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 poison that do poison neede,

28362649Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead,

28372650I hate the murtherer, loue him murthered:

28382651The guilt of conscience 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 protest 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 wash this bloud off from my guiltie hand:

28482661March sadly after, grace my mournings heere,

28492662In weeping after this vntimely Beere.