With that was I (poore wretche) content to take the knife, But doubtfull yet to dye, and fearefull fayne would byde. So still I lay in study with my selfe at bate and strife, What thing were best of both these deepe extreames vntryde, _Good Hope_[493] all reasons of _Despayre_ denyde: And shee agayne replyde, to proue it best To dye, for still in life my woes increast. 41. Shee cal’d to minde the ioyes in _Fraunce_ I whilome had: Shee told me what a troupe of Ladyes was my trayne: And how the Lordes of _Fraunce_ and _Britaynes_, both were glad Of late to wayte on mee, and subiects all were fayne: She tolde I had bin Queene of Kingdomes twayne, And how my kinesmen[494] had my seate and Crowne. I could not rise, for euer fallen downe. 42. A thousand thinges beside recited then _Despayre_: Shee tolde the woes in warres, that I had heapt of late, Rehearst the prison vile in steede of Pallace fayre, My lodging lowe and mouldy meates my mouth did hate; Shee shewde mee all the dongeon where I sate, The dankish walles, the darkes, and bade mee smell, And byde the sauour if I likt it well. 43. Whereby I wretch deuoyd of comfort quite and hope, And pleasures past comparde with present paynes I had, For fatall knife slipt forth, my fearefull hand did grope: _Despayre_ in this to ayde my senceles limmes was glad, And gaue the blade: to end my woes she bad. “I will (quoth I) but first with all my hart Ile pray to Gods, reuenge my woefull smart. 44. “If any wrong deserue the wrecke, I pray yon skyes, And starres of light, (if you my plight[495] doe rue) O _Phœbus_ cleere, I thee beseech and pray likewise, Beare witnes of my playnts well knowne to Gods are true. You see from whence these iniuryes they grue. Then let like vengeaunce hap and light on those, Which vndeserued were my mortall[496] foes. 45. “God graunt immortall[497] strife betweene them both may fall, That th’ one[498] the other may, without remorce, distroye: That _Conidagus_ may his cosin _Morgan_ thrall, Because hee first decreast my wealth, bereft my ioye. I pray you Gods he neuer be a _Roy_: But caytife may be payde with such a frend, As shortly may him bring to sodayne end. 46. “Farewell my Realme of _Fraunce_, farewell, _Adieu,_ _Adieu mes nobles tous_, and _England_ now farewell: Farewell Madames my Ladyes, _car ie suis perdu,_ _Il me fault aler desespoir m’adonne conseil_ _De me tuer_, no more your Queene farewell. My cousens[499] mee oppresse with mayne and might, A captiue poore, gaynst Justice all and right.” 47.