Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
[♦] K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
420 Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself to be myself?
[♦] K. Rich. Ay, if yourself’s remembrance wrong yourself.
[♦] Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.
[♦] K. Rich. But in your daughter’s womb I bury them:
[♦] Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed
[425] Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
[♦] K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.