This had: I partid with my father from my fere, We came to Britayne with our royal campe to fight: And manly fought so long our enmies vanquisht were By martial feates, and force by subiects sword and might. The Brityshe kinges were faine to yelde our right: And so my father well this realme did guide, Three yeares in peace and after that he dide. Then I at Leircester in Ianus temple, made His tombe, and buried there his kingly regall corse, As sondry tymes in life before he often bade: For of our father’s will we then did greatly force, We had of conscience eke so much remorce, That we supposde those childrens liues to ill: Which brake their father’s testament, and will. [469] Who for I could not flatter did lesse fauour beare. N. [470] Betwixt their husbands twaine they causde him to agree. N. [471] Of sixtie Knights that on him should attendant bee. N. [472] As thus in his distresse he lay lamenting fates. N. [473] Ill. N. [474] And I was Queene the kingdoms after stil to holde. ed. 1575. [475] Becke and bay I wolde. ib. [476] Two churlishe impes. ib. [477] This stanza follows in edit. 1575. The one hight Morgan th’ elder sonne of Gonnerell, My sister, and that other Conidagus hight. My sister Ragan’s sonne, that lou’de me neuer well, Both nephewes mine yet would against mee Cordell fight, Because I lou’de always that semed right; Therefore they hated mee and did pursue Their aunte and Queene as she had bene a jewe. [478] This Morgane was that time the Prince. ib. [479] Licence. ed. 1575. [480] Was euer lady in such wofull wreckfull wo. ib. [481] Depriu’de. ib. [482] When first I left, the crowne of France did me exhalt. ed. 1575. When friends I left in France that did me first exhalt. N. [483] This. ed. 1575. [484] That drawes at length to ende. ib. [485] As in this pryson. ib. [486] Vile aliue. N. [487] Their. ed. 1575. [488] Carkas on couch of straw. ed. 1575. [489] A deadly. ib. [490] _i. e._ poniards. [491] Or libertie agayne. ed. 1575. [492] Get. ib. [493] My Hope. ib. [494] Nephewes. ib. [495] My wofull plight. ed. 1575. [496] Deadly. ib. [497] A mortal. ib. [498] That one. ib. [499] Nephewes. ed. 1575. [500] Which I, alasse, lament, bid those aliue beware. ib. [501] Their soules to hell, when as they vndertake To kill a corps, which God did liuely make. THE AUTHOUR. Now when this desperate Queene had ended thus Hir tale, and told what haplesse grace she had: As of hir talke some pointes I did discusse, In slomber faln I waxed wondrous sad, Hir nephewes dealings were me thought to bad: Which greu’de me much, but Morpheus had let bee, And therewithall presented one to mee.