Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. K. Rich. Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with. her soul. K. Rich. What do you think? Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul: So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it. K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my mean ing: I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, K. Rich. Even he that makes her queen: who else should be? Q. Eliz. What, thou? K. Rich. Even I: what think you of it, madam? Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her? K. Rich. That would I learn of you, As one being best acquainted with her humour. Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me? K. Rich. Madam, with all my heart. Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engraven If this inducement force her not to love, Tell her thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. way To win your daughter. Q. Eliz. There's no other way; Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, And not be Richard that hath done all this. K. Rich. Say that I did all this for love of her. Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee, Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now amended: Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, I cannot make you what amends I would, The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, Of ten times double gain of happiness. Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? her father's Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle? That God, the law, my honour and her love, Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. K. Rich. Tell her the king, that may command, entreats. Q. Eliz. That at her hands which the king's King forbids. K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. last? K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? K. Rich. So long as heaven and nature lengthen it. Q. Eliz. So long as hell and Richard like of it. K. Rich. Say I, her sovereign, am her subject love. Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty. K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. told. K. Rich. Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale. Q. Eliz. Plain and not honest is too harsh a style. K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too Q. Eliz. O no, my reasons are too deep and dead; Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their grave. K. Rich Harp not on that string, madam; that is past. Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break. K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown, Q. Eliz. Profaned, dishonoured, and the third usurped. K. Rich. I swear Q. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath : The George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour; The garter, blemished, pawned his knightly virtue; The crown, usurped, disgraced his kingly glory. If something thou wilt swear to be believed, Swear then by something that thou hast not wronged. K. Rich. Now, by the world Q. Eliz. 'T is full of thy foul wrongs K. Rich. My father's death- Thy life hath that dishonoured. K. Rich. Then, by myself- Thyself is self misused. K. Rich. Why then, by God— Had not been broken, nor my brother slain : |