3091But mine shall be a comfort to your Age,

3092The losse you haue, is but a Sonne being King,

3093And by that losse, your Daughter is made Queene.

3094I cannot make you what amends I would,

3095Therefore accept such kindnesse as I can.

3096Dorset your Sonne, that with a fearfull soule

3097Leads discontented steppes in Forraine soyle,

3098This faire Alliance, quickly shall call home

3099To high Promotions, and great Dignity.

3100The King that calles your beauteous Daughter Wife,

3101Familiarly shall call thy Dorset, Brother:

3102Againe shall you be Mother to a King:

3103And all the Ruines of distressefull Times,

3104Repayr'd with double Riches of Content.

3105What? we haue many goodly dayes to see:

3106The liquid drops of Teares that you haue shed,

3107Shall come againe, transform'd to Orient Pearle,

3108Aduantaging their Loue, with interest

3109Often-times double gaine of happinesse.

3110Go then (my Mother) to thy Daughter go,

3111Make bold her bashfull yeares, with your experience,

3112Prepare her eares to heare a Woers Tale.

3113Put in her tender heart, th'aspiring Flame

3114Of Golden Soueraignty: Acquaint the Princesse

3115With the sweet silent houres of Marriage ioyes:

3116And when this Arme of mine hath chastised

3117The petty Rebell, dull-brain'd Buckingham,

3118Bound with Triumphant Garlands will I come,

3119And leade thy daughter to a Conquerors bed:

3120To whom I will retaile my Conquest wonne,

3121And she shalbe sole Victoresse, Caesars Caesar.

3122Qu. What were I best to say, her Fathers Brother

3123Would be her Lord? Or shall I say her Vnkle?

3124Or he that slew her Brothers, and her Vnkles?

3125Vnder what Title shall I woo for thee,

3126That God, the Law, my Honor, and her Loue,

3127Can make seeme pleasing to her tender yeares?

3128Rich. Inferre faire Englands peace by this Alliance.

3129Qu Which she shall purchase with stil lasting warre.

3130Rich. Tell her, the King that may command, intreats.

3131Qu. That at her hands, which the kings King forbids.

3132Rich. Say she shall be a High and Mighty Queene.

3133Qu. To vaile the Title, as her Mother doth.

3134Rich. Say I will loue her euerlastingly.

3135Qu. But how long shall that title euer last?

3136Rich. Sweetly in force, vnto her faire liues end.

3137Qu. But how long fairely shall her sweet life last?

3138Rich. As long as Heauen and Nature lengthens it.

3139Qu. As long as Hell and Richard likes of it.

3140Rich. Say, I her Soueraigne, am her Subiect low.

3141Qu. But she your Subiect, lothes such Soueraignty.

3142Rich. Be eloquent in my behalfe to her.

3143Qu. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.

3144Rich. Then plainly to her, tell my louing tale.

3145Qu. Plaine and not honest, is too harsh a style.

3146Rich. Your Reasons are too shallow, and to quicke.

3147Qu. O no, my Reasons are too deepe and dead,

3148Too deepe and dead (poore Infants) in their graues,

3149Harpe on it still shall I, till heart-strings breake.

3150Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam, that is past.

3151Now by my George, my Garter, and my Crowne.

3152Qu. Prophan'd, dishonor'd, and the third vsurpt.

3153Rich. I sweare.

3154Qu. By nothing, for this is no Oath:

3155Thy George prophan'd, hath lost his Lordly Honor;

3156Thy Garter blemish'd, pawn'd his Knightly Vertue;

3157Thy Crowne vsurp'd, disgrac'd his Kingly Glory:

3158If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd,

3159Sweare then by something, that thou hast not wrong'd.

3160Rich. Then by my Selfe.

3161Qu. Thy Selfe, is selfe-misvs'd.

3162Rich. Now by the World.

3163Qu. 'Tis full of thy foule wrongs.

3164Rich. My Fathers death.

3165Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd.

3166Rich. Why then, by Heauen.

3167Qu. Heanens wrong is most of all:

3168If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him,

3169The vnity the King my husband made,

3170Thou had'st not broken, nor my Brothers died.

3171If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him,

3172Th' Imperiall mettall, circling now thy head,

3173Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child,

3174And both the Princes had bene breathing heere,

3175Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for dust,

3176Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes.

3177What can'st thou sweare by now.

3178Rich. The time to come.

3179Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore-past:

3180For I my selfe haue many teares to wash

3181Heereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.

3182The Children liue, whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd,

3183Vngouern'd youth, to waile it with their age:

3184The Parents liue, whose Children thou hast butcher'd,

3185Old barren Plants, to waile it with their Age.

3186Sweare not by time to come, for that thou hast

3187Misvs'd ere vs'd, by times ill-vs'd repast.

3188Rich. As I entend to prosper, and repent:

3189So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres

3190Of hostile Armes: My selfe, my selfe confound:

3191Heauen, and Fortune barre me happy houres:

3192Day, yeeld me not thy light; nor Night, thy rest.

3193Be opposite all Planets of good lucke

3194To my proceeding, if with deere hearts loue,

3195Immaculate deuotion, holy thoughts,

3196I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter.

3197In her, consists my Happinesse, and thine:

3198Without her, followes to my selfe, and thee;

3199Her selfe, the Land, and many a Christian soule,

3200Death, Desolation, Ruine, and Decay:

3201It cannot be auoyded, but by this:

3202It will not be auoyded, but by this.

3203Therefore deare Mother (I must call you so)

3204Be the Atturney of my loue to her:

3205Pleade what I will be, not what I haue beene;

3206Not my deserts, but what I will deserue:

3207Vrge the Necessity and state of times,

3208And be not peeuish found, in great Designes.

3209Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus?

3210Rich. I, if the Diuell tempt you to do good.

3211Qu. Shall I forget my selfe, to be my selfe.

3212Rich. I, if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe.

3213Qu. Yet thou didst kil my Children.

3214Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them.

3215Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed

3216Selues of themselues, to your recomforture.

3217Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

3218Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed.

3219Qu. I go, write to me very shortly,

3220And you shal vnderstand from me her mind. Exit Q.

3221Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse, and so farewell.

3222Relenting Foole, and shallow-changing Woman.