Sith Vna now he algates must forgoe,
Whom his victorious hands did earst restore
To natiue[438] crowne and kingdome late ygoe:
Where she enioyes sure peace for euermore,
As weather-beaten ship arriu’d on happie shore.
Him therefore now the obiect of his spight iii
And deadly food[439] he makes: him to offend
By forged treason, or by open fight
He seekes, of all his drift the aymed end:
Thereto his subtile engins he does bend,[440]