The Tragedie of Richard D. of
16061284I am a
subie
ct fit to ie
st withall,
16071285But far vn
fit to be a Soueraigne.
16081286K Edw. Sweet widdow, by my
state I
sweare,
I speake
16091287No more then what my hart intends,
16101288And that is to enioie thee for my loue.
16111289La. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto,
16121290I know
I am too bad to be your
Queene,
16131291And yet too good to be your Concubine.
16141292K Edw. You cauill widdow, I did meane my
Queene.
16151293La. Your grace would be loath my
sonnes
should call
16171295K Edw. No more then when my daughters call thee
16181296Mother. Thou art a widow and thou ha
st some children,
16201297And by Gods mother
I being but a bacheler
16211298Haue other
some. Why tis a happy thing
16221299To be the father of manie children.
16231300Argue no more, for thou
shalt be my Queene.
16241301Glo. The gho
stlie father now hath done his
shrift.
16251302Cla. When he was made a
shriuer twas for
shift.
16261303K Edw. Brothers, you mu
se what talke the widdow
16301304And
I haue had, you would thinke it
strange
16321306Cla. Marrie her my Lord, to whom?
16331307K Edw. Why
Clarence to my
selfe.
16341308Glo. That would be ten daies wonder at the lea
st.
16351309Cla. Why thats a daie longer then a wonder la
stes.
16361310Glo. And
so much more are the wonders in extreames.
16371311K Edw. Well, iea
st on brothers,
I can tell you, hir
16381312Sute is granted for her hu
sbands lands.
16401314Mes. And it plea
se your grace,
Henry your foe is
Taken,