The Duke, my husband, and my children both,
And you, the calendars of their nativity,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me,
After so long grief such nativity!"
I read this passage thus:
"Thirty-three years have I been gone in travail
Of you, my sons, until the present hour.
My heavy burthen here delivered,
The Duke, my husband, and my children both,
And you, the calendars of their nativity,