28322645A deed of
slaunder with thy fatall hand,
28332646Vpon my head and all this famous Land.
28342647Exton. From your owne mouth my
Lo. did I this deed.
28352648King. They loue not poi
son that do poi
son neede,
28362649Nor do I thee; though I did wi
sh him dead,
28372650I hate the murtherer, loue him murthered
: 28382651The guilt of con
science take thou for thy labor,
28392652But neither my good word, nor Princely fauour;
28402653With Cayne go wander through
shades of night,
28412654And neuer
shew thy head by day nor light
. 28422655Lordes, I prote
st my
soule is full of wo,
28432656That bloud
should
sprincle me to make me grow:
28442657Come mourne with me, for what I do lament,
28452658And put on
sulleyn blacke incontinent,
28462659Ile make a voiage to the holly lande,
28472660To wa
sh this bloud o
ff from my guiltie hand:
28482661March
sadly after, grace my mournings heere,
28492662In weeping after this vntimely Beere
.