From all the flaughters, wretch, that thou haft done. And little Ned Plantagenet, his fon? Queen. Where is kind Haftings, Rivers, Vaughan,Gray? K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets! ftrike alarum, drums! Let not the heavens hear thefe tell tale women Bail on the Lord's anointed. Strike, I say. [Flourish. Alarums. Either be patient, and intreat me fair, K Rich. Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition, That cannot brook the accent of reproof. Dutch. I will be mild, and gentle in my words. K. Rich. And brief, good mother, for I am in hafte. Dutch. Art thou fo hafty? I have staid for thee, God knows, in anguifh, pain and agony. K. Rich. And came I not at laft to comfort you? Dutch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'ft it well, Thou cam'ft on earth to make the earth my hell. A grievous burthen was thy birth to me, Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; Thy fchool-days frightful, defp'rate, wild and furious; Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold and venturous: Thy age confirm'd, proud, fubtle, fly and bloody. What comfortable hour canft 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 fo difgracious in your fight, Let Let me march on, and not offend your Grace. Strike up the Drum. Dutch. I pr'ythee, hear me speak. For I fhall never speak to thee again. K. Rich. So, Dutch. Either thou'lt die by God's just ordinance, Therefore take with thee my moft heavy Curfe;: Shame ferves thy life, and doth thy death attend. [Exit. Queen. Tho' far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse Abides in me, I fay Amen to her. [Going. K. Rich. Stay, Madam, I must speak a word with you. Queen. I have no more Sons of the royal blood For thee to flaughter; for my daughters, Richard, They fhall be praying Nuns, not weeping Queens; And therefore level not to hit their lives. K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth, Queen. And muft the die for this? O let her live, So he may live unfcarr'd from bleeding flaughter. K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, fhe is of royal blood.. Queen Queen. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. Queen. True; when avoided grace makes destiny. My babes were deftin'd to a fairer death, If grace had bleft thee with a fairer life. K. Rich. You fpeak, as if that I had flain my cousins ? No doubt, the murd'rous knife was dull and blunt, But that fill ufe of grief makes wild grief tame, K. Rich. Madam, fo thrive I in my enterprize, Queen. What good is cover'd with the face of heav'n, To be discover'd, that can do me good? K. Rich. Th' advancement of your children, gentle lady. Queen. Up to fome feaffold, 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 forrows with report of it; Tell me, what ftate, what dignity, what honour, Canft thou demife to any child of mine? K. Rich. Ev'n all I have; ay, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine: So in the Lethe of thy angry foul Thou drown the fad remembrance of thofe wrongs; Queen. Be brief, left that the process of thy kindness Last longer telling than thy kindness do. K. Rich K. Rich. Then know, that from my foul I love thy daughter. Queen. My daughter's mother thinks it with her foul. K. Rich. What do you think? Queen. That thou dost love my daughter, from thy So from thy foul's love, didft thou love her brothers; K. Rich. Be not fo hafty to confound my meaning; Queen. Say then, who dost thou mean fhall be her K. Rich. Ev'n he, that makes her Queen; who elfe Queen. What, thou! K. Rich. Ev'n fo; how think you of it? K. Rich. I would learn of you, As one being best acquainted with her humour. Queen. And wilt thou learn of me? K. Rich. With all my heart. weep: Queen. Send to her, by the man that flew her brothers, Tell her, thou mad'ft away her uncle Clarence, Mad'ft quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. K. Rich. You mock me, Madam; this is not the way To win your daughter. Queen. There's no other way, Unless thou could't put on fome other shape, K. Rich K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her. Queen. Nay then, indeed, she cannot chufe but hate thee; Having bought love with fuch a bloody spoil.. K. Rich. Look, what is done, cannot be now amended; Men fhall deal unadvisedly fometimes, Which after hours give leifure to repent of. The liquid drops of tears, that you have shed, (12) (12) The liquid Drops of Tears, that you have shed, Shall come again, transform'd to orient Pearl, Advantaging their Love with Intereft, Shall Oftentimes double gain of Happiness,] The great Improvement to: |