The proofe wherof I found most true in deede, That pryde afore, hath shame to wayt behinde: Let no man doubt, in whom this vice doth breede, But shame for pride by iustice is assynde, Which I well found, for truely in my minde Was neuer none, whome pride did more enflame, Nor neuer none receiued greater shame. 12. For not content to bee a duchesse great, I longed sore to beare the name of queene, Aspiring still vnto an higher seat, And with that hope my selfe did ouerweene Since there was none, which that time was betweene _Henry_ the king, and my good duke his eame, Heyre to the crowne and kingdome of this realme. 13. So neare to bee, was cause of my vayne hope And long awayte, when this faire hap would fall: My studies all were tending to that scope, Alas, the while to councell I did call Such as would seeme, by skill coniecturall Of art magique and wicked sorcery, To deeme and dyuine[681] the prince’s destiny: 14. Among which sort of those that bare most fame There was a beldame called the witch of _Ey_, Old mother _Madge_ her neighbours did her name,[682] Which wrought wonders in countryes by here say, Both feendes and fayries her[683] charming would obay: And dead corpsis[684] from graue shee could vp rere, Such an inchauntresse [as] that time had no peere. 15. Two priests also, the one hight _Bolenbroke_, The other _Suthwell_, [great] clerkes in coniuration,[685] These two chapleins were they that vndertooke To cast and calke the kinge’s constellation,[686] And then to iudge by deepe[687] diuination Of thinges to come, and who should next succede To _Englande’s_ crowne, all this was true in deede. 16. And further sure they neuer did proceede, Though I confesse that this attempt was ill, But for my part, for any thing in deede, Wrought, or else thought, by any kinde of skill, God is my iudge I neuer had the will, By any inchauntment, sorcery, or charme, Or otherwise, to worke my prince’s harme. 17. Yet nethelesse,[688] when this case came to light By secrete spies to _Cayphas_, our cardinall, Who long in hart had borne a priuy spight To my good duke, his nephue naturall, Glad of the chaunce so fitly forth to fall, His long hid hate with justice to color, Used this case with most extreame rigor. 18.