[♦] Save that, for reverence to some alive,
I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
[♦] Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
[♦] This proffer’d benefit of dignity;
If not to bless us and the land withal,
[♦] Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
[♦] From the corruption of abusing times,
[♦] Unto a lineal true-derived course.
May. Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you.
[♦] Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer’d love.