Bu.
FOule villaine, can pitchie coloured soule
Permit eare to heare her caules doome?
And not inforce tongue that tale controule,
That must vniustly bring her to her too me.
Oh Salome selfe repaid,
For all the benefits that done:
art the cause I haue the queene betraid,
my hart to darkest false-hood wonne.
I am condemn'd, heau'n gaue me not my tongue
To slander innocents, to lie, deceiue:
To be the hatefull instrument to wrong,
The earth of greatest glory to bereaue.
My sinne ascends and to heau'n crie,
It is the blackest deed that euer was:
And there sit an Angell notarie,
That record it downe in leaues of brasse.
Oh how my heart quake: Achitophel,
founds a meanes selfe from shame to free:
And sure my soule approues not well,
All follow some, and I will follow .