Which heauy choyse so hastened mee to chose, That I in part agrieude at his disdayne, In part to wreake the dolefull death of those Two tender babes, his sely[1618] nephewes twayne, By him, alas, commaunded to be slayne, With paynted chere humbly before his face, Strayght tooke my leaue, and roade to _Brecknocke_ place. 58. And there as close and couert as I might, My purposde practise to his passe to bring, In secret drifts I lingrede day and night, All how I might depose this cruell king, That seemde to all so much desyrde a thing, As therto trusting I emprisde the same: But to much trusting brought mee to my bane. 59. For while I now had fortune at my becke, Mistrusting I no earthly thing at all, Unwares, alas, least looking for a checke, Shee mated mee in tourning of a ball: When least I fearde, then nerest was my fall, And when whole hoasts were prest to stroy my foen, Shee chaungde her cheare, and left mee post alone. 60. I had vpraysde a mighty band of men, And marched forth in order of array, Leading my power amid the forest _Dene_, Agaynst the[1619] tyrant banner to display: But, loe, my souldiers cowardly[1620] shranke away: For such is fortune when shee list to frowne, Who seemes most sure, him soonest whurls shee downe. 61. O, let no prince, put trust in commontie, Nor hope in fayth of giddy people’s mynde, But let all noble men take heede by mee, That by the proofe to well the payne do fynde: Loe, where is truth or trust? or what could bynde The vayne people, but they will swerue and swaye, As chaunce brings chaunge, to driue and draw that way. 62. _Rome_, thou that once aduaunced vp so hye, Thy stay, patron, and flowre of excellence, Hast now throwne him to depth of miserie, Exiled him that was thy whole defence, Ne comptest[1621] it not an horrible offence, To reuen him of honour and of fame, That wan it thee when thou hadst lost the same. 63. Behold _Camillus_, hee that first reuiued The state of _Rome_, that dying hee did fynde, Of his owne state is now, alas, depriued, Banisht by them whom hee did thus det-bynde: That cruell folke, vnthankfull and vnkinde, Declared well their false vnconstancie,[1622] And fortune eke her mutabilitie. 64.