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So she may live unscarr'd from bleeding Naughter,
I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.
K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, the is of royal

Queen. To save her life, I'll say, she is not fo.
K. Ricb. Her life is fafest only in her birth.
Queen. And only in that fafety dy'd her brothers.
K. Rich, No, at their births good stars were op-

posite. Queen. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary, K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny.

Queen. True; when avoided grace makes destiny, My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, If grace had blest thee with a fairer life. K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had Nain my

Queen. Cousins, indeed; and by their Uncle cozen'd
Of Comfort, Kingdom, Kindred, Freedom, Life.
Whofe hands foever lanc'd their tender hearts,
Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction.
No doubt, the murd'rous knife was dull and blunt
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart
To revel in the intrails of my lambs.
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame
My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys
Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes ;
And I in such a desp’rate bay of death,
Like a poor bark, of fails and tackling reft,
Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

K. Rich. Madam, fo thrive I in my enterprize,
And dangerous success of bloody wars,
As I intend more good to you and

yours, Than ever you or yours by me were harm’d.

Queen. What good is cover'd with the face of heav'n, To be discover'd, that can do me good? K. Rich. Th'advancement of your children, gen

tle lady. Queen. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads,

K. Ricb.

K, Rich, No, to the dignity and height of fortune, + The high imperial type of this earth's glory.

Queen. Flatter my forrows with report of it. Tell me, what state, whac dignity, what honour, s Canst thou demise to any child of mine ?

K. Rich. Ev'n áll I have; ay, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine ? So in the Letbe of thy angry foul Thou drown the fad Remembrance of those wrongs ; Which, thou fuppofest, I have done to thee. Queen. Be brief, left that the process of thy kind

ness Last longer telling than thy kindness do. K. Ricb. Then know, that from my soul I love thy

daughter. Queen. My daughter's mother chinks it with her soul. K. Rich. What do you think? Queen. That thou doft 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 fo hasty to confound my meaning; I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, And do intend to make her Queen of England. Queen. Say then, who dost thou mean thall be her

K. Ricb. Ev'n he that makes her Queen ; who else

should be ?
Queen. What, thou?
K. Rich. Even so; how think you of it?
Queen. How canst thou woo her?

K. Rich. I would learn of you,
As one being beft acquainted with her humour.

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should be devise, which the law. Ś Canft tbou demise-1 The yers use, for to transfer, or make sense of the word demise is evi. over.


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Queen. And wilt thou learn of me?
K. Ricb. With all my heart.
Queen. Send to her, by the man that new her bro-

A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave
Edward and York; then haply will the weep:
Therefore present to her, as sometime Marg’ret
Did to thy father, steept in Rutland's blood,
A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain
The purple cide from her sweet brothers bodies,
And bid her wipe her weeping eyes therewith.
If this inducement move her not to love,
Send her a letter of thy noble deeds ;
Tell her, thou mad it away her uncle Clarence,
Her uncle Rivers ; ay, and for her fake, cu
Mad'ft quick conveyance with her good aunt Arize.
K. Rich. You mock me, Madam ; this is not the

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To win your daughter.

Queen. There's no other way,
Unless thou could'st put on some other Shape,
And not be Ricbard that hath done all this.

K. Ricb. Say, that I did all this for love of her.
Queen. Nay then, indeed, she cannot chuse but

hate thee Having bought love with such a' bloody spoil. K. Rich. Look, what is done, cannot be now

Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
Which after-hours give leisure to repent of.
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 issue of your womb,
To quicken your increase I will beget

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6 As fometime Marg'ret) Here Bloody Spoil.] Spoil is waste, is another reference to the plays havack, of Henry VI.

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 bur one step below,
Even of your metal, of your very blood :
Of all one pain, lave for a night of groans
Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like forrow.
Your children were vexation to your youth,
But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
The loss you have, is but a fon 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. il:
Dorset your son, that with a fearful fouł: 1]
Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,
This fair alliance quickly shall 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 shed,
Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl;
. Advantaging their lone with interest
Of ten times double gain of happiness.
Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go ;

* Bid is the past tense from times is a stupid Concretion of bids.

three Words. My Emendation 9 Advantaging their Love with gives this apt and easy Sense. Int'reft,

The Tears, that you have lent to Oftentiines double Gain of your Afflictions, shall be reru'd in

Happiness.] My easy Emena to Gems; and require you by way dation will convince every Read- of Interest, with Happiness twener Love and Lone are made out iy times as great as your Sorrows of one another, by a Let' have been.

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Make bold her bashful years with your experiences
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale ;
Put in her tender hearc th' aspiring fame
Of golden Soy'reignty: acquaint the Princess
With the sweet filent hours of marriage joys.
And when this arm of mine hath chastised
The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingbam,
Bound with triumphant garlands will I come,
And lead thy daughter to a Conqueror's beds
To whom I will retail my Conquest won,
And lhe fhall be fole victress, Cæfar's Cæfar,

Queen. What were I bett to say, her facher's brother
Would be her, Lord ?, or fhall I say, her uncle ?
Or he that New her brothers, and her uncles?
Under what title shall I woo for thee,
That God, the law, my honour, and her love,
Can make seem pleasing to her sender years?

K. Riçb. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Queen. Which she fhall purchase with ftill lafting


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K. Rich. Tell her, the King, that may command,

intreats Queen. That at her hands, which the king's King

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

Queen Queen. To wail the title, as her mother doth. K. Ricb. Say, I will love ber everlastingly. Queen. But how long shall that title, ever, laft? K. Rich. Sweetly in force, unto her fair life's end. Queen. But how long, fairly, shall her sweet life laft? K. Rich. As long as heav'n and nature lengthen it. Queen. As long as hell and Richard like of it. K. Rich. Say, I, her Sov'reign, am her Subject now. Queen. But the, your Subject, loaths such Şovoreignty. K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Queen. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly cold.

K. Ricb.

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