Makes me the bolder to salute my king
30 With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
And over-joy of heart doth minister.
King. Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
Her words y-clad with wisdom’s majesty,
[♦] Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
35 Such is the fulness of my heart’s content.
Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
[♦] All [kneeling]. Long live Queen Margaret, England’s happiness!
Queen. We thank you all. [Flourish.