Her mother queene (strange that it should bee so)
Wonne with faire words consents vnto the same:
Who forc’d by feare, or by distresse brought low,
In hope to raise her state againe (fond dame)
In vaine doth wooe her daughter in my name:
Which heau’n abhorring hastens on my end,
And by my death preuents what I pretend.
62.
The royall virgin doth so much detest
My damn’d intent that I no grace can finde,