After the conquest of Ierusalem, The princes did amongst themselues accord, To crowne my temples with the diademe, That my abode might in distresse afford Comfort t’all christians gainst the heathen sword: But tidings of my brother _Rufus_ fall, From Palestine to England me did call. 75. That sword renownd with fall of Pagan foes Now did brandish gainst my brother’s brest, That sheeld, which did the Persian oft oppose In skirmish in the field, was now addrest Against my friends, to worke mine owne vnrest: And all mine ensignes fam’d in forraine fight At Winchester did waue in _Henrie’s_ sight. 76. Where, close to swords in fight we would haue stood Had not our friends foreseene the future harmes Of our debate, who tending either’s good, To calme the tempest of warre’s threatfull stormes, First caus’d vs lay aside our angrie armes, Then counsell’d _Henrie_ to such couenants yeeld As _Rufus_ did, when he the state did weeld. 77. As he, while he did liue, for England’s crowne, Inioyned was by general states decree Three thousand markes each yeare to pay me downe, So _Henrie_, younger borne by birth, then he, To like conditions thenceforth should agree, To which we both consenting did depart, One from the other seeming pleasde in hart. 78. But hooded with the shew of outward loue, Beguiling my simplicitie of mind, He in the end a deadly foe did proue, In my franke brest by nature too too kind, A cunning way to catch me he did find: Into the best minds pliable to good, Deceit soone enters maskt in truth’s plaine hood. 79. His queene, a woman sweetly tongu’d and faire, By whom the king at his desire did aime, With speech so affable did so insnare My princely pliant thoughts, that in the same, She could impresse, what forme she pleas’d to frame: So free was I, that what her heart could craue, As was my wont, with prodigue hand I gaue. 80. The tribute due for England’s emperie, At her request I freely gaue away, Whereby my title and my dignitie I lost, in that I could not then gain-say A queene’s request, proud _Henrie_ had his prey: A woman’s power to proue my power but vaine, What I had done did soone vndoe againe. 81. Wanting in after times necessitie, Those golden sinewes of my dukedome’s state, To strengthen my much weakned royaltie, I gaue the king words of despitefull hate, And for reuenge tooke armes: but froward fate With clouds of shame did now eclipse the shine Of all my conquests, won in Palestine. 82.