[♦] That so he might recover what was lost.
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET.
First Gaol. My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
[♦] Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
[35] Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
Mor. Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
[♦] And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
40 That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.