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SCENE III.

EDWARD.
Imperious woman! but the voice of woe
Is ever clam'rous: 'tis the privilege,
The charter of affliction to complain.—
This tardy Suffolk! how I long to know
Yet dread to hear my fate! Elizabeth,
On thee the colour of my future life
Depends, for thou alone can'st make me blest,
Or curs'd for ever:—O! this cruel doubt
Is worse than all my tortures: but he comes,
Th'ambassador of love.