The arrogant deliuerie of this speech, Vnto th’impeachment of our royall right, Did in our former loue make such a breach, That with contracted brow for such despight, We did in rage command him from our sight, And did this cruell paine on him impose, That he for such offence his eyes should lose. 19. But when such readie instruments of ill, Who for reward act any villanie, To Rouen castle came t’effect my will: _Hubert de Bourgh_ a man of valiancie, That then had _Arthur_ in his custodie, Withstood their purpose, and his part did take, Saying, that I those words in furie spake. 20. The heate of anger cool’d, conscience began In th’eare to whisper how I had offended, And when I heard how _Hubert_ valiant man, Prevented had what I in rage intended, As reason would, his courage I commended: Yet after this by _Arthur’s_ haplesse woes, I did incurre the scandall of my foes. 21. Close kept in Rouen castle by that knight, Whose wals his steps from starting thence did bound, Casting in mind how to escape by flight, At last vnfortunate a way he found To climbe the wall, that did begirt him round: A forward mind impatient to sustaine, The losse of freedome did procure his baine. 22. Haste prickt him forward to redeeme the time, Greedie desire his freedome to regaine, Aboue the castle walles did cause him clime: From whence as enuious fate did first ordaine, He downe did fall into the riuer Seyne: Whose waues against that castle wals did swell, Where to the world he breath’d his last farewell. 23. He dead, vnto my charge false _Philip_ laid That in his blood I had imbru’d my hands, And in reuenge thereof did craue the aid Of many princes, who with warlike bands Did in their rage depopulate my lands: T’whose distresse with aid I could not come, Worse fortunes did befall me heere at home. 24. Mischiefe on mischiefe fals t’encrease my woes, At home my faithlesse barons do rebell, The Irish rise, the Welch turn’d treacherous foes, And enuie, lest this monster I should quell Of many heads, her selfe comes vp from hell, And stirres vp Rome to ioyne her hands with hate; No king did fall beneath so hard a fate. 25. The heau’ns foretold such things before their time, Before my haplesse hand that cup did take, In whose blacke deadly wine my death did swim, Th’whole aggregate of heau’n did seeme to shake, Sad signes on earth my tragicke fall forespake: Seldome such fatall deeds of death are done, But prodigies do their euents forerun. 26.