Have ye not seen sometime a palë face (Among a press) of him that hath been lad 1605 Toward his death, where he getteth no grace, And such a colour in his face hath had, Men mightë know him that was so bestad 1606 Amongës all the faces in that rout? So stood Constance, and looked her about.

O queenës living in prosperity, Duchesses, and ye ladies every one, Havë some ruth 1607 on her adversity! An emperor’s daughtér, she stood alone; She had no wight to whom to make her moan. O blood royál, that standest in this drede, 1608 Far be thy friendës in thy greatë need!