For if his valure once be mou'de revenge on them to take,
Which doe our sovraigne Princes lawes, like beastly beastes forsake;
Tys not the cruell stormy rage, nor gathered force of those,
Nor yet the crooked crabbtree lookes of greasye glibbed foes
Can make him to revoke the thing his honor hath pretended,
But that Dame Justice must proceede 'gaynst those that have offended.
For Mars will see the finall end of trayt'rous waged warres,
To plucke the hartes of Rebells downe, that lately pearst the starres.
To yelde them guerdon for desertes by rigour of his blade,
And with the same to gall their hartes, which such uprores have made.
Loe, where it is in open sight, most perfect to be seene,
Which sheweth the fatall end aright of rebells to our Queene.