Up to fome scaffold, there to lofe their heads? No, to the dignity and height of fortune, mperial type of this earth's glory. Flatter my forrows with report of it; at ftate, what dignity, what honour, demife to any child of mine? Even all I have; ay, and myself and all, al endow a child of thine; the of thy angry foul the fad remembrance of those wrongs, u supposest, I have done to thee. e brief, left that the process of thy kindr celling than thy kindness' date. "hen know, that, from my foul ghter. Ey daughter's mother thin1 What do you think? hat thou doft lov : foul's love y heart not KING RICHARD III. 101 2. Eliz. Well then, who doft thou mean shall be her king? K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen; Who else fhould be? 2. Eliz. What, thou? K. Rich. madam? Even fo: What think you of it, That I would learn of you, 2. Eliz. How canst thou woo her? K. Rich. As one being best acquainted with her humour. 2. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me? K. Rich. Madam, with all my heart. 2. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that flew her brothers, A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, A handkerchief; which, fay to And bid her wipe her weepi If th ement move er of thy mad'f blood, rain K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now amended: To quicken your increafe, I will beget The lofs, you have, is but—a fon being king, The king, that calls your beauteous daughter,-wife, Again fhall you be mother to a king, And all the ruins of diftressful times What! we have many goodly days to fee: Of ten-times-double gain of happiness. Go Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go; Make bold her bashful years with your experience; Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame 2. Eliz. What were I best to say? her father's brother That God, the law, my honour, and her love, K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. treats. 2. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King forbids. K. Rich. Say, the shall be a high and mighty queen. 2. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. 2. Eliz. But how long fhall that title, ever, last? K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. 2. Eliz. But how long fairly fhall her fweet life last? K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, lengthens it. 2. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. K. Rich. Say I, her fov'reign, am her subject low. 2. Eliz. But the, your subject, loaths fuch fov'reignty. K. Rich. H 4 fan'd, dishonour'd, and the third ufurp'd. wear. By nothing; for this is no oath. profan'd, hath lost his holy honour; lemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; surp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory : hou wouldst fwear to be believ'd, fomething that thou haft not wrong'd. w by the world, 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. - father's death,— Thy life hath that dishonour'd. en, by myself, Thyfelf is felf-mif-us'd. y then, by God, God's wrong is moft of all. fear'd to break an oath by him, e king thy brother made, broken, nor my brother flain. fear'd to break an oath by him, metal, circling now thy head, e tender temples of my child; princes had been breathing here, Which |