Fell on us all, hath that unhappy name,
Save in her prayers, been known to pass her lips
Before this day. She names him now, and weeps;
But now her tears are tears of thankfulness,
For blessed hath thy coming been to her
And all who loved the King.
His faltering voice
Here fail’d him, and he paused: recovering soon,
When that poor injured Lady, he pursued,
Did in my presence to the Prince absolve