Of Milan greatë Barnabo Viscount , God of delight, and scourge of Lombardy, Why should I not thine infortúne account, 4219 Since in estate thou clomben wert so high? Thy brother’s son, that was thy double allý, For he thy nephew was and son-in-law, Within his prison madë thee to die, But why, nor how, n’ot 4220 I that thou were slaw. 4221