How Herod was smitten.
Upon a certain time King Herod put on a Silver Robe wonderfully wrought, which yield∣ed so gorgeous a Glistering to the Eye, that the * 1.1 shining thereof seemed terrible, and intollerable (almost) to the Beholders: Flatterers forth∣with, one one thing, and another another thing, bolt out such Sentences, as turned, in the end, to his Confusion, and saluting him as God, they added therewith all, be gracious; for though hitherto we have feared thee as Man, yet henceforth we confess thee to be above all mor∣tal Nature. These things the King rebuked not, neither repelled this impious flattery; but after he was smote of an Angel, and then he said, I which seemed to you a God, and was * 1.2 saluted Immortal, am now constrained to end the race of this Life: For we have lived not miserably, but in that prosperous Estate, which is termed blessed.