Or nature’s hestes vntrue.
For when I deemde the crowne was mine,
Which had my brother slayne,
O griefe to tell, my mother, and
Hir maydens wrought my payne.
Both for my fault, and for she lou’de
My brother Forrex still:
With all hir maydes she came by night,
My sleeping corps to kill.
And I that slombring sleeping lay,