That all my treaties had but ill pretence,
And when I sawe my king so bent to lust,
That with his fayth hee past not to dispence,
Which is a prince’s honour’s chiefe defence:
I could not rest till I had found a meane
To mend his misse, or els to marre him cleane.
7.
[Wherefore] I mee allied[1123] with his brother George,
Incensing him his brother to maligne,
Through many a tale I did against him forge: