And first shee must by dayes together three, Through _London_ streetes passe all along in sight Barelegd and barefoote, that all the world might see, Bearing in hand a burning taper bright, And not content with this extreme despite, To worke mee woe in all they may or can, Exilde shee was into the ile of _Man_. 45. This heynous crime and open worldly shame, Was[725] such rigour shewed vnto my wife, With[726] a fine fetch further thinges to frame, And nothing els but a preparatiue First from office, and finally from life Mee to depriue, and so passing further, What lawe could not, to execute by murther. 46. Which by slie driftes and windlaces aloofe, They brought about, perswading first the queene, That in effect it was the kinge’s reproofe, And her’s also, to bee exempted cleane From princely rule, or that it should be seene A king of yeares, still gouerned to bee Like a pupill, that nothing could foresee. 47. The daunger more, considering the king Was without childe, I being his next heyre, To rule the realme as prince in euery thing Without restraynt, and all the sway to beare: With people’s loue, whereby it was to feare That my haut heart, vnbrideled in desire, Time would preuent, and to the crowne aspire. 48. These with such like were put into her heade, Who of her selfe was thereto soone enclind, Other there were that this ill humour fed, To neyther part that had good will or mind, The duke of _Yorke_ our cosin most vnkinde, Who keeping close a title to the crowne, _Lancaster’s_ house did labour to pull downe. 49. The stay whereof hee tooke to stand in mee, Seeing the king of courage nothing stout, Neyther of witte great perill to foresee, So for purpose, if hee could bring about Mee to displace, then did hee litle doubt To gayne the goale, for which hee droue the ball, The crowne (I meane) to catch ere it should fall. 50. This hope made him agaynst mee to conspyre With those which foes were to ech other late, The queene did weene to win her whole desire, Which was to rule the king and all the state If I were rid, whom therefore shee did hate, Forecasting not, when that was brought to passe, How weake of friendes the king her husband, was. 51.