[♦] And I the rather wean me from despair
For love of Edward’s offspring in my womb:
[♦] This is it that makes me bridle passion
[20] And bear with mildness my misfortune’s cross;
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
King Edward’s fruit, true heir to the English crown.
[25] Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
[♦] Q. Eliz. I am inform’d that he comes towards London,