And send them thither: But at hand, at hand, Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophesy the time would come That I should wish for thee to help me curse That bottled spider, that foul hunch-back'd toad. Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my fortune; The flattering index of a direful pageant, A queen in jest, only to fill the scene. Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers? Now thy proud neck bears half my burthen'd yoke; Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance,— Q. Eliz. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay a while, (1) Decline all this, i.e. run through all this from first to last; enumerate it all. Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the day; Q. Eliz. My words are dull, O quicken them with thine! Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like [Ex. Q. MAR. mine. Duch. Why should calamity be full of words? Q. Eliz. Windy attorneys to their client woes, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing orators of miseries! Let them have scope: though what they do impart Duch. If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me, The trumpet sounds,-be copious in exclaims. [Trumpet within. Enter KING RICHARD, and his Train, marching. 1 Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden crown, Where should be branded, if that right were right, The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children? Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence? And little Ned Plantagenet, his son? Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Grey? K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets !-strike alarum, drums! Rail on the Lord's anointed: Strike, I say. Either be patient, and entreat me fair, [Flourish. Alarums. K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and yourself. (1) That ow'd that crown, i.e. who owned or possessed that crown. K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition,1 That cannot brook the accent of reproof. Duch. O, let me speak. K. Rich. Do, then; but I'll not hear. K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious; That ever grac'd me in thy company? K. Rich. Faith, none, but Humphrey Hower, that call'd your grace To breakfast once, forth of my company. If I be so disgracious in your eye, Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.— Strike up the drum. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, And never more behold thy face again. Therefore, take with thee my most grievous curse; Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! My prayers on the adverse party fight: And there the little souls of Edward's children And promise them success and victory. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Shame serves thy life,2 and doth thy death attend. [Exit. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse Abides in me; I say amen to her. [Going. (1) A touch of your condition, i.e. a spice of your temper or disposition. (2) Shame serves thy life; serves is here used for accompanies. K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must talk a word with you. Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood For thee to slaughter; for my daughters, Richard, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; And therefore level not to hit their lives. K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth, Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? O, let her live, And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed; Throw over her the veil of infamy: So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, she is a royal princess. Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her brothers. If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. K. Rich. You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction : No doubt the murtherous knife was dull and blunt, But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise, And dangerous success of bloody wars, As I intend more good to you and yours, 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? (1) All unavoided: unavoided means unavoidable. K. Rich. Unto the dignity and height of fortune, The high imperial type of this earth's glory. Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrow with report of it; Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Canst thou demise1 to any child of mine? 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 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. Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter, from thy soul: 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: How think you of it? That I would learn of you, Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her? As one being best acquainted with her humour. K. Rich. Madam, with all my heart. Q. Eli. Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, (1) Demise means grant. (2) Steep'd in Rutland's blood A handkerchief; This is a reference to the death of the Duke of York at Wakefield, as related in Third Part of Henry VI. When he was taken prisoner, and wept at his misfortunes, Queen Margaret gave him to wipe his eyes a handkerchief which had been steeped in the blood of Rutland. |