[♦] This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.
Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argument
That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester’s grove
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
35 But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
Methought I sat in seat of majesty
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
[♦] And in that chair where kings and queens are crown’d;
[♦] Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel’d to me
40 And on my head did set the diadem.