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DUCHESS OF YORK
[Who meets us here? my niece PlantagenetPage 96 - after line 37.
Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester?
Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower,
On pure heart's love to greet the tender princes.]
Daughter, well met.
O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone!STANLEY
[Death and destruction dog thee at the heels;
Thy mother's name is ominous to children.]
If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell
Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,
Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.
Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam.DUCHESS OF YORK
Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
You shall have letters from me to my son
In your behalf, to meet you on the way..
Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.
O ill-dispersing wind of misery!STANLEY
O my accursed womb, the bed of death!
[A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,
Whose unavoidedeye is murderous.]
Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.LADY ANNE
And I in all unwillingness will go.QUEEN ELIZABETH
[I would to God that the inclusive verge
Of golden metal that must round my brow
Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!]
Anointed let me be with deadly venom,
And die, ere men can say, God save the queen!
Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy gloryLADY ANNE
To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
No! why? When he that is my husband nowPage 98 - after line 90.
Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse,
When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands
Which issued from my other angel husband
And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd;
O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
This was my wish: 'Be thou,' quoth I, ' accursed,
For making me, so young, so old a widow!
And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
And be thy wife--if any be so mad--
As miserable by the life of thee
As thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!
Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
Within so small a time, my woman's heart
Grossly grew captive to his honey words
And proved the subject of my own soul's curse,
Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from rest;
For never yet one hour in his bed
Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,
But with his timorous dreams was still awaked.
[Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.]
DUCHESS OF YORK
Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!
To LADY ANNE
Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!
To QUEEN ELIZABETH
Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!
[Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
And each hour's joy wrecked with a week of teen.]