Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? Her father's brother Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? That God, the law, my honour, and lier love, K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. K. Rich. Tell, her the king, that may command, entreats. Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King forbids*. K.Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature lengthens it. K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. 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. In the Levitical Law, chap. xviii. 14. t K. Rich. Harp not on that string, Madam; that is past. Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall 1, till heart-strings break. K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown* Q. Eliz. Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp❜d. K. Rich. I swear. Q. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath. Thy George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour; Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; Thy crown, usurp'd, disgraced his kingly glory: If something thou wouldst swear to be believed, Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd. K. Rich. Now by the world, Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. K. Rich. My father's death, Q. Eliz. Thy life hath that dishonour'd. K. Rich. Then, by myself, Q. Eliz. Thyself is self-mis-used. K. Rich. Why then, by God, Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all. If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, K. Rich. By the time to come. Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'er- For I myself have many tears to wash ter'd, Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age: er'd, The ensigns of the order of the Garter. So thrive I in my dangerous attempt To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! Plead what I will be, not what I have been; thee to do K. Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury 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 Q. 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 Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral; And there they hull, expecting but the aid Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore. • Foolish. 1 +The Phenix's nest. K. Rich. Some light-foot friend, post to the duke of Norfolk: Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby, where is he? K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke. pleasure, What from your grace I shall deliver to him. straight The greatest strength and power he can make, Cate. I go. [Exit. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury? K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, be fore 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. K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! Neither good nor bad! What need'st thou run so many miles about When thou may'st 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-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. K. Rich. Well, as you guess? Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, He makes for England, here to claim the crown. K. Rich. Is the chair empty? Is the sword unsway'd? What heir of York is there alive, but we? 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? 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 Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, With many more confederates, are in arms. 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms; And every hour more competitors. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Enter another MESSENGER. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham • Associates. |