And therewithall the sight did fayle my dazeling eyne, I nothing sawe saue sole _Dispaire_ bad mee dispatch: Whome I behelde: shee caught the knife from mee I weene, And by hir elbowe carian death for me did watch. “Com on (quod I) thou hast a goodly catch.” And therewithall _Dispaire_ the stroke did strike, Whereby I dyde, a damned creature like: 48. Which I to late bewayle, let those a liue beware;[500] Let not the losse of goods or honours them constrayne To playe the fooles, and take such carefull carke and care; Or to dispayre for any prison, pine, and payne; If they be giltlesse let them so remayne; Farre greater follye is it for to kill, Themselues dispayring, then is any ill. 49. Sith first thereby theyr enmyes haue that they desire, By which they proue to deadly foes vnwares a frende: And next they cannot liue, to former blisse t’spyre, If God do bring theyr foes in time to sodayne ende. They lastly, as the damned wretches, sende Theyr soules thereby to darkesome _Stygian_ lake, Which kill the corps that mighty _Ioue_ did make.[501] LENUOY. 1. When as this desperate Queene had ended thus Her tale, and tolde the haplesse grace she had: As of her playnte som poyntes I did discusse, Her sisters dealings were (mee thought) to bad. Her cosens cruell both, for Kingdomes mad. Her owne estate most pityfull to see, A Queene by kinred captiue kepte to bee. 2. So wise a Queene, so fayre a Princesse wrongde, So dutifull in parents plight of yore: By rebells vile hir cousens to bee throngde, Such hatred hir ambiciously that bore. Who euer saw such cruelty before? _Cordilaes_ state most pitifull to see, By kinred cloce in prison kepte to bee.[502] 3. But next from _Wales_ in warlike armoure came With wounded corps Morganus th’ Albane king, In woefull wise his doubtfull tale to frame. And of his auntes distresse reports each thing. Hee from Glamorgan this for truth doth bring, That who by slaughter seekes a prince to bee, As traytoure falles beneath his first degree. How King Morgan of Albany was slayne at Glamorgan, in Wales, The yeare before Christ, 766. 1. I Wot not well what reasons I may vse, To quit myselfe from lasting infamy:[503] Wherefore I must perforce myselfe accuse: I was[504] in fault I cannot it denye. Remorce of conscience pricks my harte so nye, And mee torments with panges of pinching payne, I can no longer mee from speache refrayne. 2.