Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Or 1 with grief and extreme And there the little souls of Edward's children [Exit. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse Abides in me: I say amen to her. [Going. K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word with you. Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood For thee to murder: 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 called 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; So she may live unscarred of bleeding slaughter, Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say she is not so. K. Rich. Lo at their births good stars were opposite. 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, Q. Eliz. Cousins indeed; and by their uncle cozened Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt. eyes; But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise Q. Eliz. What good is covered with the face of heaven, To be discovered, that can do mẹ good? 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 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 Which thou supposest I have done to thee. Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. 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? Q. Eliz. What, thou? K. Rich. I; even I: what think you of it, madam? Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her? K. Rich. That would I learn of you, As one being best acquainted with her humour. Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me? K. Rich. Madam, with all my heart. Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave K. Rich. You mock me, madam: this is not To win your daughter. 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, Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? her father's Would be her lord: or shall I say her uncle: 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, dishonoured, and the third usurped. K. Rich. I swear, Q. Eliz. By nothing: for this is no oath. Thy George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour; Thy garter, blemished, pawned his knightly virtue; Thy crown, usurped, disgraced his kingly glory. K. Rich. Now by the world,- "Tis full of thy foul wrongs. Thy life hath that dishonoured. K. Rich. Then by myself,- Thyself is self-misused. Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all. If thou hadst feared to break an oath by Him, Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast Misused ere used, by times ill-used o'erpast. K. Rich. As I intend to prosper and repent: So thrive I in my dangerous attempt 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 pure heart's love, Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter. It cannot be avoided but by this : Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. What need'st thou run so many miles about, When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way? Once more, what news? Stan. Richmond is on the seas. K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him! White-livered runagate, what doth he there? Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. K. Rich. Well, as you guess? Stan. Stirred up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, He makes for England, here to claim the crown. K. Rich. Is the chair empty; is the sword unswayed; Is the king dead; the empire unpossessed? Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. liege, You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear, Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not. K. Rich. Where is thy power, then, to beat him back? Where be thy tenants and thy followers? 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 will not trust you, sir. Stan. Most mighty sovereign, You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful: I never was nor never will be false. K. Rich. Well, go muster men. But hear you, leave behind Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Stan. So deal with him as I prove true to you. [Exit STANLEY. Enter a Messenger. Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertiséd, Enter another Messenger. 2nd Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in arms; And every hour more competitors Enter another Messenger. 3rd Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham, K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death? [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3rd Mess. The news I have to tell your ma jesty Is that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, K. Rich. I cry you mercy : 3rd Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. Enter another Messenger. 4th Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring I to your high ness, The Bretagne navy is dispersed by tempest. Who answered him, they came from Bucking ham Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, Hois'd sail and made his course again for Bretagne. K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in arms: If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. Enter CATESBY. Cate. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken : That is the best news. That the Earl of Richmond Is with a mighty power landed at Milford K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury: while we reason here A royal battle might be won and lost. SCENE V.-A Room in LORD STANLEY'S House. Enter STANLEY and SIR CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me: That in the sty of this most bloody boar Stan. What men of name resort to him? Stan. 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