[♦] Told me, the king, provoked by the queen,
Devised impeachments to imprison him:
[♦] And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
[♦] And hugg’d me in his arm, and kindly kiss’d my cheek;
[25] Bade me rely on him as on my father,
[♦] And he would love me dearly as his child.
[♦] Duch. Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
[♦] And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile!
[♦] He is my son; yea, and therein my shame;
30 Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.