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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 heart-strings
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.
Q. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath.
K. Rich. Now by the world, -
Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all.
Thy broken faith bath made a prey
for worms. What canst thou swear by now?
K. Rich. By the time to come.
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!
Enter King Richard, and his Train, marching. K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition?
Duch. V, she, that might have intercepted thee, By strangling thee in her accursed womb, From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done. Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden
Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?
K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets !--strike alarum, drums! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed : Strike, I say.
Duch. Art thou my son ?
K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition, That cannot brook the accent of reproof.
Duch. O, let me speak.
K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.
Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have staid for thee, God knows, in torment and in agony.
K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you?
Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
call'd your grace
Duch. I pry'thee, hear me speak.
Duch. Hear me a word;
K. Rich. So.
Duch. Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, And never look upon thy face again. Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse; Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more, Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st ! My prayers on the adverse party fight;
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. Is the chair empty ? is the sword unsway'd ? Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd? What heir of York is there alive, but 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, mighty liege; 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, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with
Richmond:. I will not trust you, sir.