That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
[♦] Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
50 And in conclusion wins the king from her,
[♦] With promise of his sister, and what else,
To strengthen and support King Edward’s place.
[♦] O Margaret, thus ’twill be; and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went’st forlorn!
[55] Sec. Keep. Say, what art thou that talk’st of kings and queens?
K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born to: