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Queene.
Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus?
Although the Duke was enemie to him,
Yet he most Christian‑like laments his death:
And for my selfe, Foe as he was to me,
Might liquid teares, or heart‑offending groanes,
Or blood‑consuming sighes recall his Life;
I would be blinde with weeping, sicke with grones,
Looke pale as Prim‑rose with blood‑drinking sighes,
And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue.
What know I how the world may deeme of me?
For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends:
It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away,
So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded,
And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach:
This get I by his death: Aye me vnhappie,