I doubt not then but innocence shall make
False [accusation] blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know,
[Who] least will seem to do so, my past life
Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,
As I am now unhappy; which is more
Than history can pattern, though devised
And play'd to take spectators. For behold me
A fellow of the royal bed, which [owe]
A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,