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 contrary. K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes destiny. My babes were destined to a fairer death, If grace had blest thee with a fairer life. cousins. K. Rich. You speak as if that I had slain my Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise, As I intend more good to you and yours, Than ever you or yours by me were harmed! Q. Eliz. What good is covered with the face of heaven, To be discovered, 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 honor, K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine; So in the Lethe of thy angry soul Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kind ness 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 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? Madam, with all my heart. As one being best acquainted with her humor. K. Rich. 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. 1 The second folio reads devise. Therefore present to her-as sometime Margaret Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. Q. Eliz. There is no other way; Unless thou couldst 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 hate thee,1 Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now amended; Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, 1 Tyrwhitt suggested that the sense seemed to require we should read "but love thee," ironically. Mason proposed "but have thee," which Steevens admitted into the text. "It is by no means evident that this is spoken ironically (says Mr. Boswell), and if not, the old reading affords a perfectly clear meaning. A virtuous woman would hate the man who thought to purchase her love by the commission of crimes." 2 Of is used for by; bid is the past tense from bide. Your children were vexation to your youth, The king, that calls your beauteous daughter,—wife, Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother; Again shall you be mother to a king, And all the ruins of distressful times Of ten times double gain of happiness. Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? Her father's brother Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? That God, the law, my honor, and her love, 1 i. e. recount. K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. 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. But how long shall that title, ever, 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. Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty. 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 past. Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heartstrings break. K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown, Q. Eliz. Profaned, dishonored, and the third usurped. K. Rich. I swear Q. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath. Thy George, profaned, hath lost his holy honor; Thy garter, blemished, pawned his knightly virtue; Thy crown, usurped, disgraced his kingly glory: VOL. V. 14 |