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Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd.
KING RICHARD III:
Now, by the world--
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
KING RICHARD III:
My father's death--
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
KING RICHARD III:
Then, by myself--
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Thyself thyself misusest.
KING RICHARD III:
Why then, by God--
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
God's wrong is most of all.
If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him,
The unity the king thy brother made
Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:
If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him,
The imperial metal, circling now thy brow,
Had graced the tender temples of my child,
And both the princes had been breathing here,
Which now, two tender playfellows to dust,
Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
What canst thou swear by now?
KING RICHARD III:
The time to come.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee.
The children live, whose parents thou hast
slaughter'd,
Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age;
The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd,
Old wither'd plants, to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast
Misused ere used, by time misused o'erpast.
KING RICHARD III:
As I intend to prosper and repent,
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!
Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours!
Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!
Be opposite all planets of good luck
To my proceedings, if, with pure heart's love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
In her consists my happiness and thine;
Without her, follows to this land and me,
To thee, herself, and many a Christian soul,
Death, desolation, ruin and decay:
It cannot be avoided but by this;
It will not be avoided but by this.
Therefore, good mother,--I must can you so--
Be the attorney of my love to her:
Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:
Urge the necessity and state of times,
And be not peevish-fond in great designs.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
KING RICHARD III:
Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Shall I forget myself to be myself?
KING RICHARD III:
Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
But thou didst kill my children.
KING RICHARD III:
But in your daughter's womb I bury them:
Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
KING RICHARD III:
And be a happy mother by the deed.