In spitefull sorte they vsed then my captiue corse: No favour shewde to mee, extinct was mine estate: Of kinred, Prynces, bloud, or peere was no remorce, But as an abiect vile, and worse, they did mee hate. To lie in darkesome dungeon was my fate, As t’were a thiefe, mine aunsweres to abide, Gaynst right and justice, vnder Jailour’s guide. 28. For liberty at length I su’d to subiects were: But they kept mee in prison close, deuoide of trust: If I might once escape, they were in dread and feare Their fawning friends with mee would proue vntrue and iust. They told mee take it patiently I must, And bee contented that I had my life: Sith with their mother’s I began the strife. 29. Whereby I sawe might nothing mee preuaile to pray, To pleade, or proue, defend, excuse, or pardon craue: They heard mee not, despis’d my plaints, sought my decay, I might no lawe, nor loue, nor right, nor justice haue. No friends, no faith, nor pittie could mee saue: But I was from all hope of freedome[479] bard, Condem’d, my cause like neuer to bee heard. 30. Was euer noble Queene so drencht in wrecks of woe,[480] Depos’d[481] from Princely powre, bereft of liberty, Depriu’d of all these worldly pompes her pleasures fro, And brought from wealth to neede, distresse, and misery, From Pallace proude in prison poore to lie, From Kingdomes twayne, to dungeon one, no more, From Ladies wayting, vnto vermine store? 31. From light to darke, from holesome aire to lothsom smell, From odoure sweete to smart, from ease to greeuous paine, From sight of Princely Wights, to place where theues doe dwell, From dainty beds of downe, to bed of strawe full fayne: From bowres of heauenly hewe, to dennes of daine: From greatest haps that worldly wights atchiue, To more distresse then any wretch aliue? 32. When first I left my friends in _Fraunce_ did me exalte,[482] And eke my noble King, mine _Aganippus_ true: And came to _England_, for their heynous facts and faulte, Which from his right and kingdome quite our father threwe, To take his[483] Realme: to raigne and treason knewe, I thinke of all misfortunes was the worst: Or else I deeme the causers al accurst. 33. For marke my haplesse fall that fortune did me send,[484] As thus in prison[485] vile on liue[486] I lingring lay, When I had mourned long, but found no faythfull fren That could me helpe, or ayde, or comfort any way, Was seru’d at meate as those that[487] Kinges betray With fare God wote was simple, bare, and thin, Could not sustayne the corps it entred in. 34.