You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth.
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
And must she die for this? O, let her
And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty,
Slander myself as false to Edward's bed,
Throw over her the veil of infamy;
So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter,
I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.
Wrong not her birth; she is a royal
To save her life I'll say she is not so. (4.4.12)
I go. Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
Kissing her. Exit QUEEN ELIZABETH
Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman! (4.4.51)