doughtere him lete entere with mochel honour at Leycetre.--Whenne that kyng Leir was dede Cordeill his yongeste doughter helde and hadde the lande v yere and in the mene tyme deide here lorde Agampe that was kyng of Fraunce and efter his dethe she lefte wedowe. And tho come Morgan and Conadage, that wer Cordiell sistre sones, and to hire had enuye for as moche that hire aunte shuld haue the lande: so that betwene ham they ordeyned a grete pouer and vppon hire werrede gretely, and neuere they reste til that they hadde here taken and putte hire vnto dethe. M. S. Brute. [503] Selfe from blame, blame worthy I. ed. 1575. [504] Am. ib. [505] Mothers, ed. 1575. [506] Foe-mens. N. [507] I deem’d if that I might once put her downe. N. [508] By force or fraud I did intend alone, To sit as King vpon the Britaine throne. N. [509] Nephewes. ed. 1575. [510] O caytife vile, that did constraine a Queene. N. [511] Nay traytour I as nowe by proofe is seene. ed. 1575. [512] For vengeaunce and at length procurde. ib. [513] Cunedagius “slough Morgan that was rebel ayanst him in Glamorgan in Wales, and by cause of that happe that countree is called Morgan’s londe.” _Polychronicon._ [514] That. N. [515] THE AUTHOUR. With that Morganus quickly past away, The night me thought likewise was far epast, Whereby it weried me so long to staye, But Morpheus bad me bide and see the last, “(Quoth he) the stories passe awaye as fast, “As doth the tyme, and sith th’art nigh th’ende: “Thou nedste not grutche, so short a space to spend.” And turning then him selfe from me asyde, He calde the next which therwithall in sight Appear’d, and all his breste with bloud bedide. What chaunce (quoth I) hath so thy corps bedight, Thou worthy prince, or what mishaps of fight? “I will (quoth he) with all my hart vnfolde “My fatall fall, and therwithall he tolde.” [516] This legend is not in the first edition. [517] Which sought by outrage golden gaines to winne. N. [518] A sleepie sicknesse, nam’d the Lethargie, Opprest me sore till death tooke life away: This was the guerdon of my gluttonie, As with the candles light the flie doth play, Though in the ende it worke her liues decay: So of the gluttons cup so long I drunke, Till drown’d in it with shamefull death I sunke. N. [519] This line omitted by Niccols. [520] In the first edition this legend is in quatrains. _Forrex declares howe hee minding to kill his brother which ruled with him (that he might therby raigne alone) was by him slain. About the yeare before Christe, 491._ Pride moues the mindes of stately wightes Such hauty hartes to haue, And causeth vs for glory vayne, That is not ours to craue. Pryde pluckes out reason forth hir place, And planted will in stede: She puffes our mindes with vayne desires, Our fancies fonde to feede.