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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 kind.
Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.
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:
: 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. Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew her
A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave,
There is no other
way ; Unless thou could'st 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 ?
A grandam's name is little less in love,
Advantaging their loan, with interest
Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go;
And when this arm of mine hath chastised
K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance,
K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command,
* entreats. Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King
forbids.5 K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen, Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. Q. Elz. But how long shall that title, ever, 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. As long as heaven, and nature lengthens it. Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. K. Rich. Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject low,
5 In the Levitical Law, Chap. xviii, 14.
Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such sov'
reignty. K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly
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 top
quick. Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead ;Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. 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. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd. K. Rich, I swear. Q. Eliz.
By nothing; for this is no oath.
K. Rich. Now by the world,
'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. K. Rich, My father's death, Q. Eliz.
Thy life hath that dishonour'd. K. Rich. Then, by myself, Q. Eliz.
Thyself is self-mis-us'd.
6 The ensigns of the Order of the Garter,