Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
[♦] The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
[40] And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
Ay, but she’s come to beg, Warwick, to give;
She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry,
He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
45 She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed;
He smiles, and says his Edward is install’d;