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And must she die for this? O, let her live,
And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty;
Slander myself as false to Edward's bed;
Throw over her the veil of infamy:
So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter,
I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.
KING RICHARD III:
Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
To save her life, I'll say she is not so.
KING RICHARD III:
Her life is only safest in her birth.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
And only in that safety died her brothers.
KING RICHARD III:
Lo, at their births good stars were opposite.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
No, to their lives bad friends were contrary.
KING RICHARD III:
All unavoided is the doom of destiny.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
True, when avoided grace makes destiny:
My babes were destined to a fairer death,
If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life.
KING RICHARD III:
You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd
Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
Whose hand soever lanced their tender hearts,
Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction:
No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,
To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame,
My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys
Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes;
And I, in such a desperate bay of death,
Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft,
Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.
KING RICHARD III:
Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise
And dangerous success of bloody wars,
As I intend more good to you and yours,
Than ever you or yours were by me wrong'd!
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
What good is cover'd with the face of heaven,
To be discover'd, that can do me good?
KING RICHARD III:
The advancement of your children, gentle lady.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads?
KING RICHARD III:
No, to the dignity and height of honour
The high imperial type of this earth's glory.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Flatter my sorrows with report of it;
Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour,
Canst thou demise to any child of mine?
KING RICHARD III:
Even all I have; yea, and myself and all,
Will I withal endow a child of thine;
So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs
Which thou supposest I have done to thee.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Be brief, lest that be process of thy kindness
Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.
KING RICHARD III:
Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul.
KING RICHARD III:
What do you think?
QUEEN ELIZABETH:
That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul:
So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers;
And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it.