That her perswaded to disclose the breach,
Which loue and fortune in her heart had wrought,
And said; Faire[257] Sir, I hope good hap hath brought
You to inquire[258] the secrets of my griefe,
Or that your wisedome will direct my thought,
Or that your prowesse can me yield reliefe:
Then heare the storie sad, which I shall tell you briefe.
The forlorne Maiden, whom your eyes haue seene xliii
The laughing stocke of fortunes mockeries,
Am th’only daughter of a King and Queene,