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