[♦] Anne. No more than from my soul I mourn for yours.
[90] Q. Eliz. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory!
[♦] Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that takest thy leave of it!
[♦] Duch. [To Dorset] Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!
[♦] [To Anne] Go thou to Richard, and good angels guard thee!
[♦] [To Queen Eliz.] Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
95 I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!
[♦] Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
[♦] And each hour’s joy wreck’d with a week of teen.
[♦] Q. Eliz. Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.