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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,

SC. EN E V.
Enter King Richard, and his Train.
K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition ?

Duch. O, she that might have intercepted thee,
By strangling thee in her accursed womb,
„From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done.
Queen. Hid'lt thou that forehead with a golden

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,

Gray?
K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum,

drums!
Let not the heav'n hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed. Strike, I say.

(Flourin. Alarums.
-Either be patient, and intreat me fair,
Or with the clamorous report of war
Thus will I drown your exclamations.

Duch, Art thou my lon?
K. Rich. Ay, I thank God, my father, and your-

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.
K. Rich. And brief, good mother, for I am in haste.

Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have staid for thee,
God knows in anguish, pain, and agony.

K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you?

Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell.
A grievous burden was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
Thy school-days frightful, delprate, wild and fu-

rious;
Thy prime of inanhood, daring, bold and venturous;
Thy age confirin'd, proud, fubtle, fly and bloody.
What comfortable hour canst thou name,
That ever grac'd me in thy company ?
K. Rich Faith, none but Humphry Houre, that

call’d your Grace
To breakfast once forth of my company.
If I be so disgracious in your siglit,
Let me marcii on, and not offend your Grace.

-Strike up the drum.
Duch I prythee hear me speak.
K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.

Duch. Hear me a word';
For I shall never fpeak to thee again.

R. Rich. So,

Duch. Either thou'lt die by God's juit ordinance;
Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror ;
Or I with grief and extreme age thall perish,
And never look upon thy face again.

Therefore take with thee iny inuit heavy curse;
Which in the day of battle tire thee more
Than all the compleat armour that thou wear'lt!
My prayers on the adverie party fight,
And there the little souls of Edward's children
Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,
And promise them fuccels and victory!
Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end!
Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. (Ex.
Queen. Tho' far' more caule, yet niuch leis ipirit

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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,
As one being best acquainted with her humour.'

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Queen. And wilt thou learn of me?
K. Rich. With all my heart.
Queen. Send to her, by the man that flew her

brothers,
A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave
Edward and York; then, haply, will she weep :
Therefore present to her, as foinetime Margʻret
Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,
A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain
The purple tide from ber sweet brother's bodies,
And bid her wipę her weeping eyes therewith:
If this inducement move her not to love,
Send her a letter of thy noble deeds;
Tell her thou mad'It away, her uncle Clarence,
Her uncle Rivers ; ay, and for her fake,
Mad'It quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.

K. Rich. You mock me, Madam; this is not the
To win your daughier.

[way
Queen. There's no other way,
Unlefs thou could put on some other shape,
And not be Richard that hath done all ihis

K. Richa Say that I did all this for love of ber.
Queen. Nay, then indeed she cannot chuse but

hate thee,
Having bought love with fuch a bloody spoil.

X. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now
Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, '[amnended;
Which after-hours give leisure to repent of.
If I did take the kingdom from your fons,
To make amends, 111 give it to your daughter.
If I have kill'd the iffie of your womb,
To quicken your increafe I will beget
Mine issue of your blood. upon your daughter.
A grandam's name is little lefs in love
Than is the dating sitle of a mother;
They are as children but one step below,
Ev'n of your metal, of your very

blood;
of all one pain, fave for a night of groans
Endur’d:of her, for whom you bid * like ferrov.

* Bid is the past tense from bide. Johnson.

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