For you haue lost a beautious Spouse, my Lord;
And yet the rich hopes of a royall Crowne
Might mitigate your sorrow. You are next.
Nic. Doe not renew my griefe with naming that.
Oh that it were to morrow! happie day,
Bestow’d on some more meritorious,
That might continue long, for I am old.
I should be well content.
Gent. Say not so:
There’s no one merits that more then your selfe: