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Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess
With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys
And when this arm of mine hath chastised
The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham,
Bound with triumphant garlands will I come
And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed;
To whom I will retail my conquest won,
And she shall be sole victress, Caesar's Caesar.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
What were I best to say? her father's brother
Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle?
Or, he that slew 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 tender years?
KING RICHARD III:
Infer fair England's peace by this alliance.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Which she shall purchase with still lasting war.
KING RICHARD III:
Say that the king, which may command, entreats.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
That at her hands which the king's King forbids.
KING RICHARD III:
Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
To wail the tide, as her mother doth.
KING RICHARD III:
Say, I will love her everlastingly.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
But how long shall that title 'ever' last?
KING RICHARD III:
Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
But how long fairly shall her sweet lie last?
KING RICHARD III:
So long as heaven and nature lengthens it.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
So long as hell and Richard likes of it.
KING RICHARD III:
Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty.
KING RICHARD III:
Be eloquent in my behalf to her.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
KING RICHARD III:
Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.
KING RICHARD III:
Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
O no, my reasons are too deep and dead;
Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their grave.
KING RICHARD III:
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break.
KING RICHARD III:
Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,--
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.
KING RICHARD III:
I swear--
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
By nothing; for this is no oath:
The George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour;
The garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue;
The crown, usurp'd, disgraced his kingly glory.
if something thou wilt swear to be believed,