To rob me of my life stood fully bent:
Letters forthwith by messengers design’d,
Forged by wicked wits for their intent,
In our queene mother’s name to me were sent,
Which I accepted as vnfain’d and true,
The tenor of the which doth heere ensue.
21.
“Emma, but only England’s queene in name,
Edward and Alfred, her two sonnes doth greet
From England’s chiefest peeres, who do reclaime