Since I came hither, Countess, I am wronged.
Countess. Now, God forbid that any in my house
Should think my sov’reign wrong! Thrice gentle king,
Acquaint me with your cause of discontent.
Edward. How near then shall I be to remedy?
Countess. As near, my liege, as all my woman’s power
Can pawn itself to buy thy remedy.
Edward. If thou speak’st true, then have I my redress.
Engage thy power to redeem my joys,
And I am joyful, Countess; else I die.