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That God, the law, my honour, and her love,
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. 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. Eliz. 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 sov'reign, am her subject low. 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 too
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 Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings
which the king's King forbids.] Alluding to the probibition in the Levitical law.
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. Ř. Rich. Then, by myself,Q. Eliz.
Thyself is self-mis-us'd. K. Rich. Why then, by God, Q. Eliz.
God's wrong is most of all. If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him, The unity, the king thy brother made, Had not been broken, nor my brother slain. If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him, The imperial metal, circling now thy head, Had grac'd the tender temples of my child; And both the princes had been breathing here, Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. What canst thou swear by now? K. Rich.
By the time to come. Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'er
past; For I myself have many tears to wash Hereafter time, for time past, wrong’d by thee. The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughter'd.
Ungovernd youth, to wail it in their age:
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!
Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ?
yourself. Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury
them: Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will ?
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.
Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly,
Exit Q. ELIZABETH. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing-woman!“ How now? what news?
Enter Ratcliff; Catesby following. Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarmd, and unresolv’d to beat them back: 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ; And there they hull, expecting but the aid Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore. K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke?
Cate. Here, my good lord.
Catesby, fly to the duke. Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.
K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury; When thou com’st thither,-Dull unmindful villain,
[To Catesby. Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness'
pleasure, What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
changing_woman !] Such was the real character of this Queen dowager, who would have married her daughter to King Richard, and did all in her power to alienate the Marquis of Dorset, her son, from the earl of Richmond.
7 Some light-foot friend, &c.) Richard's precipitation and confusion is in this scene very happily represented by inconsistent or. ders, and sudden variations of opinion. Johnson. VOL. VII.
K. Rich. O, trụe, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy
straight The greatest strength and power he can make, And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
[Exit. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salis
bury? K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, before
Cate. I go.
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before.
K. Rich. My mind is chang’d.—Stanley, what
news with you? Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with
the hearing; Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.
K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad ! What need'st thou run so many miles about, When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? Once more, what news? Stan.
Richmond is on the seas. K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on
Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
K. Rich. Is the chair empty? Is the sword un-