They falsely did accuse of treacherie My two halfe brothers by our mother’s side, Lord _Marquesse_ and lord _Grey_, then standing by, Objecting gainst them both, that prickt with pride They sought the realme and me, yet yong, to guide; And with our vncle _Riuers_, thought to bring The noble peeres in hatred with the king. 23. Without respect vnto our princely state, With violent hands they beare them both away, Too weake were we of power t’auert that fate, Which in our sight did threaten their decay, Our words were weaker, _Gloster_ bore the sway: _Riuers_ my vncle, _Vaughan_, _Grey_, all three, After that time I neuer more did see. 24. Rob’d of my friends, to London we are led, Vpon the way mourning with sighes and teares, The wretched fate to fall vpon my head, Griefe with a multitude of pensiue feares Sits heauie on my heart: yet in my eares _Gloster_ to please me, sings this syren’s song, “All should be well:” when nought was ment but wrong. 25. Conuey’d to London, where while I abide Within the bishop’s place, I little knew Of any tidings, that did then betide, The tyrant, (brother _Yorke_) then aim’d at you To hasten that, which after did ensue: Then take your turne againe, and briefely tell, What in my absence vnto you befell. _Richard._ I shall obey, and truly bring to light The darke dissembling, and the much vntroth Of periur’d peeres, to rob vs of our right, How our queene mother carefull of us both, With me to holy sanctuarie goth, And of our vncle’s plots to bring me thence, Which was the only bar to his pretence. 27. When fame with terrour vnto our queene mother, Then dewing our dead father’s cheekes with teares, Brought the surprise of her two sonnes and brother, O how those tidings tingled in her eares! Suspitious thoughts begat a thousand feares, Forecasting by that vnexpected harme, The greater mischiefe of a following storme. 28. In this distraction of a doubtfull mind In change of state, seeing such crosse fortune’s frowne, And doubting in distressefull times to find, Her friends turn’d foes to helpe to plucke vs downe, And to bereaue vs of our father’s crowne: With me to sanctuarie she did goe, There to remaine in safetie from our foe. 29.