26177This Morgan was that time the Prince of Albany,

178And Conidagus King of Cornwall and of Wales;

179Both which at once provided their artillery,

180To work me woeful woe, and mine adherents bales:

181What need I fill thine ears with longer tales?

182They did prevail by might and power so fast

183That I was taken prisoner at last.

27184In spiteful sort they usèd then my captive corse,

185No favor showed to me, extinct was mine estate.

186Of kindred, princess blood, or peer was no remorse,

187But as an abject vile and worse they did me hate.

188To lie in darksome dungeon was my fate,

189As t'were a thief, mine answers to abide,

190Gainst right and justice, under jailor's guide.

28191For liberty at length I sued, to subjects were,

192But they kept me in prison close devoid of trust,

193If I might once escape, they were in dread and fear,

194Their fawning friends with me would prove untrue and just.

195They told me take it patiently I must,

196And be contented that I had my life

197Sith with their mothers I began the strife.

29198Whereby I saw might nothing me prevail to pray,

199Or plead, or prove, defend, excuse or pardon crave.

200They heard me not, despised my plaints, sought my decay,

201I might no law, nor love, nor right, nor justice have,

202No friends, no faith, nor pity could me save;

203But I was from all hope of license barred,

204Condemned my cause like never to be heard.

30205Was ever lady in such woeful wreckful woe,

206Deprived of princely power, bereft of liberty,

207Deprived in all these worldly pomps, her pleasures fro,

208And brought from wealth, to need, distress, and misery?

209From palace proud in prison poor to lie;

210From kingdoms twain to dungeon one, no more;

211From ladies waiting, unto vermin store.