In feare alwayes, least I should stur them to[981] strife,
For guylty hearts haue neuer quiet life.[982]
10.
Yet at the last, in Henrye’s dayes the sixt,
I was restored to my father’s landes,
Made duke of Yorke: where through my minde I fixt
To get the crowne and kingdome in my handes,
For ayde wherein I knit assured handes
With Neuil’s stocke, whose daughter was my make,
Who for no woe would euer mee forsake.[983]