And to bereaue vs of our father’s crowne:
With me to sanctuarie she did goe,
There to remaine in safetie from our foe.
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Of which, when tidings to the tyrant came,
As one depriued of his wished pray,
His wits best engines he begins to frame,
And if they faile, he doth resolue t’assay
With hands prophane to fetch me thence away:
While from his reach I there did safely won,