A queen in jest, only to fill the scene." Where is thy husband now; where be thy brothers; Where be thy two sons? Wherein dost thou joy? Who sues and kneels, and says "God save the queen?" Where be the bending peers that flattered thee; Where be the thronging troops that followed thee? Decline all this, and see what now thou art: From which even here I slip my wearied head, These English woes shall make me smile in Q. Eliz. O thou well skilled in curses, stay awhile, And teach me how to curse mine enemies. Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the day; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse. Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Q. Eliz. My words are dull; O quicken them with thine! Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and Duch. Why should calamity be full of words? me, And in the breath of bitter words let 's smother My damnéd son, that thy two sweet sons smothered. [Drum, within. I hear his drum: be copious in exclaims. Enter KING RICHARD and his Train, marching. 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 owed 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? Duch. Where is kind Hastings? K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets! strike alarums, drums! Let not the heavens hear these telltale women Either be patient and entreat me fair, K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and yourself. Duch. Then patiently hear my impatience. Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; [Exit. 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 And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; 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. If My babes were destined to a fairer death, grace had blessed 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 cozened Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise To be discovered, that can do me 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 Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her? K. Rich. That would I learn of you, As one being best acquainted with her humour. Q. Euz. 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 the way To win your daughter. Q. Eliz. Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, And not be Richard that hath done all this. There is no other way; 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, Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, Would be her lord: or shall I say her uncle: K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with stilllasting war. K. Rich. Tell her the king, that may com mand, 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 last? K. Rich. Sweetly in force 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, loaths such sov'reignty. K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to he 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. K. Rich. My father's death,— Thy life hath that dishonoured. Thyself is self-misused. K. Rich. Why then, by God, Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all. If thou hadst feared to break an oath by Him, The unity the king thy brother made Had not been broken, nor my brother slain. If thou hadst feared to break an oath by Him, The imperial metal circling now thy head Had graced 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 a prey for worms. What canst thou swear by now? 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: I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter. Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? yourself. Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. them; Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed Selves of themselves, to your recomforture. 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 QUEEN ELIZABETH. 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 the shore K. Rich. Some lightfoot friend post to the Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he? Cute. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: post to Salisbury: When thou com'st thither,-Dull unmindful villain, [TO 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 he can make, And meet me suddenly at Salisbury. Cute. I go. [Exit. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury? K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go? Rat. Your highness told me I should post before. Enter STANLEY. K, Rich. My mind is changed.-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. bad! 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'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace Where and what time your majesty shall please. K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond: 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 Devorshire, As I by friends am well advertised, 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, |