And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
But as this title honours me and mine,
[♦] So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
75 K. Edw. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:
What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
80 Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;