And by the mother's love I never knew
Though dreamed on, I am innocent of blood,
Nor did I ever see or know your son.
Ade. Ah, I have found him, lords! O, you old men,
If any here be old, do you not hear
The mighty Henry speak in this young voice?
My grandsire, Louis, bends that brow on me,
That eye has flashed such light from 'neath a crown.
[To Kent] Be not amazed; thou art my only born.
Thy mother's heart could not so falsely beat