[♦] Canst thou demise to any child of mine?
[♦] K. Rich. Even all I have; yea, and myself and all,
[♦] Will I withal endow a child of thine;
250 So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
[♦] Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs
Which thou supposest I have done to thee.
Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness
[♦] Last longer telling than thy kindness’ date.
[255] K. Rich. Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.
Q. Eliz. My daughter’s mother thinks it with her soul.