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But shall we wear these glories for a day? To stop all hopes, whose growth may dainage Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?


(Erit CATESBY Buck. still live they, and for ever let them I must be married to my brother's daughter, last!

Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass :K. Rich. Ab! Buckingham, now do I play Murder her brothers, and then marry her! the touch,

Uncertain way of gain ! But I am in To try if thou be current gold indeed :

So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin. Young Edward lives ;-Think uow what I would Tear-falling pily dwells not in this eye.

speak. Buck. Say on), my loving lord.

Re-enter PAGE, with TYRREL. K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would

Is thy name Tyrrel ? be king.

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned

subject. liege.

K. Rich. Art thou, indeed ? K. Rich. Ha! am I king ? 'Tis 80: but Ed

Tyr. Prove me, my gracious lord. ward lives,

K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend Buck. True, noble prince.

of mine? K. Rich, o bitter consequence,

Tyr. Please you ; but I had rather kill two That Edward still should live,-true, noble

enemies. prince ;

K. Rich, Why, then thou hast it ; two deep Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull :

enemies, Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead :

Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disAnd I would have it suddenly perform'd.

turners, What say'st thou now! speak suddenly, be

Are they that I would have thee deal upon : brief.

Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower. Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure.

Tyr. Let me have open ineans to come to K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kind.

them, ness freezes :

And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Say, bave I thy consent that they shall die

K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, Buck. Give me some breath, some little

come bither, Tyrrel; pause, dear lord, Before I positively speak in this ;

Go, by this token :- Rise, and lend thine ear :

(Whispers I will resolve your grace immediately.

There is no more but so :-Say, it is done, [Exit BUCKINGHAM. Cate. The king is angry; see, be gnaws his and I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.


Tyr. I will despatch it straight. lip.

(Exit K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. fools, (Descends from his Throne. And onrespective + boys : none are for me,

Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my That look into ine with considerate eyes ;

mind High-reaching Buckingham grows circum The late deinand that you did sound me in.

K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is filed spect. Boy,

to Richmond. Page. My lord.

Buck. I hear the news, my lord. K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom cor

K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's sou :rupting gold

Well, look to it. Would tempt unto a close exploit I of death ?

Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by Page. I know a discontented gentleinan,

proinise, Whose bumble means match not bis baughty For which your bonour and

your faits is mind :

pawn'd; Gold were as good as twenty orators,

The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, And will, no doubt, tempt bim to any thing.

Which you have promised I shall possess. K. Rich. What is his name?

K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife ; if she Page. His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.

convey K. Rich. I partly know the man į Go, call Letters to Richmoud, you shall answer it.

him bither, boy.-- [Exit PAGE. Buck. What says your highuess to my just The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

request No more shall be the neighbour to my coun

K. Rich. I do remember me,--Henry the sels :

sixth Hath he so long held out with me untird, Did prophesy that Richmond should be king, And stops he now for breath ?-well,' be it when Richmond was a little peevish + boy, $0.

A king !--- perhaps

Buck. My lord,

K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not How now, lord Stanley? what's the news?

at that time, Stan. Kuow, my loving lord,

Have told me, I being by, that I should kill The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fed

him ! To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. Buck. My lord, your promise for the earlK. Rich. Come hitler, Catesby : rumour it


K. Rich. Richmond I-Wben last I was at That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick ;

Exeter, I will take order for her keeping close.

The mayor, in courtesy, show'd me the castle, Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,

And call'd'it-Rouge-mont : ai wbich name, i Whom I will marry straight to Clarence'

started; daughter :

Because a bard of Ireland told me once, The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.

I should not live long after I saw Richmond. Look, how thou dream'st!-- say again, give

Buck. My lord, out,

K. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock ! That Anne my queen is sick, and like to die :

Buck. I am thus bold About it; for it stands me much upon,

To put your grace in mind of what you pro

mis'd me. • Touchstone.

K. Ricli. Well, but what is't o'clock? + Inconsiderate.

1 Secret act. $ Cunning '1 It is of the utmost consequence to my designs.


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Buck. Upon the stroke

And Anne my wife hath bid the world good Of ten.

night. K. Rich. Well, let it strike.

Now, for I know the Bretagne Ricbmond Buck. Why let it strike ?

aims K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, . thou At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, keep'st the stroke

And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, Betwirt thy begging and my meditation.

To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer. I am not in the giving vein to-day.

Enter CATESBY. Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will or no.

Cate. My lord, K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st vein.

in so bluntly! (Exeunt King RICHARD, and Train.

Cnte. Bad news, my lord ; Morton + is fled to Buck. And is it thus ? repays be my deep

Richmond ; service

And Buckingham, back'd with the bardy With such coutempt? made ( him king for

Welsbanen, this !

Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. 0 let me think on Hastings; and be gone

H. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me To Breckuock, + while my fearful head is on.

niore near,
[Exit. Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength.

Corne,-1 bave learn'd, that fearful
SCENE III.--The same.


Is leaden servitor to dull delay ;

Delay leads impotent and snail pac'd beggary :
Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done ; Then fiery expedition be my wing,
The most arch deed of piteous massacre,

Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king ! That ever yet this land was guilty of.

Go, muster men : My counsel is my shield : Digbton and Forrest, whom I did suborn We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. To do this piece of ruthless I butchery,

[Exeunt. Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Melting with tenderness and mild compassion,

SCENE IV.-The same. Before the Palace. Wept like two children, in their death's sad

Enter Queen MARGARET. story. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one ano. And drop into the rotten mouth of death. ther

Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd, Within their alabaster innocent arms : To watch the waning of mine enemies. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,

A dire induction I am I witness to, Which in their summer beauty, kiss'd each and will to France ; hoping the consequence other.

Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. A book of prayers on their pillow lay;

Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret i who comes Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd

here! But oh! the devil—there the villain stopp'd ;

Enter Queen ELIZABETA, and the Duchess When Dighton thus told on,--we smothered

of York. The most replenished sweet work of nuture, Q. Eliz. Ab! my poor princes, ah ! my ten. T'hat, from, the prime creation, e'er she

der babes, fram'd.

My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! Hence both are gone ; with conscience and re- If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, morse,

And be not fx'd in doom perpetual, They could not speak ; and so I left them both, Hover about me with your airy wings, To bear this tidings to the bloody king.

And hear your mother's lamentation !

Q. Mar. Hover about her ; say, that right for Enter King RICHARD.

right And here he comes : --All health, my sovereign Hath dium'd your infant morn to aged night. Jord !

Duch. So many miseries bave craz'd my K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy

voice, Dews ?

Tbat my

woe-wearied tongue is still and Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in

Inute, charge

Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead ? Beget your happiness, be happy, then,

Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth qnit Plantagenet, For it is done.

Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead ? Q. Eliz. Wilt tbou, o God, fly from such Tyr. I did, my lord.

gentle lambs, K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel ?

And throw them in the entrails of the wolf ? Tyr. The chaplain of the lower hath buried When didst thou sleep, when such a deed was

done ? But where, to say the truth, I do not know. Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after

sweet son. supper,

Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortalWhen thou shalt tell the process of their death.

living ghost, Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life And be inheritor of thy desire.

usurp'd, Farewell, till then.

Brief abstraci and record of tedious days, Tyr. I bumbly take my leave.

(Exit. Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I penn'd

(Sitting down. up close ;

Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood ! His daughter meanly bave i match'd in mar- Q. Eliz. Ah! that thou would'st as soon riage ;

afford a grave, The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, As thou canst yield a inelancholy seat ;

my mind

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Thep would I bide my bones, not rest them who sues, and kneels, and says-God save the here !

queen? Ah, who has any cause to mourn, but we? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee!

(Sitting down by her. Where be the thronging troops that follow'd & Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent,

thee? Give mine the benetit of seniory,

Decline all this, and see what now thou art. And let my griefs frown on the upper hand.) For Lappy wire, a most distressed widow; If sorrow can admit society,

For joyful mother, one that wails the diame ; [Sitting down with them. For one being sued to, one that bumbly sues ; Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine :- For queen, a very caititf crowu'd with care : I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd hiin, For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me; I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd hiin : For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one ; 'Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard killa For one comunanding all, obey'd of none. him ;

Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about, Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. And left thee but a very prey to time; Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst Having no more but ihought of what thou kill him ;

wert, I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill bim. To torture thee the more, being what thou art. Q. Mar. Thou had’st a Clarence too, and Thou didst usurp my place, and dost thou not Richard kill'd him.

Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow $ From forth tbe kennel of thy womb hath crept Now thy proud neck bears half my burdtu'd A bell-hound, that doth hunt us all to death :

yoke ; That dog, that had bis teeth before his eyes, From which even here I slip my wearied head, To worry lambs, and lap their gentle blood; And leave the burden of it all on thee. That foul defacer of God's handy-work ;

Farewell, York's wise,--and queen of sad misThat excellent grand tyrant of the earth,

chance,That reigns in galled eyes of weeping soulj, These English woes shall make me smile in Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our

France. graves.-

Q. Eliz. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay a o upright, just, and true disposing God,

while, How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur And teach me how to curse mine enemies. Preys on the issue of his inother's body,

Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, aad fast And makes her pew-fellow with others' moan !

the day ; Duch. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my compare dead happiness with living woe ; woes ;

Think that thy babes were fairer than they God witness with me, I bave wept for thine,

were, Q. Mar Bear with me, I am hungry for re- And he, that slew them, fouler than he is : venge,

Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse ; And now I cloy me with beholding it.

Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Ed. Q. Eliz. My words are dull, О quicken them ward ;

with thine ! Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward ; Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, Young York he is but boot, I because both

and pierce like mine. they

[Erit Q. MARGARET. Match not the high perfection of my loss. Duch. Why should calainity be full of 'Thy Clarence be is dead, that stabb'd my. Ed.

words? ward ;

Q. Eliz. Windy attornies to their client woes, And the beholders of this tragic play,

Airy succeeders of intestate joys, The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Poor breathing orators of miseries ! Grey,

Let them have scope: though what they do Untimely, smother'd in their dusky graves.

impart Richard yet lives, bell's black intelligencer; Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart. Only reserv'd their factor, to buy souls,

Duch. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd : go And send them thither : But at band, at hand,

with me, Ensues his piteous and unpitied end :

And in the breath of bitter words let's smother Earth gapes, hell burns, tiends roar, saints My damned son, that thy two sweet sons pray,


[Drum witkin. To have him suddenly convey'd from hence :- I hear bis drum,-be copious in exclaims. Cancel bis bond of life, dear God, I pray, That I may live to say, The dog is dead !

Enter King RICHARD, and his Train, Q Eliz. Oh! thou didst prophesy, the time

marching. would come,

K. Rich. Wbo intercepts me in my expediThat I should wish for thee to help me curse

tion ? That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd Duch. Ob! she that might have intercepted toad.

thee, Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain nourish of By strangling thee in her accursed womb, my fortune ;

From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen ;

done. The presentation of but wbat i was,

Q. Elix. Hid'st thou that forehead with a The Battering index ý of a direful pageant,

golden crown, Que beav'd a high, to be hurl'd down below : Where should be branded, if that right were A mother only muck'd with two fair babes į

right, A dream of what thou wast; a garish || tlag, The slaughter of the prince that ow'd ibat To be the aim of every dangerous shot:

crown, A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble ;

And the dire death of my poor sons and bro A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.

thers ? Where is thy husbaud now Where be thy Tell me tbou villain-slave, where are my chilbrothers ?

dren? Where be thy two sons ? Wherein dost thou Duch. Thou toad, 'thou toad, where it hy joy!

brother Clarence ?

And little Ned Plantagenet, his son ?

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Duch. Where is kind Hastings?

R. Eliz. And must she die for this? O let her K. Rich. A flourish, trupipets !--strike alarum,

live, drums!

And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Slander mysell, as false to Edward's bed; Rail on the Lord's anointed : Strike, I say.- Throw over her the veil of infainy:

(Flourish. Alarums. So she may live uiscarrid of bleeding slanghter Either be patient, and entreat me fair,

I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. Or with the clamorous report of war

K. Rich. Wrong not ber birth, she is of ruyal Thus will I drown your exclamations.

blood. Duch. Art thou my son ?

Q. Eliz. To sare her life, I'll say—sbe is not K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and yourself.

K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. Duch. Then patiently hear my impatience. Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her K. Rich. Madain, I bave a touch of your con

brothers. dition,

K. Rich. Lo, at their birth good stars were That cannot brook the accent of reproof.

opposite. Duch. O let me speak.

Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were K. Rich. Do, then ; but I'll not hear.

contrary. Duch. I will be mild and gentle in iny words. K. Rich. All auavoided is the doom of des. K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am

tiny. in haste.

Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes Duch. Art thou so hasty ? I bave staid for

destiny : thee,

My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, God knows, in torment and in agony.

If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain

my cousins. Duch. No, by the holy rood, + thou know'st Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed ; and by their uncle it well,

cozen'd Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. hell.

Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, A grievous burden was thy birth to me:

Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction : Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy.

No doubt the murderous knife was dull and Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and

blunt, furious ;

Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and ven. To revel in the entrails of my lambs. turous;

But that still + use of grief makes wild grief Tby age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and

tame, bloody,

My tongue should to thy ears not name my More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in

boys, hatred :

Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes ; What comfortable hour capst thou name,

And I, in such a desperate bay of death, That ever grac'd me in thy company ?

Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, K. Rich. 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom. that call'd your grace

K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterTo breakfast once, forth of my company.

prize, If I be so disgracious in your sight,

And dangerous success of bloody wars, Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.-As I intend inore good to you and your's, Strike up the drum.

Then ever you or your's by me were barm'd ! Duch. I pr'ythee, hear me speak.

Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.

of heaven, Duch. Hear me a word ;

To be discover'd that can do me good ? For I shall never speak to thee again.

K. Rich. The advancement of your children, K. Rich. So.

gentle lady. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just or- Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose dinance,

their heads ? Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror;

K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish,

fortune, And never look upon thy face again.

The high imperial type of this earth's glory. I Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse ; Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more,

it ; Then all the cómplete armour that thou wear'st! Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, My prayers on the adverse party fight;

Canst thon demise Ø to any child of mine? And there the little souls of Edward's children K. Rich. Even all I have ; ay, and myself Whisper the spirits of thine eneinies,

and all, And promise ihem success and victory.

Will I withal endow a child of thine ; Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; So in the Lethe of thy angry soul Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death at- Tbou drown the sad reviembrance of those tend.


wrongs, Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. less spirit to curse

Q. Éliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy Abides in me; I say Amen to her. (Going

kindness K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.

K. Rich. Then know, that, from my soul, I Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal

love thy daughter. blood,

Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,

her soul. They shall be praying nuns, not weeping K. Rich. What do you think? queens;

Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter, And therefore level not to hit their lives.

from thy soul : K. Rich. You have a daughter callid-Eliza- So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love ber beth,

brothers; Virtuous aud fair, royal and gracious.

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with you.

the way

And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ; it.

Advantaging their loan, with interest K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my of ten-times-double gain of happiness. meaning :

Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go; I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, Make bold her bashful years with your expe. And do intend to make her queen of England.

rience ; Q. Eliz. Well then, who dost thou mean shall Prepare ber ears to hear a wooer's tale ; be ber king?

Put in her tender beart the aspiring flame K. Rich Even be, that makes her queen : Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess Who else should be s

With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys : Q. Eliz. What, thou ?

And when this arın of unine bath chastised K. Rich. Even so : What think you of it, The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham, madam ?

Bouud with triumphant garlands will I come, Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her?

And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed ; K. Rich. That I would learn of you,

To whom I will retail my conquest won, As one being best acquainted with her humour. And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar. Q. Eliz. And wilt ihou learn of me?

Q. Eliz. Wbat were I best to say ? her faiber's K. Rich. Madam, with all my heart.

brother Q. Eliz. Send to ber, by the man that slew Would be her lord ? Or shall I say, ber uncle? her brothers,

Or, be that slew ber brothers, and her up. A pair of bleeding hearts ; thereon engrave,

cles ? Edward and York then, haply, will she weep : Under what title shall I woo for thee, Therefore present to her,--as sometime Mar- That God, the law, my honour, and ber love, garet

Can make seem pleasing to ber tender years? Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, - K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain

alliance. The purple sap

from her sweet brother's Q. Elix. Which she shall purchase with still body,

lasting war. And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. K. Rich. Tell her the king, that may com. If this inducement move her not to love,

mand, entreats. Send ber a letter of thy noble deeds;

Q. Eliz. That at her bands, which the king's Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Cla

King forbids. • rence,

K. Rich. Say, she shall be a bigh and mighty Her uncle Rivers ; ay, and, for her sake,

queen. Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother Apne.

doth. K. Rich. You mock me, madam ; this is not K. Rich. Say, I will love ber everlastingly.

Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, tser, To win your daughter.

last ? Q. Eliz. There is no other way;

K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto ber fair life's Unless thon could'st put on some other shape,

end. And not be Richard that bath done all this. Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall ber sweet K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of

life last? her.

K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose

lengthens it. but have thee,

Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.

of it. K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now K. Rich. Say, I ber sovereign, ain her sub. amended :

ject low. Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,

Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such Which after-hours give leisure to repent.

sov'reignty. If I did take the kingdom from your sons,

K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. To inake amends, I'll give it to your daugh- Q. Elis. An honest tale speeds best, being ter.

plainly told. if I have kill'd the issue of your womb,

K. Rich. Then, in plain tems, tell her my To quicken your increase, I will beget

loving tale. Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a A grandam's name is little less in love,

style. Than is the doting title of a mother ;

K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and They are as children, but one step below,

tou quick. Bven of your mettle, of your very blood ;

Q. Eliz. Oh! no, my reasons are too deep and Of all one pain,-save for a night of groans

dead ;Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sor. To deep and dead, poor infants, in their

graves. Your children were vexation to your youth, K. Rich, Harp not on that string, madam; But mine shall be a comfort to your age.

that is past. The loss you have, is but a son being king, Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heartAnd, by that loss, your daughter is made

strings break. queen.

K. Rich. Now by my George, my garter, + I cannot make you what amends I would,

and my crown, Therefore accept such kindness as I can.

Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul,

usurp'd. Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,

K. Rich. I swear. This fair alliance quickly shall call bome

Q. Eliz. By nothing ; for this is no oath. To high promotions and great dignity :

Tby George, profau'd, bath lost his holy hoThe king, that calls your beauteous daughter,

nour; wife,

Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly Familiarly sball call thy Dorset-brother ;

virtue ; Again shall you be mother to a king,

Thy crown, usurp'd disgrace'd his kingly And all the ruins of distressful times

glory; Repair'd with double riches of content.

If something thou would'st swear to be be. What! we have many goodly days to see :

lier'd, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed,

• In the Levitical law, chap. xvi. Ja. • Terbaps,

# The curigus of the Order of the Gate


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