Here on my knee I vow to God above,
30 I’ll never pause again, never stand still,
Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine
[♦] Or fortune given me measure of revenge.
Edw. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;
[♦] And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!
35 And, ere my knee rise from the earth’s cold face,
I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
Beseeching thee, if with thy will it stands