And to the king in hast this newes do beare,
Who to their words his will doth so incline,
That Clarence match is broke by his designe:
King Edward iealous of his children’s fate,
Gainst Clarence in his heart beares secret hate.
23.
This opportunitie I straight do snatch,
Striking the steele while yet the fire is in,
In the king’s brest such hatred I do hatch
Against our brother, that his hand I win