayne, As in his life his cares could witnesse well, But most of all his wretched end doth tell. 45. His owne deare wife, whom as his life hee loued, Hee durst not trust, nor proche vnto her bed, But causing first his slaue with naked sworde To goe before, himselfe with trembling dread, Strayt foloweth fast, and whurling in his head His rolling eyne, he searched[1604] heare and there The deepe daunger that hee so sore did feare. 46. For not in vayne it ran still in his brest, Some wretched hap should hale him to his end, And therefore alway by his pillow prest Had hee a sworde, and with that sworde he wende, In vayne, God wot, all perils to defende: For, loe, his wife, foreyrking[1605] of his raigne, Sleping in bed this cruell wretch hath slaine. 47. What should I more now seeke to say in this, Or one iote farder linger forth my tale? With cruell _Nero_, or with _Phalaris_, _Caligula_, _Domitian_, and all The cruell rout? or of theyr wretched fall? I can no more, but in my name aduert All earthly powres beware of tyraunt’s hart. 48. And as our state endured but a throwe, So, best in vs, the stay of such a state May best appeare to hang on ouerthrowe, And better teach tyraunts deserued hate, Then any tyraunt’s death tofore or late: So cruell seemde this _Richard_ third to mee, That, loe, my selfe now loathde[1606] his cruelty. 49. For when, alas, I saw the tyraunt king Content not only from his nephues twayne To riue world’s blisse, but also all world’s being, Sauns earthly gylt ycausing both be slayne, My heart agrisde[1607] that such a wretch should raigne, Whose bloudy brest so saluagde[1608] out of kinde, That _Phalaris_ had nere[1609] so bloudy[1610] a minde. 50.