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For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;
Q. Eliz. O thou well skill'd curses, stay a while, And teach me how to curse mine enemies.
Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the Compare dead happiness with living woe;
[day; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he, that slew them, fouler than he is : Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse; Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Q. Eliz. My words are dull, 0, quicken them with
thine! Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and
pierce like mine. [Exit Queen MARGARET. Duch. Why should calamity be full of words ? Q. Eliz. Let them have scope: though what they
do impart Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
Duch. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd: go with me, And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My [dread) son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd.
[Drum, within. I hear his drum,-be copious in exclaims.
Enter King RICHARD, and his train, marching.
By strangling thee in her accursed womb,
Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother And little Ned Plantagenet, his son ? Clarence ?
Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Duch. Where is kind Hastings ?
[Grey ? K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets !-strike alarum,
drums ! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail' on the Lord's anointed : Strike, I say.
[Flourish. Alarums Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Or with the clamorous report of war Thus will I drown your exclamations.
Duch. Art thou my son ?
K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition, That cannot brook the accent of reproof.
Duch. O, let me speak.
Do, then; but I'll not hear.
Duch. Art thou so hasty ? I have staid for thee, God knows, in torment and in 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 3 and wayward was thy infancy; [ous; Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and furiThy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous;
ii. e. owned.
· A spice of your temper.
3 i. e. peevish.
Thy age confirm’d, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,
K. Rich. If I be so disgracious in your sight,
the drum. Duch.
I prythee, 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 ordinance, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, And never look upon thy face again. Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse; Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more, Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! My prayers on the adverse party fight; And there the little souls of Edward's children Whisper the spirits of thine enemies, And promise them success and victory. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Shame serves' thy life, and doth thy death attend.
[Exit. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit
to curse Abides in
[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.
• i. e. accompanies.
Q. Eliz. And must she die for this ? 0, let her live,
K. Rich. Wrong not her birthøshe is of royal blood.
yours, Than ever you or yours by me were harm’d!
Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of To be discovered, that can do me good ? [heaven, K. Rich. Th’ 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. Éliz. 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.
cousins, again, for nephews.
• i. e. grant.
Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindLast longer telling than thy kindness' date. (ness K. Rich. Then know, that from my soul, I love
thy daughter. Q. Eliz. So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love
her brothers. K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning: I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, And do intend to make her queen of England. Q. Eliz. Well then, who dost thou mean shall be
her king? K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen: Who
else should be? Q. Eliz. What, thou? K. Rich.
Even so: What think you of it, madam? Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her? K. Rich.
That I would learn of you, As one being best acquainted with her humour.
Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?
Madam, with all my heart.
K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not the To win your daughter.
(way Q. Eliz.
There is no other way; Unless thou could'st put on some other shape, And not be Richard that hath done all this.