What more despite could deuelish beasts deuise, Then ioy their fathers woefull days to see? What vipers vile could so their King despise, Or so vnkinde, so curst, so cruell bee? From thence agayn hee went to _Albany_, Where they bereau’d his seruaunts all, saue one, Bad him content him selfe with that, or none. 21. Eke at what time hee ask’d of them to haue his gard, To gard his noble grace where so hee went: They cal’d him doting foole, all his requests debard, Demaunding if with life hee were not well content: Then hee to late his rigour did repent Gaynst mee, my sisters’ fawning loue that knew, Found flattery false, that seem’d so faire in vew. 22. To make it short, to _Fraunce_ hee came at last to mee, And told mee how my sisters euell[473] their father vsde. Then humbly I besought my noble King so free, That he would aide my father thus by his abusde: Who nought at all my humble hest refusde, But sent to euery coast of _Fraunce_ for aide, Whereby King _Leire_ might home bee well conueyde. 23. The souldiours gathered from ech quarter of the land Come at the length to know the noble Prince’s will: Who did commit them vnto captaynes euery band, And I likewise of loue and reuerent meere good will Desir’d my Lord, hee would not take it ill, If I departed for a space withall, To take a part, or ease my father’s thrall. 24. Hee graunted my request: Thence wee ariued here, And of our _Britaynes_ came to aide likewise his right Full many subiects, good and stout that were: By martiall feats, and force, by subiects sword and might, The _British_ Kings were fayne to yeeld our right: Which wonne, my father well this Realme did guide Three yeares in peace, and after that hee dyde. 25. Then I was crowned Queene this Realme to hold,[474] Till fiue yeares past I did this Island guyde: I had the _Britaynes_ at what becke I would,[475] Till that my louing King mine _Aganippus_ dide: But then my seat it faltered on ech side, My sisters sonnes[476] began with mee to iarre: And for my crowne wagde with mee mortall warre.[477] 26. The one hight _Morgan_ Prince[478] of _Albany_, And _Conidagus_ King of _Cornwall_ and of Wales: Both which at once prouided their artillery, To worke mee woefull woe, and mine adherents bales What neede I fill thine eares with longer tales? They did preuaile by might and powre, so fast That I was taken prisoner at last. 27.