A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers?
[♦] Where are thy children? wherein dost thou joy?
[♦] Who sues to thee and cries ‘God save the queen’?
[95] Where be the bending peers that flatter’d thee?
[♦] Where be the thronging troops that follow’d thee?
Decline all this, and see what now thou art:
For happy wife, a most distressed widow;
For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
[100] For queen, a very caitiff crown’d with care;