And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
[♦] Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d,
[♦] To watch the waning of mine adversaries.
5 A dire induction am I witness to,
And will to France, hoping the consequence
[♦] Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.
[♦] Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes here?
Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF YORK.
[♦] Q. Eliz. Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!
[10] My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!