Of our queene sister, Ioan of Scicilie,
Whose husband dead, prince Tancred late elect
To sway the scepter of that emperie,
Did with vnfit repulse her due denie,
Till now at length he by our power compell’d,
Did yeeld her dowrie, which he long withheld.
33.
Keeping the feast of his natiuitie,
Whose birth true peace t’all humane soules did bring,
In Tancred’s court, there first the treacherie