Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. The losse you haue, is but a Sonne being King,
Rich. And by that losse, your Daughter is made Queene.
Rich. I cannot make you what amends I would,
Rich. Therefore accept such kindnesse as I can.
Rich. Dorset your Sonne, that with a fearfull soule
Rich. Leads discontented steppes in Forraine soyle,
Rich. This faire Alliance, quickly shall call home
Rich. To high Promotions, and great Dignity.
Rich. The King that calles your beauteous Daughter Wife,
Rich. Familiarly shall call thy Dorset, Brother:
Rich. Againe shall you be Mother to a King:
Rich. And all the Ruines of distressefull Times,
Rich. Repayr'd with double Riches of Content.
Rich. What? we haue many goodly dayes to see:
Rich. The liquid drops of Teares that you haue shed,
Rich. Shall come againe, transform'd to Orient Pearle,
Rich. Aduantaging their Loue, with interest
Rich. Of ten‑times double gaine of happinesse.
Rich. Go then (my Mother) to thy Daughter go,
Rich. Make bold her bashfull yeares, with your experience,