Meane time _Canute_, th’vsurper of our right, Hug’d in the armes of peace, and finding none That could oppose themselues against his might, After all stormes of warre were ouerblowne, By blood gan tyrant-like t’vsurpe the throne: For without cause the royall blood he spilt Of _Edmund’s_ brother _Edwin_, void of guilt. 7. King _Edmund’s_ sonnes, those faultlesse infants twaine, _Edmund_ and _Edward_ by his sterne decree, Were sent vnto the Norway king hight _Swaine_, He being design’d to act their death: but hee Lamenting their mishaps, did set them free, And sent them both vnto th’Hungarian king, Who kept them safe beneath his soueraigne wing. 8. _Canute_ being freed from doubtfull feare of those, That to the diademe might make iust claime, To peacefull pleasure did his thoughts dispose, And gan to thinke how with some royall dame, He in chast bed might amplifie his name, No sonne he had t’enioy this wretched soile, But _Harrold_ basely borne of beautie’s spoile. 9. Vpon our mother he did cast his loue, On whose dislike of loue we both did build Our future hopes, but she, alas, to proue The weakenesse of her sexe, as prompt to yeeld, Leauing vs both, whom she from harme should sheeld, Did cast her wauering thoughts vpon _Canute_, And in the end did grant his vniust suit. 10. (O) who doth know the wandring eye, that feeds Th’vnstedfast fancie of weake women’s heart, Constant in nought, but in inconstant deeds, In weaknesse strong, as if the soule’s best part Composed were by fond loue’s artlesse art: Alas, that faithlesse faults should so excell, Where faultlesse faith with reason ought to dwell. 11. She bath’d in blisse, while we lay drown’d in woe, She grew in pride, while we did pine away, She soft embrac’d in th’armes of our false foe, Did smile at our mishaps, while day by day We did expect our loued liues decay: For fatall ’tis to princes royall borne Where tyrant’s browes the garland doth adorne. 12. So long with her _Canute_ she liu’d in loue, Till with loue’s fruit her wombe to wex begun, Which being brought to light, a sonne did proue: But when that twice nine times the golden sun In heauen’s bright zodiack through the signes had run, The clouds of care began the dolefull night, Which did eclipse the shine of her delight. 13.