Against brauery

WHen Romane Mutius had in countrey quarrell,
The seruant killed, to the Masters terror:
What time his eye deceiu'd with rich apparell,
Did cause his hand commit that happy error:
The King amaz'd at so rare resolution,
Both for his safety, and his reputation:
Remou'd the fire, and stay'd that execution:
And for his sake, made peace with all his Nation.
Perhaps it is from hence the custome springs,
That oft in Court Knues goe as well as Kings.