ACT 3
Scene 2
...humbly yield unto.
Enter King Edward, Richard, Duke of Gloucester, George, Duke of Clarence, Lady Grey, and Attendants.
...know our mind.
Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay.
May it please your Highness to resolve me now,
And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.
...give her two.
Three, my most gracious lord.
...their father’s lands.
Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
...love your children?
Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
...do them good?
To do them good I would sustain some harm.
...do them good.
Therefore I came unto your Majesty.
...to be got.
So shall you bind me to your Highness’ service.
...I give them?
What you command that rests in me to do.
...to my boon.
No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
...mean to ask.
Why, then, I will do what your Grace commands.
...wax must melt.
Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?
...love a king.
That’s soon performed because I am a subject.
...freely give thee.
I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
She curtsies and begins to exit.
...love I mean.
The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
...much to get?
My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
...mean such love.
Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did.
...perceive my mind.
My mind will never grant what I perceive
Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.
...lie with thee.
To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
...thy husband’s lands.
Why, then, mine honesty shall be my dower,
For by that loss I will not purchase them.
...thy children mightily.
Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me.
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the sadness of my suit.
Please you dismiss me either with ay or no.
...to my demand.
Then no, my lord; my suit is at an end.
...for his queen?
’Tis better said than done, my gracious lord.
I am a subject fit to jest withal,
But far unfit to be a sovereign.
...for my love.
And that is more than I will yield unto.
I know I am too mean to be your queen
And yet too good to be your concubine.
...mean my queen.
’Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you father.
...use her honorably.
They exit. Richard remains.
ACT 4
Scene 1
...what I think.
Enter King Edward, with Attendants, Lady Grey, now Queen Elizabeth, Pembroke, Stafford, Hastings, and others, all wearing the white rose. Four stand on one side, and four on the other.
...his brother’s will.
My lords, before it pleased his Majesty
To raise my state to title of a queen,
Do me but right and you must all confess
That I was not ignoble of descent,
And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
But as this title honors me and mine,
So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
...his foreign power.
They exit.
Scene 4
...the regal throne.
Enter Rivers and Queen Elizabeth, wearing the white rose.
...this sudden change?
Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
What late misfortune is befall’n King Edward?
...battle against Warwick?
No, but the loss of his own royal person.
...my sovereign slain?
Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
Either betrayed by falsehood of his guard
Or by his foe surprised at unawares;
And, as I further have to understand,
Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
Fell Warwick’s brother and by that our foe.
...won the day.
Till then fair hope must hinder life’s decay;
And I the rather wean me from despair
For love of Edward’s offspring in my womb.
This is it that makes me bridle passion
And bear with mildness my misfortune’s cross.
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
King Edward’s fruit, true heir to th’ English crown.
...Warwick then become?
I am informèd that he comes towards London
To set the crown once more on Henry’s head.
Guess thou the rest: King Edward’s friends must down.
But to prevent the tyrant’s violence—
For trust not him that hath once broken faith—
I’ll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary
To save at least the heir of Edward’s right.
There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly.
If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.
They exit.
ACT 5
Scene 7
...day of doom.
Flourish. Enter King Edward, Queen Elizabeth, Clarence, Richard of Gloucester, Hastings, Nurse, carrying infant Prince Edward, and Attendants.
...our lasting joy.
Flourish. They all exit.