[♦] I would to God that the inclusive verge
60 Of golden metal that must round my brow
[♦] Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
[♦] Anointed let me be with deadly venom,
And die, ere men can say, God save the queen!
[♦] Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;
65 To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
[♦] Anne. No! why? When he that is my husband now
[♦] Came to me, as I follow’d Henry’s corse,
[♦] When scarce the blood was well wash’d from his hands