Shame on my deedes of death and tyrannie:
Thus in my rule I liue belou’d of none,
Dreaded of many, hated of euerie one.
59.
To my distresse some comfort to applie,
And that I may remoue the onely thing,
On which earle Richmond’s hopes doe most relie:
Now such strange mischiefe I doe set on wing,
That neuer age the like to light did bring:
Through blood to incest I intend to swim,