Farewell Madames my Ladyes, car ie suis perdu,
Il me fault aler desespoir m’adonne conseil
De me tuer, no more your Queene farewell.
My cousens[499] mee oppresse with mayne and might,
A captiue poore, gaynst Justice all and right.”
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And therewithall the sight did fayle my dazeling eyne,
I nothing sawe saue sole Dispaire bad mee dispatch:
Whome I behelde: shee caught the knife from mee I weene,
And by hir elbowe carian death for me did watch.