[♦] Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester?
Now, for my life, she’s wandering to the Tower,
[♦] On pure heart’s love to greet the tender princes.
Daughter, well met.
[5] Anne. God give your graces both
A happy and a joyful time of day!
[♦] Q. Eliz. As much to you, good sister! Whither away?
[♦] Anne. No farther than the Tower, and, as I guess,
Upon the like devotion as yourselves,
[10] To gratulate the gentle princes there.