On whom great Arthur I begot anone:
And after him my Anna hight the faire,
In seeming blisse I long liu’d void of care,
For thrice nine yeares with Igren I did raigne,
And ’gainst the Saxons did my state maintaine.
But for the rape of Gorolus his wife,
The heauens did powre down vengeance on my head,
I by vntimely death did end my life,
My sad soule hence enforc’d by poison fled,
By Saxons wrought, who often wish’d me dead,