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Duch. Why should calamity be full of words?
Q. Eliz. Windy attornies to their client woes, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing orators of miseries ! 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 damned 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, 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. Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden
crown, Where should be branded, if that right were right, The slaughter of the prince that ow'ds that crown, And the dire death of my poor sons, and brothers ? Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children? Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother
K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets! --strike alarum,
drums! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's annointed : Strike, I say.-
[Flourish. Alarums. Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Or with the clamorous report of war Thus will I drown
exclamations. Duch. Art thou my son? 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 condi.
Duch. O, let me speak.
Do, then; but I'll not hear. 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 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 8 and wayward was thy infancy ; Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and fu
rious; Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous ; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,
6 Disposition, 7 Cross. 8 Touchy, fretful.
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred:
call'd your grace
madam. Strike up
the drum. Duch.
I pr’ythee, hear me speak.
Hear me a word; For I shall never speak to thee again.
K. Rich. So.
[Exit. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less
spirit to curse Abides in me; I say amen to her.
K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word with
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, And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty ; Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed; Throw over her the yeil of infamy: So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal
blood. Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say she is not so. K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her brothers. K. Rich. Lo, at their births, good stars were oppo
site. Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were con
trary. 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 cou«
sins. Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd
Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
nails were anchor'd in thine eyes ;
K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize,
yours, Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd! 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, gen
tle 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;
K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all,
7 A crown.