But true it is, that when the oyle is spent, xxx The light goes out, and weeke[781] is throwne away; So when he had resigned his regiment, His daughter gan despise his drouping day, And wearie waxe[782] of his continuall stay. Tho to his daughter _Regan_[783] he repayrd, Who him at first well vsed euery way; But when of his departure she despayrd, Her bountie she abated, and his cheare empayrd. The wretched man gan then auise too late, xxxi That loue is not, where most it is profest, Too truely tryde in his extreamest state; At last resolu’d likewise to proue the rest, He to _Cordelia_ him selfe addrest, Who with entire affection him receau’d, As for her Syre and king her seemed best; And after all an army strong she leau’d, To war on those, which him had of his realme bereau’d. So to his crowne she him restor’d againe, xxxii In which he dyde, made ripe for death by eld, And after wild, it should to her remaine: Who peaceably the same long time did weld: And all mens harts in dew obedience held: Till that her sisters children, woxen strong Through proud ambition, against her rebeld, And ouercommen kept in prison long, Till wearie of that wretched life, her selfe she hong. Then gan the bloudie brethren both to raine: xxxiii But fierce _Cundah_ gan shortly to enuie His brother _Morgan_, prickt with proud disdaine, To haue a pere in part of soueraintie, And kindling coles of cruell enmitie, Raisd warre, and him in battell ouerthrew: Whence as he to those woodie hils did flie, Which hight of him _Glamorgan_, there him slew: Then did he raigne alone, when he none equall knew. His sonne _Riuallo_[784] his dead roome did supply, xxxiv In whose sad time bloud did from heauen raine: Next great _Gurgustus_, then faire _Cæcily_ In constant peace their kingdomes did containe, After whom _Lago_, and _Kinmarke_ did raine, And _Gorbogud_, till farre in yeares he grew: Then[785] his ambitious sonnes vnto them twaine Arraught the rule, and from their father drew, Stout _Ferrex_ and sterne _Porrex_ him in prison threw. But O, the greedy thirst of royall crowne, xxxv That knowes no kinred, nor regardes no right, Stird _Porrex_ vp to put his brother downe; Who vnto him assembling forreine might, Made warre on him, and fell him selfe in fight: Whose death t’auenge, his mother mercilesse, Most mercilesse of women, _Wyden_ hight, Her other sonne fast sleeping did oppresse, And with most cruell hand him murdred pittilesse.