For neuer wight so euill did or thought,
But would some rightfull cause pretend, though rightly nought.
To whom she answerd, Then it is by name xxxi
Proteus, that hath ordayn’d my sonne to die;
For that a waift, the which by fortune came
Vpon your seas, he claym’d as propertie:
And yet nor his, nor his in equitie,
But yours the waift by high prerogatiue.
Therefore I humbly craue your Maiestie,
It to repleuie, and my sonne repriue: