Rich. Th' aduancement of your children, gentle Lady
Qu. Vp to some Scaffold, there to lose their heads
Rich. Vnto the dignity and height of Fortune,
The high Imperiall Type of this earths glory
Qu. Flatter my sorrow with report of it:
Tell me, what State, what Dignity, what Honor,
Canst thou demise to any childe of mine
Rich. Euen all I haue; I, and my selfe and all,
Will I withall indow a childe of thine:
So in the Lethe of thy angry soule,
Thou drowne the sad remembrance of those wrongs,
Which thou supposest I haue done to thee
Qu. Be breefe, least that the processe of thy kindnesse
Last longer telling then thy kindnesse date
Rich. Then know,
That from my Soule, I loue thy Daughter
Qu. My daughters Mother thinkes it with her soule
Rich. What do you thinke?
Qu. That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule
So from thy Soules loue didst thou loue her Brothers,
And from my hearts loue, I do thanke thee for it
Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
I meane that with my Soule I loue thy daughter,
And do intend to make her Queene of England
Qu. Well then, who dost y meane shallbe her King