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Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence,
Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her sake,
Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.
K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not the way
To win your daughter.
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, 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.
I cannot make you what amends I would,
Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul,
Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,
This fair alliance quickly sball call home
To high promotions and great dignity:
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
Repair'd with double riches of content.
What! we have many goodly days to see :
The liquid drops of tears that you have sbed
Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ;
Advantaging their loan, with interest
Of ten-times double gain of happiness.
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 sov’reignty; acquaint the princess
With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys:
And when this arm of mine hath chastised
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 she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar.
Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? her father's brother
Would be her lord ? Or shall I say, her uncle ?
Or he that slew her brothers and her uncles?
Under what title sball I woo for thee,
That God, the law, my honour, and her love,
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?
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. 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 face 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 sovereign, am her subject low.
Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loathes 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, plainly to 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. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.
K. Rich. I swear.
By nothing: for this is no oath.
Thy George, profan’d, hath lost his lordly honour;
Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue ;
(1) By my George : the “George” is the medal worn round the neck of Knights of the Garter.
Thy crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory.
If something thou wouldst swear to be believ'd,
Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd.
K. Rich. Then, by myself,
Thyself is self-misused.
K. Rich. Now, by the world,
'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. K. Rich. My father's death, Q. Eliz.
Thy life hath it dishonour'd. K. Rich. Why then, by Heaven, — Q. Eliz.
Heaven's wrong is most of all.
If thou didst fear to break an oath with Him,
The unity the king my husband made
Thou hadst not broken, nor my brothers died.
If thou hadst 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 bedfellows for dust,
Thy broken faith hath made the prey for worms.
What canst thou swear by now?
The time to come.
Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.
The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughter'd,
Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age;
The parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd,
Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast
Misused ere used, by times ill-used o'er-past.
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent,
So thrive I in my dangerous affairs
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound !
Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours !
Day, yield me not thy light, nor night, thy rest!
Be opposite all planets of good luck
To my proceeding! if, with dear heart's love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter ;
In her consists my happiness, and thine;
Without her, follows to myself, and thee,
Herself, the land, and many a christian soul,
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay :
It cannot be avoided but by this ;
(1) I tender not. Tender here means to love tenderly.
It will not be avoided but by this.
Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,)
Be the attorney of my love to her.
Plead what I will be, not what I have been ;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:
Urge the necessity and state of times,
And be not peevish found in great designs.
Q. Eiz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself?
K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself.
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,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so farewell.
[Kissing her. Exit Q. ELIZ. 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 our shores
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
Unarm'd, 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 of Norfolk:Ratcliff, thyself,—or Catesby: where is he?
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,
[7o 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.
K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby :-Bid him levy straight
The greatest strength and power that he can make,
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
Cate. I go.
Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury ?
K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, before I go?
(1) Fly to the duke. The duke of Norfolk is here intended.
Rat. Your highness told me I should post before.
Enter STANLEY. 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 ?
Richmond is on the seas.
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess?
Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton,
He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
K. Rich. Is the chair empty? Is the sword unsway'd !
Is the king dead ? the empire unpossess'd ?
What heir of York is there alive bůt we?
And who is England's king but great York's heir?
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas?
Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.
Stan. No, my good lord, therefore mistrust me not.
K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him back.
Where be thy tenants and thy followers ?
Are they not now upon the western shore,
Safe conducting the rebels from their ships?
Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.
K. Rich. Cold friends to me: What do they in the north, When they should serve their sovereign in the west?
Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty king :
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
I'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace,
Where, and what time, your majesty shall please.
K. Rich. Ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond :
But I'll not trust thee.
Most mighty sovereign,
You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful;
I never was, nor never will be, false.
K. Rich. Go then, and muster men. But leave behind
Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be firm,
Or else his head's assurance is but frail.
Stan. So deal with bim as I prove true to you. [Exit STANLEY.