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Duch. Why should calamity be full of words? Queen. Windy attorneys to their client-woes, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing orators of miseries ! Let them have scope, tho' what they do impart Help nothing else, yet they do ease the heart. Duch. If so they be not tongue-ty'd. Go with
me, And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My damned son, that thy two sweet sons finother’d.
[Drum within. I hear his drum, be copious in exclaims,
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Duch. O, she that might have intercepted thee,
crown, Where should be branded, if that right were right, The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that crown, And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children?
Duch. Thqu toad, thou toad, where is thy brother And little Ned Plantagenet his son ? [Clarence, Queen Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan,
Duch, Art thou my lon?
self. Duch. Then patiently, hear my impatience. K, Rich, Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
That cannot brook the accent of reproof.
Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my words.
Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have staid for thee,
K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you?
Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
call’d your Grace
-Strike up the drum.
Duch. Hear me a word';
R. Rich. So,
Duch. Either thou'lt die by God's juit ordinance;
Therefore take with thee iny inuit heavy curse;
Abides in me. I lay Amen to her. [Gous: K. Rich. Stay, Madam, I 'mult speak a word with
you. ! Queen. I have no more sons of the royal blood For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; And therefore level not to bit their lives.
K Rich. You have a daughter calid Elizabeth, Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
Queen. And must fhe die for this ? O let her live, And Pll corrupt her manners, ftain her beauty, Slander myself as false to Edward's bed, Throw over her the veil of infamy; So she may live unscarr'd from bleeding flaughter, I will confess the was not Edward's daughter. K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, the is of royal
blood. Queen. To save her life, 11 fay fre is not fo. K. Rich. Her life is fafest only in her birth. Queen. And only in that safety dy'd her brothers. K. Rich. No, at their births good stars were op
posite. Queen. No, to their lives bad friends were con
trary. K. Rick. All unavoided is the doom of destiny.
Queen. True ; when avoided grace makes destiny. My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, If grace had bleft thee with a fairer life. K. Rich You speak as if that I had fain my
cousins? Queen. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozeb'd Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. Whose hands foever lanc'd their tender hearts, Thy head, all indire&ly, gave direction. No doubt the murd'rous knife was dull and blunt Till it was whetted on thy ftone-hard heart, To revel in the intrails of my lambs. But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes? And I in such a defp'rate bay of death, Like a poor bark, of fails and tackling reft, Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bolom.
K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my, enterprize, And dangerous succels of bloody wars, As I intend more good to you and yours, Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd.
biteen. What good is cover'd with the face of To be discover'd, that can do me good ! [heav'n, K. Rich. Th’ advancement of your
children, gen. tle Lady. Queen. Up to fome scaffold, there to lose their
heads. K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, The high imperial type * of this earth's glory.
Queen. Flatter my sorrows with report of it. Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour, Cantt thou demise to any child of mine?
K Rich. Evin all I have ; ay, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine; So in the Lethe of my angry foul Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs Which thou supposest I have done to thee.
Queen. Be brief,left that the process of thy kindness Lait longer telling than thy kindness do. K. Rich. Then know, that from my soul I love
thy daughter Queen. My daughter's mother thinks it with her K. Rich. What do you think?
*[foul. Queer. That thou doit love my daughter from thy,
soul : Sa from thy fou!'s love didět thou love her brothers; And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it.
K. Rich. Bę not for bafty to confound my meanI mean that with my foul I love thy daughter, [ing; And do intend to make her Queen of England.
Queen. Say then, who doft- thou mean thall be K Rich yn he that makes her, Queen ; who
elle should be? Queca, Wbatn thou: K. Rich, Even for how think you of it? Queen. How canft thou woo.her..: you and ... thethione
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K. Rich. I would learn of you,
K. Rich. You mock me, Madam; this is not the
K. Richa Say that I did all this for love of ber.
X. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now
* Bid is the past tense from bide. Johnson.