While in the French court, yet vnfrown’d vpon By _Charles_ her brother king, she did abide, Our Exceter’s true bishop _Stapleton_, Ioyn’d in commission with her to decide The iar ’twixt vs and France, now seeing her pride Burst out in plaine reuolt, returning ouer The seas from her, did all her drifts discouer. 90. Thus their close treason bare and naked made, As blushing at their open shame descride, To cloake the cause of their intent t’inuade, They vow no more to brooke the _Spencers_ pride, Nor shall the queene vniustly be denide The presence of the king, they all will die, Or order things that stand in state awrie. 91. King _Charles_ her brother, while they thus deuise, Whether with our rich gifts or promise won, Or with respect to his owne royalties, Or that he would not be a looker on, While vnto maiestie such wrong was done: First wooes our queene for peace, whom wilfull bent, He exiles France to frustrate her intent. 92. Who now would thinke that she should euer find A hopefull helpe her weaknesse to repaire? Bewitching beautie, O how dost thou blind The eyes of man! thy soule is deemed faire, Thy euill good, thy vice a vertue rare: In thy distresse although thy cause be wrong, Thou mou’st remorse and mak’st thy partie strong. 93. Those yonger bloods, _Arthois_ and _Beaumont_, Without respect vnto her cause’s right, Those certaine helpes to her do oft recount In Heinault to be found, if she excite The earle thereof to pitie her sad plight: Which by a match pretended might be done, Betwixt his daughter and the prince our sonne. 94. As they gaue counsell, so it came to passe, She t’Heinault goes with _Beaumont_ for her guide, And with kind welcome entertained was: Where while _Heinault_ and she with ioy prouide To make his daughter our yong _Edward’s_ bride, To England lets turne backe, and see at home How we prepare against the storme to come. 95. To stand vpon our guard against such harme, And backe our cause against inuading ill, All castles and strong holds with men we arme, The coasts are kept, beacons on euery hill Are set for spies: O had the ioynt good will Of subiects loue with me their soueraigne bin, Th’inuading foes had found hard entrance in. 96.