To breake the match betwixt my neece and him.
60.
For Anne my queene, great Warwicke’s daughter deere,
By poyson’s force I sent vnto the dead:
Which done, my troubled thoughts I vp did cheere,
In hope I might my brother’s daughter wed,
And bring her vnto mine incestuous bed:
Foule sinne I now do feare in no degree,
That I from feare of Richmond may be free.
61.