If I did take the kingdom from your sons,
295 To make amends, I’ll give it to your daughter.
If I have kill’d the issue of your womb,
To quicken your increase, I will beget
Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter:
A grandam’s name is little less in love
300 Than is the doting title of a mother;
They are as children but one step below,
[♦] Even of your mettle, of your very blood;
Of all one pain, save for a night of groans