No more then what my hart intends,
And that is to enioie thee for my loue.
La. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto,
[75] I know I am too bad to be your Queene,
[♦] And yet too good to be your Concubine.
K Edw. You cauill widdow, I did meane my Queene.
La. Your grace would be loath my sonnes should call you father.
[♦] K Edw. No more then when my daughters call thee
80 Mother. Thou art a widow and thou hast some children,
And by Gods mother I being but a bacheler