Not _Herkleye’s_ treason plotted in that truce, Which for aduancement, most ambitious man, He did intend t’our aduersarie _Brewce_: Nor the new troubles, which _Valoys_ began In our dominions Guien and Aquitaine, Shall be the subiect of our sadder verse: Matter of more importance we rehearse. 74. O _Isabel_ my queene, my vnkind queene, Thy shame must be the subiect of our song, Had not the weaknesse of thy faith been seene, When faithlesse thou wast led to do that wrong To him that liu’d in loue with thee so long: That royall blood in Berklie castle spilt, Had now not stain’d our storie with thy guilt. 75. The scene of lust foreruns the act of blood, Priapus doth his lustfull breath inspire Into the queene, the ocean’s wauie flood Cannot extinguish fancie’s burning fire, Nor coole the scalding thirst of her desire: With heate of lust her inward heart doth gloe, T’imprisoned _Mortimer_ my mortall foe. 76. Heere let not any take offensiue spleene, Or taxe these rimes, for that to light they bring Th’incontinence of our disloyall queene: Nor thy muse grieue this argument to sing, Which is confirmed by the wronged king: Foule is the fault, though nere so quaint the skill, That conceales truth to lessen any ill. 77. _Wigmore’s_ false _Mortimer_, (whose fatall name Vniuocall to him of all his line: Whether from feare of death we fetch the same, Or of the dead seas sinke we it define, The deeds of death t’ensue doth well diuine) Reserued was by fate within the tower, With time to turne the glasse of my last houre. 78. On him the queene by loose affection led Did cast her fancie, burning in the flame Of priuie lust, which strong desier fed: And wanting her delight in wanton game, To coole her lust-burnt blood with dregs of shame, Did cast about how she might him release, That he might giue her loue-sicke passions ease. 79. It is not bands, nor walles, nor thousands spies That can the woman’s wicked will preuent: Let loue intreate, set shame before her eies, Let plighted faith, first virgin vow’d consent, And the wombe’s fruit that giues loue most content, Perswade with her: yet can they neuer stay Her wanton will, if she will go astray. 80. By sleepie potion of effectuall power To charme the sense, whether by her conuey’d, Or by himselfe deuised in the tower, _Segraue_ the constable was captiue made, With many more to senselesse sleepe betray’d: While _Mortimer_, vnthought vpon, escapes And vnto France his prosperous iourney shapes.