[♦] Abides in me; I say amen to all.
[♦] K. Rich. Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you.
[♦] Q. Eliz. I have no moe sons of the royal blood
[200] For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,
They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens;
And therefore level not to hit their lives.
K. Rich. You have a daughter call’d Elizabeth,
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
205 Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? O, let her live,
And I’ll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty;