I shall obey, and truly bring to light
The darke dissembling, and the much vntroth
Of periur’d peeres, to rob vs of our right,
How our queene mother carefull of us both,
With me to holy sanctuarie goth,
And of our vncle’s plots to bring me thence,
Which was the only bar to his pretence.
27.
When fame with terrour vnto our queene mother,
Then dewing our dead father’s cheekes with teares,