[♦] Q. Eliz. O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
[♦] O, who hath any cause to mourn but I? [Sitting down by her.
[35] Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverend,
[♦] Give mine the benefit of seniory,
[♦] And let my woes frown on the upper hand.
[♦] If sorrow can admit society, [Sitting down with them.
[♦] Tell o’er your woes again by viewing mine:
40 I had an Edward, till a Richard kill’d him;