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2. Eliz. Well then, who doft thou mean shall be her king?

K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen; Who else

fhould be?

2. Eliz. What, thou?

K. Rich.

madam?

Even fo: What think you of it,

That I would learn of you,

2. Eliz. How canst thou woo her?

K. Rich.

As one being best acquainted with her humour.

2. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?

K. Rich.

Madam, with all my heart.

2. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that flew her brothers,

A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave,
Edward, and York; then, haply, will she weep :
Therefore prefent to her, as fometime Margaret
Did to thy father, fteep'd in Rutlan

A handkerchief; which, fay to
The purple fap from her fweet

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K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now amended:
Men shall deal unadvisedly fometimes,
Which after-hours give leisure to repent.
If I did take the kingdom from your fons,
To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter.
If I have kill'd the iffue of your womb,

To quicken your increafe, I will beget
Mine iffue 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,-fave for a night of groans
Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow.
Your children were vexation to your youth,
But mine fhall be a comfort to your age.

The lofs, you have, is but—a fon being king,
And, by that lofs, your daughter is made queen.
I cannot make you what amends I would,
Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
Dorfet your fon, that, with a fearful foul,
Leads discontented steps in foreign foil,
This fair alliance quickly shall call home
To high promotions and great dignity :

The king, that calls your beauteous daughter,-wife,
Familiarly fhall call thy Dorset-brother;

Again fhall you be mother to a king,

And all the ruins of diftressful times
Repair'd with double riches of content.

What! we have many goodly days to fee:
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed,
Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ;
Advantaging their loan, with interest

Of ten-times-double gain of happiness.

Go

Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go;

Make bold her bashful years with your experience;
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale;

Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
Of golden fov'reignty; acquaint the princess
With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys:
And when this arm of mine hath chaftifed
The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham,
Bound with triumphant garlands will I come,
And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed;
To whom I will retail my conquest won,
And the shall be fole victress, Cæfar's Cæfar.

2. Eliz. What were I best to say? her father's brother
Would be her lord? Or fhall I fay, her uncle?
Or, he that flew her brothers, and her uncles?
Under what title fhall I woo for thee,

That God, the law, my honour, and her love,
Can make seem pleafing to her tender years?

K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance.
2. Eliz. Which the fhall purchase with still lafting war.
K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command, en-

treats.

2. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King forbids.

K. Rich. Say, the shall be a high and mighty queen.

2. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. 2. Eliz. But how long fhall that title, ever, last? K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. 2. Eliz. But how long fairly fhall her fweet life last? K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, lengthens it. 2. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. K. Rich. Say I, her fov'reign, am her subject low. 2. Eliz. But the, your subject, loaths fuch fov'reignty. K. Rich.

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By nothing; for this is no oath. profan'd, hath lost his holy honour; lemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; surp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory : hou wouldst fwear to be believ'd, fomething that thou haft not wrong'd. w by the world,

'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

- father's death,—

Thy life hath that dishonour'd.

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Thyfelf is felf-mif-us'd.

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God's wrong is moft of all.

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