Myght hym well se and also beholde,
And unto them the very cause she tolde.
Lo, howe with shame she her love rewarded.
His payne and sorowe she nothyng regarded;
Thus at the last he adowne was brought,
Replete with shame, it vayleth hym ryght nought.
Thus with great anger he his love confounded,
Healyng the stroke whiche that she hath wounded.
And by his craft he in Rome did drenche
Every fyre for he left none to quenche,