Let hell make crookt my mind to answere it.
I had no father, I am like no father,
[70] I haue no brothers, I am like no brothers,
And this word Loue which graybeards tearme diuine,
Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me, I am my selfe alone.
Clarence beware, thou keptst me from the light,
75 But I will sort a pitchie daie for thee.
[♦] For I will buz abroad such prophesies,
As Edward shall be fearefull of his life,