[♦] And I nothing to back my suit at all,
But the plain devil and dissembling looks,
[♦] And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
[♦] Ha!
240 Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,
Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
[♦] A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Framed in the prodigality of nature,
[245] Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,