And make earth’s springtime laugh for me once more.
Bam. Nought in all my bishopric hath grieved me
Like this strange act of Henry’s. I have spoke him
Happily in all save only this.
Patience, my Lady, patience, look to Heaven.
Perchance some day he’ll know thy noble heart.
Queen. O, Bamburg, as the queen of this great realm,
More sacred, as the mother of his child,
I beg you get me audience. Did I plead,
His heart might soften.