This royall issue of a late dead king:
Yours be the charge, vnto the child proue true:”
Which said, she thus gaue me my last adew.
39.
“Farewell my little sonne, God be thy aid:”
With that she turn’d about, and wept for woe:
Then being about to part, she turn’d and said,
“Kisse me my sonne, kisse me before thou go,
When we shall kisse againe, our God doth know:”
We kist, she sigh’d, I wept and did refuse