This falsë knight was slain for his untruth By judgëment of Alla hastily; And yet Constance had of his death great ruth; 1615 And after this Jesus of his mercý Made Alla weddë full solemnëly This holy woman, that is so bright and sheen, And thus hath Christ y-made Constance a queen.

But who was woeful, if I shall not lie, Of this wedding but Donegild, and no mo’, The kingë’s mother, full of tyranny? Her thought her cursed heart would burst in two; She would not that her son had donë so; Her thought it a despite that he should take So strange a creature unto his make. 1616