Disdain’d my freends, and of the statelye Rome
Despoilde the Empire of her best attire,
Contemn’d that power that made me so much fear’d,
A slaue become vnto her feeble face.
O cruell, traitres, woman most vnkinde,
Thou dost, forsworne, my loue and life betraie:
And giu’st me vp to ragefull enemie,
Which soone (ô foole!) will plague thy periurye.
Yelded Pelusium on this Countries shore,
Yelded thou hast my Shippes and men of warre,