21186But O, the greedy thirst of royal crown

187That knows no kindred, nor regards no right,

188Stirred Porrex up to put his brother down;

189Who, unto him assembling foreign might,

190Made war on him, and fell himself in fight;

191Whose death t'avenge, his mother merciless,

192Most merciless of women, Wyden hight,

193Her other son fast sleeping, did oppress

194And with most cruel hand him murdered pitiless.

22195Here ended Brutus' sacred progeny,

196Which had seven hundred years this scepter borne

197With high renown and great felicity.

198The noble branch from th'antique stock was torn

199Through discord, and the royal throne forlorn.

200Thenceforth this realm was into factions rent

201Whilst each of Brutus boasted to be born,

202That in the end was left no monument

203Of Brutus, nor of Briton's glory ancient.