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Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle
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, 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. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Canst thou demise o to any child of mine?
K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine;
-] i. e, constant use. · The high imperial type - ] Type is exhibition, show, display, or perhaps emblem.
i Canst thou demise -] To demise is to grant, from demittere, tu devolve a right from one to another.
So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
kindness Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. K. Rich. Then know, that from my soul, I love
thy daughter Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with her
soul. K. Rich. What do
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
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
brothers, A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Edward, and York; then, haply, will she weep: Therefore present to her,—as sometime Margaret Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, — A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain
The purple sap from her sweet brother's body,
K. Rich. Youmock me, madam; this is not the way
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? Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose but
have thee, Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now
amended: Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, Which after-hours give leisure to repent. If I did take the kingdom from your sons, To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. If I have kill'd the issue of your womb, To quicken your increase, I will beget Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. A grandam's name is little less in love, Than is the doting title of a mother; They are as children, but one step below, Even of your mettle, of your very blood; Of all one pain,-save for a night of groans Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. Your children were vexation to your youth, But mine shall be a comfort to your age. The loss, you have, is but—a son being king, And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen.
bid like sorrow.] Bid is in the past tense from bide.
I cannot make you what amends I would,
* To whom I will retail my conquest won,] To retail is to hand down from one to another. Richard, in the present instance, means to say he will transmit the benefit of his victories to Elizabeth.
That God, the law, my honour, and her love,
K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance.
King forbids.s 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 Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam; that is
- which the king's King forbids.] Alluding to the prohibi tion in the Levitical law.