Then let an intercessor plead,—some prince,—your queen.
Let all this happen where some spacious public place
May let all see, that all may know of my disgrace.
Then drive me forth; away from thee in exile sent;
And they’ll receive me, under feint of sorrow bent.
‘In secret,’ I’ll pretend, ‘a Christian I’m at heart;
Call God to witness how my faith has worked my hurt.25
The King a knowledge gained of zeal in me that burned;
Its flame to put out quite, his anger on me turned.
I strove to hide my faith, my leaning to keep hid;