Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; name, K. Rich. 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd your grace To breakfast once, forth of my company. Duch. madam. I pr'ythee, hear me speak. Hear me a word; For I shall never speak to thee again. K. Rich. So. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordi nance, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse; Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. [Exit. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse Abides in me; I say amen to her. [Going. K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word with you. Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,— They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; And therefore level not to hit their lives. K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd - Elizabeth, Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? O, let her live, So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say. she is not so. Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were con- K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes destiny: My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my cousins. Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, 4 Unavoidable. 5 Constant. Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize, Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of heaven, To be discover'd, that can do me good? K. Rich. The advancement of your children, gentle lady. Q. Eliz. Up to some 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. Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Canst thou demise to any child of mine? K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine; So in the Lethe of thy angry soul Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness 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 meaning: 6 Bequeath. I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen: Who else should be? That I would learn of you, Madam, with all my heart. As one being best acquainted with her humour. K. Rich. Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. way To win your daughter. There is no other way; Unless thou could'st put on some other shape, K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her? Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose but have thee, 7 Perhaps. K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now amended: Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, They are as children, but one step below. The king, that calls your beauteous daughterwife, Familiarly shall call thy Dorset - brother; Of ten-times double gain of happiness. |